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You are alone

Dorothy blinked, trying to understand what was going on. Two Jasons? Why were both of them dead and naked? Did she try to clone him before? Why was Chris's chip out? Why was hers in the cryo lab? Why was and who soldered the door to this room shut? Why was the AI offline? Why were they all naked? She sat in the control room against a wall, hands to her head as she tried to comprehend her situation.

Nervously, and with a stress-induced headache, Dorothy got up and looked at the screens again. The data on them was mind-numbing to her, though she could barely understand it. She didn't dare fool with it; she knew that programming wasn't her strong suit. She then went to observe the chip, the blood old and dried, causing her to wonder, for a moment, how it was removed, and how long she'd been out. There seemed to be so much time for the bodies to decompose, that it didn't make sense for her to be as unharmed as she was.

Assuming, from the blood, that Chris would have needed immediate medical attention, she made her way back out of the air duct, and started towards the medical bay- she hoped. As she passed by where she'd found the other Jason, she mumbled "R.I.P." quietly, trying not to look at the spot as doom started to pool in her stomach.However, she did make a mental note that the bridge, if she was in an emergency, could also make a decent safe-room. One entrance, it seemed, as the duplicate Jason was blocking the way, with all of the environmentals in top shape.

She clutched the stick she found close to her as she thought of several situations that could have happened. Maybe the AI went insane- that would explain why it's off. Maybe one of them went insane; it would have to be either her, or chris, since both Jasons' were dead; But that idea made her sick to think about. The last thing that could have happened is some experiment escaped from her lab, but... She didn't find any evidence for that. Any way she could think of, She had a feeling that she'd need her staff, at least until she could find something better. Maybe the Medical room had some other tools she could use?

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Dorothy pulled her arms close to herself as she examined the two unusable cryo-tubes. She couldn't remember what she had been doing with them, but something in the back of her mind made her think that it was extremely important. She eyed her clone again, wondering if she'd made the clone not need glasses before leaving the cold room, taking off the protective suit, reluctantly parting with the warm boots. She was tired of having cold feet, and knew she shouldn't be walking around the lab barefoot, but the suit seemed like an important thing to keep together. Finding that her office was the warmest, she decided to go there to think.

Her eyes turned to the computer, trying to discern what had happened and why. Who would've done that? Though she couldn't recall her coworkers' personalities, she felt that they'd not be the kind to do that sort of a thing. Carefully running a finger around the laser hole and burns, she figured that she would need to find another computer, somewhere. Taking advantage of the warmth of the room, she allowed herself time to think of where to go next. According to her dream-like memories, there were chances of other computers being in the medical bay, engineering bay, and in the bridge/forward control room. Feeling that her best bet was the control room, she left the office,entering the hall again as she set out to try and find the bridge, deciding that later, she'd return to her lab for safety, and to try to recall more about herself, like why she had a clone. Maybe, if the DNA from Jason's body was salvageable, she would see if she could make Jason a clone as well. Something in her told her it was the right thing to do.

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"..." Science! Dorothy remembered her job after thinking for a few moments, taking a turn into the new hall to what she remembered as her lab. Not knowing what laid in store for her, she figured that her best hope for remembering anything more was in there. She kept her stick from dragging along the ground, keeping two hands on it, though she rested it on her left shoulder as she walked.

She was slightly happy that the halls were warmer than the room where she found the body, finding her feet to have grown too cold for her liking. She wondered, as she walked, about maybe finding some shoes, or at least socks, to cover her feet with, or if she'd even be able to find them in her size. Judging by the jumpsuit, Chris likely had bigger feet than her, and form the body, she knew for a fact that Jason's shoes wouldn't work, so she either had to go without or find her own.

Her mind also wandered to the decomposition of the body she'd seen. It was cold in the room, but the body look ed as if it had gone through even the liquid state of decay. It sent a shiver down her spine every time she thought of it, but it made her wonder how long ago he had died, why his body was still there, how long she'd been naked, and why she couldn't remember anything.

Before her thoughts could move on to the next thought, she arrived at the lab; or, at least, what she remembered as being the door to the lab. She tried putting her ear to the door to hear if anything was going on, but upon hearing nothing, she opened the door, staying close to the hand-scanner as it opened, and peeking in.

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Biting her lip, Dorothy removed the contents of the suits' pockets, and put them in her own, separating the keycard from the USB. So, next on her list was Chris... She tried to remember who he was, but found nothing. She assumed that the suit she was wearing was actually hers, and finally learned of her own name. Dorothy. It sounded strange to her, but no stranger than how Jason's suit was unharmed, but his body was decomposing in the ship. How long had these suits been left unworn? Why was everyone naked? Why was she fine, but Jason was in a state of advanced decay?

Feeling a headache from over thinking threatening to appear, she decided that she needed to drop it, and stood up. She began to move down the halls, finding a mop that had been abandoned in a now-dry bucked. She unscrewed the stick from the bottom, already feeling the slightest bit safer with it in her hands. It was taller than her when placed on the ground, made of thin metal tube with plastic gripping on one end and a sharper screw-like end on the other. She held it close as she began her search, deciding on trying to locate the rooms she'd remembered.

