BeanieBaggie

Dimensional Binding

"...I guess that makes sense. I've never really seen anyone from a lower platform go higher. I suppose, I could go mess with some settings and raise the oxygen percentage in the room? I tend to keep it ambient, but if it would make it easier for you to breathe..." She bought her thumbs to her lips thoughtfully. "...Yeah, though it's honestly a plain looking drink. When it gets later in the day, I could see about having Nan mix up a fancier, better tasting one? Maybe a white russian, or a mai tai..." She wondered what kind of drink the strange man would prefer, though she could tell by the look on his face that he did not enjoy the bloody mary.

"Yeah, people tend to love it or hate this one. Most people I've seen prefer it for mornings; they use it to chase away hangovers, I assume." Jo shrugged sheepishly, letting a nervous smile slip. "Um, the fries...? They're..." She paused, brows furrowing as she thought. "...I believe they're deep-fried. They could also have been dehydrated at one point and dehydrated. Food here is complicated. I could pull up an article on my computer about it for you, though- if I find the right one, it'll even have pictures." She had almost no idea about the food she ate, and it was apparent on her face as she bullshitted her response.

"... Some of those seem pretty straight forward; I assume fire controls fire, and the like... But, what do light and dark do? Also, I assume, from the connotations here, that nothing good comes from demonic. May I ask what the great calamity was?" She tilted her head slightly, a slight blush making an appearance on her pale cheeks as he continued to call her and the people around her gods. "n..No, really, I'm just a person; we're all just people. You can make fire come from your fingertips; if anyone's the most godlike here, it's you. The peace.. You've only really been on my platform. I swear, if you worked retail, that illusion would be gone in a heartbeat," She let out a nervous laugh, moving a hand to rub her arm. "It's not exactly what I'd call paradise, I promise. Paradise would probably be on the higher platforms, but nobody really can get up there. It's expensive; they're so high up that they have to be bubbled with plastic and glass, with air constantly pumped in, just so there's enough air to breathe..." Her eyes shut for a moment, before falling on Cyrus's white hair. "Please understand that this place... It's nothing too special. It was made out of necessity and ingenuity after the war." She looked away once more, worrying about staring at him again.

She paused for a moment, before looking up at her wall. "..I've an hour, though, before I have to go back to work. Ask away all you'd like, and I'll answer- maybe show, if I can. I think I can connect my computer with the projector, so if you don't want to go to my office to look at a screen, I can simply put it on the wall."

You are alone

Dorothy fell silent as the AI spoke to her, marking her clipboard with the information it had viben her. "...Can you help Doctor Williams more than a warning? The situation.. It doesn't sit well with me." she asked, not liking the sound of "radiation poisoning" at all. She sat there in silence for a moment, taking in the information once more. Her copy was in the cryo room, Chris was detected in the cooling station, and Jason was in room 214, wherever that was. But the three others...? She wasn't mentioned; as far as she was aware, she wasn't similar to Jason.

"Yes, go ahead with the diagnostic, and please play my message for me." She spoke to the AI once more, adjusting her glasses and getting up, walking to the blood-encrusted chip. "The doors to this room, also, were shut to the point I had to use the air ducts to enter. Can we fix that, too, please?" She examined the chip without touching it, wondering why he'd removed it, or why someone else would remove it. "There are also... There are bodies- dead ones, I mean- laying around. One in the shuttle, and one in the access tunnel to this room. I.. I don't know why they're there or how they died...But..." Her voice betrayed how fearful and apprehensive she was as she spoke,and she looked back to the AI. "Cut, um, can we do something about them? They're... They're really decomposed..." She paused, thinking for a moment. "They could contaminate Cryo, so I know we wouldn't be able to put them there. S-So.. What can we do about them?" She fiddled with her jumpsuit sleeves, trying to cope with her worries and stresses quietly.

You are alone

"n-No, do not purge them." Dorothy spoke up, making sure to be clear and articulate to the AI. "Leave them be. I can deal with them; do you know where the unchipped people are?" She watched the red lense, though she knew it wouldn't move. She thought for a moment, bringing her clipboard up to try and figure out who all could be alive. "Could you tell me where those with their chips are?"