Feeling tempted to call out again, she paused at an intersection, looking around for any sign of life. She didn't call out, feeling like it would be a very bad idea. Maybe whatever, or whoever killed Jason was still lurking about, maybe it had been dealt with; She didn't know. All she had to rely on were the feelings in her gut and what she was slowly learning about her situation.

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"Oh.. Oh god..." Dorothy brought a hand to her face as she observed the body, trying to filter the rancid smell of human decomposition from the air. She felt dizzy, and leaned against a wall for support, eyes locked on what was once Jason. "w..What the fuck..." She backed away, trying to make sense out of what had just come to her, and how she knew it.

She found herself, by the time she decided to leave the blanks be, sitting, and rubbed her forehead nervously. From what she could tell, her foreboding feeling had a justified reason to be there, but the exact cause was in the many, many blanks she had in her memory. Swallowing her own fear, she stood up, deciding to leave the foul-smelling ship to find something she could use to defend herself. She stepped out of the ship, letting her eyes adjust for a moment before carefully tip-toeing back up the stairs, keeping an eye out for anything that could be used to protect herself with.

As she got to the door, hanging on the wall beside it, if the number of jumpsuits she'd found in the room where she woke up was the same as the number of people that had been on her ship. Considering the fact that she'd woken up naked, and that Jason's body was naked, it would make sense. She just hoped that whoever owned the last jumpsuit was ok; something was definitely wrong, and she worried about being able to figure out what she needed to do alone.

With her moment of thoughts and concerns finished, she peeked out the door, and upon finding no-one around, went back to the room with the jumpsuits to learn the names of who she should be looking for, and maybe to find something to help her feel safer.

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With a shiver, Dorothy began to regret opening the door, as handling the cold was not one of her strong points, and the dimmer lighting only added to her ominous feeling. Resigning herself to what she was about to do, she walked in, shutting her eyes for a few moments to help her adjust to the levels of lighting, and went to the steps, analyzing the room.

The smell helped set her at ease; it was familiar, but she had no idea why, and the sight of the heavy lifter made her feel a little bit safer, for, again, reasons beyond her. The ship didn't ring any bells, however... But, there were lights on in it. She felt like she needed to find someone, though she had no clue as to why, and started, one step at a time, down the steps. She would pause every now and then, listening to the noises of the spacecraft she was on, occasionally thinking she saw something move in the dark. She blamed the former on her glasses, continuing on until she reached the ground floor.

Looking around, She decided to walk as quietly as she could to the ship, approaching the crew door. She was about to knock, but hesitated, instead going to open it carefully and quietly, peeking in as she was able to. She had no idea what to expect, but... She hoped it wouldn't be anything to give her bad feelings any merit.

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Dorothy groaned, bringing a hand to her head as her senses came to her.

The hardness of what she was laying on came first, followed by the cold, followed by the sense of nakedness. Her eyes snapped open, finding her surroundings blurry and unclear. Blinking a few times, she slowly got to her knees, feeling around for something; finding a pair of glasses nearby and instinctively putting them on. Everything turned clear, leaving her aware that she was sitting in a room, fluorescently lit and made of what she assumed was metal.

Racking her mind, she couldn't find a clue of where exactly she was, how she got there, why she was there... and, even who she was. She blinked a few times, finding it a slight bit alarming.

Shakily, she stood up, looking around the room for something to clothe herself with. Her nakedness set her on edge, and allowed the cold to affect her more, and she knew that nothing good would happen until she found something.

Luckily, she didn't need to go far. There were three jumpsuits laid about, one smaller than the rest. She read the names on all three, not a single bell ringing in regards to who any of the names belonged to. Unwilling to handle the briskness of the room anymore, she put on the smallest suit, and approached the window.

She was captivated by the view for a moment, before deciding that she needed to find some kind of help, or information on everything she was missing, searching for the door. She found it after several minutes of looking, figuring out to open it with a scan of her hand.

"...Hello...?" She called, feeling as if her voice echoing in the halls was a bad omen. "is.. Is anyone there?" She looked around, starting a quiet, nervous walk through the halls. She had no idea why, but something about her situation brought feelings of fear to mind, causing her to be warey of the ambient sounds of the station.

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Name: Dorothy Crawford
Age: 26
gender: female
picture or physical description: Dorothy stands at a small 5 foot 2 inches. She's small by nature, weighing about 102 pounds on earth, her frame thin and wispy. She has few curves, sometimes looking younger than she is because of it. Her features are pixie-like, with soft, average sized hazel eyes, a button nose, and soft curves to her face and jaw. Feignt freckles speckle her cheeks and shoulders, dotting across her pale skin like an inverted picture of the night sky.

Her hair is shoulder-length, cut in a bob, and naturally curly. Typically, she keeps it pinned away from her face, or into loose braids. She keeps good care of it, leaving it glossy and more manageable than it would normally be. It doesn't have much of a part, though she usually pushes her bangs to the left , pushing or pinning them up so they wouldn't get in her eyes, or mess with her glasses.

personality: Wears her heart on her sleeve. Cautious, sympathetic type. Is a sucker for cute and soft things; occasionally eccentric. has been known to give personalities and feelings to robots/ai/other non-sentient things and act as if they were people.

Skills (in order of most to least skill): robotics, chemistry, and the basics of medical.

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