As far as she knew, the AI had found out about Dorothy Prime's cloning. She was unsure of the rest of the details, but it had lead Prime to disable the AI, and probably damage the AI terminal in her lab. She wondered, for a second, if the AI would try to harm her and the other unchipped being, do to the fact that she was indeed a clone, and the other one could be assumed to be a clone as well.

She stayed by the terminal she had put the code into, ready to put the code back in id it attempted to "purge" her. Her mind flicked to the main door to the command bay, how it was sealed, and to the medical bay, where it was definitely welded shut. "Hey, um..." She felt like the AI should have a name, but couldn't remember if it had one or not. "The doors to the medical bay are welded shut. Is there anything we can do to fix that?" She moved her eyes from the screen, to the AI's sensor, before a small, idea-like memory came to her.
"Also, Good morning to you. Thank you for the information."

You are alone

"....Holy hell..." Dorothy muttered, writing down the information she was collecting in the room on another sheet of paper, putting names to codes, and making a small with tallies in it to keep track of how many suspected copies of everyone were in existance, dead or not. She quietly prayed for there only to be one copy of everyone running around as she examined the tape once more, making sure to play the code over several times, writing it down correctly and labelling it.

"Hey, um, Whoever's there?" She spoke up, still unsure if anyone was watching her, finding her voice trembling and cracking a bit from the new change in volume. "I'm gonna go turn on the AI. If it's a mistake- um, If what the me on the tape worried about is true- would you please stop me!?" She cleared her throat, bringing a hand to it. "Also, I hope you guys recovered from whatever happened?" She looked back to the drawers, hoping that adding the last bit helped her case. Dorothy prime, from everything she was learning about her seemed like she wouldn't say that genuinely, if at all. The way she spoke about the failed clone of her co worker and everything surrounding that... It turned her stomach. She may be bias, but she considered clones to be people too, and that they deserved more respect than lab rats. With a shudder, she wondered what Dorothy Prime would do to her if she was let out, bringing her arms close around her and pressing her clipboard against he r lower torso to comfort her against the thoughts.

She slipped her tape into her pocket, only to find that both were getting exceedingly full. Finding the need to make sure she didn't have unnecessary items taking up space, she sat them on a table, sorting them out- keycards together, datastick and tape side by side, and setting the biblical passage aside. Once they were sorted, she put them back in her pockets.

Taking a breath, she left the medical bay, heading, quickly, to the command bay, hoping to finish the task and finally encounter someone.

The Search is Real (Still real, still searching)

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You are alone

"Eeugh," Dorothy shivered as she looked at dorothy Prime, averting her eyes to the keyboard and screen behind the tubes. She wondered why her twin wasn't in a deeper hibernation, but figured that it was due to the fact she was in an incubator, and not cryogenically frozen. Her eyes turned to the liquid oxygen, wondering if that's where she came from for a moment before focusing on the data presented in front of her.

The unopened tube was primed for a cloning, and Jason's DNA was already in, it seemed. Considering that there were already three dead jasons Dorothy knew about, She was tempted to make another one, but her mind flicked back to whoever wrote to her on the screen. If it was yet another Jason- and, she honestly wondered at this point why Dorothy Prime couldn't keep a Jason alive-then making another copy would be redundant, and cause even more confusion for her. At this point, she was getting less and less enthused about the whole cloning thing; It made her head hurt, and she could hardly keep every jason straight. It was, she had to admit, a little humorous; if there was someone to listen, she'd probably crack a joke and apologize profusely after, all while trying not to snicker.

She decided to save the tube, until she knew who was in need of a copy and who wasn't. Why waste a tube and cause more confusion, Dorothy reasoned, when you might not have to? Shaking her head, she started out, glancing back out at Dorothy Prime again. Knowing what she'd done made her all the more difficult to look at. She wondered how she could even face her own reflection at this point.

She set all of the Cryo-gear back, looking again at her Broomstick. Considering that she was in a test, and that whatever threat there was didn't seem to be the kind that she'd even be able to use the stick on, she used it to keep the Cryo-lab shut, in the off chance that something happened with Prime.Her mind kept going over everything that she'd learned, causing Dorothy to wonder if she was going to be able to keep everything straight mentally. Deciding to not risk it, she grabbed a pen, a clipboard, and a large amount of empty papers- Or, whatever empty papers she could find- from her office, and wrote everything down. Her handwriting was large and unpracticed, but readable; a stark contrast from the small and messy words that were written on the other papers, presumably by the first Dorothy. On the back of the page where she had been putting possible codes and other information that seemed important, she started making a crude map of what she knew in the station; many blanks remaining as she scrawled the medical bay, bridge, her lab, and the engineering room, labelling them, and marking where, roughly, she'd seen bodies, and blood.

With that settled, she started back out, resolving herself to go back into the medical bay to search for the code. Her pace sped up whenever she was near a window, or other reflective surface, as she didn't want to even catch a look at herself. The idea to change her hair passed through her mind, but she figured she'd save it until after she knew she was ok, and who was running the "test". She was fond of her hair as it was, but it reminded her far too much of Dorothy Prime.

She made a face as crawled through the access shafts again, straining herself to make her decent into the medical bay as safe as she could, due to the roller chair that she'd left in place. Mentally cursing herself, she managed to not die, though she landed on the chain, fell on her butt, and kicked the chair forcefully away. She sat there for a moment, calmly dealing with her frustration at her own actions and thoughtlessness, before getting up and dusting herself of, checking for injuries before entering the bloodied room once more.

You are alone

"...I really, really am not linking the old Dorothy..." Dorothy mumbled, shaking her head as she recovered memories from the prime dorothy. "...Oh man... Jason..." She muttered, picking up the shoes and socks, sitting on the locker to change into them. "How could she do that..." She continued to mutter as she slipped on her socks, moving the protective boots to the side. A thought crossed her mind; would she remember killing Jason? She shuttered; those memories could be lost forever, and Dorothy honestly would be ok with it.

She took the key-card and biblical passage once she had her shoes on, putting them in her pocket. It made her uncomfortable to look at the verse, but for all she knew, it could be the code.Standing up, she looked to where the mice had been, and wondered about her fate. Would she meet the same fate as they did? Though she was a clone... Would her life expectancy be halved because of what Dorothy Prime had done? She'd only just woken up; She didn't want to die yet. Her discomfort was clear, and once she'd collected her thoughts, she left the room, to search her office, and return the boots to their place.

Dorothy looked, again, at the cryo-lab; she thought about blocking it off, in case somehow Prime was able to get out of her tube, but knew it wouldn't work; whenever and if-ever she was ready and able to clone Jason again, she'd need to get in there. Maybe, by the time she was ready to do that, she'd be able to clone him properly?

She shook her head, going through her office, looking at papers, through drawers... She even pulled the ruined computer shell out, finding a tool and opening it, examining the insides. it was a hassle going in and out of the medical bay, and she wanted to be sure she didn't miss anything.

You are alone

"Medical... Override code...?" Dorothy blinked, pushing her glasses up and rubbing her eyes, frustrated. "I have no idea what that even is...!" She spoke to the screen, sighing as she brought her glasses back down and leaned her forehead on the cool metal wall near it. She felt frustrated, putting a fist on the wall as she tried to remember anywhere the code could be. She wished that she had more memories, though, she suspected that her blank-slate state was for the best, if she wanted to differentiate herself from Dorothy Prime.

After staying like that for a few moments, she collected herself and pulled away from the wall, pushing her hair back. "Ok. Um, Thank you...?" She called, not sure if whoever was at terminal forty-three could hear her. She then thought, moving away from the screen, about where her best chance at finding the code without waking up Prime would lay. Her mind flicked through the rooms she remembered, picking the lab, medical bay, and whichever room was hers as likely places for the code.

Deciding to go to the most obvious place first, she made her way back to the lab, grabbing the protective shoes from near the cryo-room,and using them for walking in the lab. She looked through the papers, scanning for any kind of code she could find, and went through the drawers and cabinets, looking for a USB data stick, card, or other item that looked like it would hold data, and work with what she'd found in the bridge.

The dead rats unnerved her... Cringing every time her eyes touched them, she paused her search to take several papers and lay them over the rats so she wouldn't have to look at them again. She'd already had her fill of death and decay with the body of Jason she'd found in the ship and the other body she'd found on her way to the command bay, and really, really hoped that there wouldn't be any more death around.

You are alone

Dorothy blinked, bringing her hands to her face as she watched the logs. There was still blood dripping from her nose, but it was the least of her troubles at her current point.

She... Was a cloned test subject? What would her genetic alterations lead to...? And Dorothy Prime, despite the goofy name she'd given her... She sounded more and more like a bad person. But, someone had to be alive on this ship, as they'd put her in cryo, and let her out... She still didn't know when she was let out, but... The thought of someone being alive raised so many feelings. She looked to the loader bot, then to the ship. Someone'd stabbed that Jason, yes, but... She could take the other one she'd found as an accident. Whoever was on the ship with her now very much did not like Dorothy prime, and though Dorothy knew she would need their help- to get more answers, to just not be alone and to help deal with Dorothy Prime and her hideous actions, she'd need to convince them that she... was nothing like the Dorothy she saw on the videos. Not comfortable with cloning herself for science, or killing people at all.

But, there were problems. She needed glasses, and she couldn't remember... No, didn't have memories of anything that she knew that Dorothy Prime wouldn't do. She looked to her suit, down at the nametag, sadly reading her name over again. It was the only name she'd ever known, but... It didn't feel right anymore. But lacking a better name to give herself, and lacking the supplies to change the name tag, she let it go, standing up. The seat was warm when she arrived in the room, and in the dark, she looked around.

"If.. If anyone's here.. I...I am Not that Dorothy," She called, holding herself close and wiping her blood from her nose. "She's still in Cryo...If you can get through the air vents, You can see that in the bridge." She started for the door, taking the USB with her, pausing as she opened it. "I.. I don't know what turning the AI on will do, but if anyone is in here," She called back, holding her broomstick close. "I think it might be a good idea to turn it back on, unless it would let her out. I'd do it, but... I have no idea how to work it." She shivered once more, leaving the room and shutting the door behind her.

Maybe, just maybe, whoever was around was testing her? Trying to figure out if she and Dorothy Prime, despite the DNA alterations, were the same. She just wished that whoever was doing this would just leave a note, or something, directing her what she should do to pass the test, or otherwise earn the right to see someone that wasn't dead, or... Dorothy prime.

Blood flow from her nose slowly stopping, though leaving some drops here and there from time to time, she wandered through the halls, wondering if a bedroom held any answers, or shoes, or socks, for her, and praying to not find another dead body. There was a bad feeling in her gut, but... There was nothing else she could do, besides sitting in one place and hoping that whoever was around would come to her.

You are alone

What...What? Dorothy put a hand to her head, trying to understand what was going on. She.. Was in a tube? And there were three of her? What in the hell had she been doing...? Was she a clone? And... Was there a living copy of Jason around? She remembered one, and.. There's no way either copies she'd seen dead were the one she had seen alive in her memory. She couldn't have been laying in that hall for long enough; there were basic needs that needed to be attended to.. Which brought to mind a thirst that was growing in the back of her mind, and an empty belly in her core.

The blood made her feel ill, but she decided to keep going, leaving the bloody room for a moment, trying to piece together what she now knew... There, somewhere, was another copy of herself. She didn't know is she was good or bad, but she knew the answers to everything Dorothy was trying to understand; so if she was encountered, dorothy would have to be careful. Deciding to give her copy a different name to make things easier, She decided to call that version from her memory Dorothy Prime. It was a cheesy name, and it almost made the girl snicker.

She stacked a rolling chair from the room to the air vent, deciding to crawl through it again to get out of the medical bay. Pausing in a corner, she decided to think on where to go next. Engineering seemed like a good idea; Maybe Chris was there, or someone... Anyone alive?Her mind stuck on the word alive, and she returned to the medical bay, scavenging any medical supplies she could find, before resuming her exit of the room and beginning her trek to the last possible room with a computer. She wondered for a moment if the USB had the files from the destroyed computer, or any information that could help her.

She felt lonely as she walked through the halls, forgetting, temporarily, about how cold her feet were. She hoped that someone was alive on the station, or that there was something other than her broomstick to talk to. She caught her reflection in the corner of her eye, feeling a disappointment when she realised that it wasn't anyone else.