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Beach - Main Sim (TAG Amber, Anderson, Kiernan, Lane, GM)

Posted Sept. 22, 2020, 4:10 a.m. by Gamemaster Janus (Gamemaster) (Jason Lee)

Posted by Lieutenant Amber Donnelly (Chief Medical Officer) in Beach - Main Sim (TAG Amber, Anderson, Kiernan, Lane, GM)

Posted by Lieutenant Amber Donnelly (Chief Medical Officer) in Beach - Main Sim (TAG Amber, Anderson, Kiernan, Lane, GM)

Posted by Gamemaster Janus (Gamemaster) in Beach - Main Sim (TAG Amber, Anderson, Kiernan, Lane, GM)
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Amber shook her head in disbelief. “There are various quantum signatures in the room, but the door is reading like a stable parallel wormhole. It seems no matter where you come from, you get here. And your signature is what links you to your home wormhole to get you back.” She had such a look of awe on her face it was more than evident to those at the table as she lifted her eyes from the tricorder to look at each of the other party members.

Amber
CMO

OOC: I would like to clarify my previous post. Say that the crew members of the ship are group A, the customers of the world that the ship crashed on is group B, and the staff of the restaurant is group C. Group A does not equal group B, group A does not equal to group C, group B does not equal group C. In plain terms: The Asimov has crashed into a parallel universe. The restaurant also happens to be in a different parallel universe from the world that the Asimov has crashed on AND a different parallel universe from their own.

GM

“So if we’re in one of… who knows how many universes interacting with this wormhole. We can assume the Asimov itself is in a whole different universe from where it began. So, if the wormhole as we observe it, is this door…” Sara pondered for a moment. As we observe it. What’s the theoretical outer limit and did we somehow pass through it? “Donnelly. Give me an idea of the scale of the wormhole itself.”

-Cmdr Sara Kiernan, XO

OOC: I’m going to assume the NE is named Donnelly…

IC:
“I believe, as I observed, Commander, for a lack of a better description… portal, is only linked between this universe and the one that the Asimov crash landed in. A fixed anchor point between two universes, that happen to be encased in that Japanese sliding door. As there is no mechanism that seems to be controlling it, I would hazard to guess that the employees of the restaurant are not responsible for it.”

GM

Amber was silent then sighed. “Well, at least we have a good place to eat while here. The question is, how does a ‘door’ to Earth restaurant will assist us. Either we are missing something, or this is merely an isolate anomaly.” She wasn’t very good at theories, or physics, but she wasn’t sure how a wormhole as small as a door, and as far from the ship as it was, could be of any help to them. It seemed, in conjunction with the odd properties of the island, this planet was merely one giant universal ‘goof’ of all things weird.

Amber
CMO

“Maybe the staff can assist us with supplies and information,” replied Donnelly, “We still don’t even know the name of this city we are in.”

GM

Sara thought for a moment about how to ask without raising too much suspicion. She waited for the waitress to return and said “You’ll have to excuse my Japanese. I’m new to the area. Can I ask you what you know about this place?”

-Cmdr Sara Kiernan, XO

Kiernan noticed the meal rush had died down, so there were less customers.

Lillian Hated Time travel and parallel universes
“why we couldn’t just crash on a normal planet. Nope my First mission in starfleet has to be a time travel one” Lillian shock her head as the others discussed the paradox that they now found them selves in
“so do we think that the planet is a Time travel and parallel universes planet or just this island? and if sop how many Universes are there on this planet?”
Lillian took a drink of her tea and took to watching the door for changes

Lillian Anderson Security

Finally, they were the only group left in the restaurant and the waitress returned. The Commander asked the question of the waitress, and she promptly replied.

“Oh, no worries, the translation magic allows me to converse with any visitor who visits our lovely restaurant. You are in the city of Alryne on the planet Drasulia,” replied the waitress, “But you mentioned Japanese so if you are asking where on Earth this restaurant resides… we’re actually on the outskirts of Tokyo. Have you decided on what you wish to order? Though you are dressed oddly with bright colors that are unusual of our regulars, I take it somehow you are from Earth and could read English.”

GM

Amber wasn’t sure to be surprised or not that the waitress knew not only where she was, but where they were coming from. She glanced to the others in query as to how much they were actually going to reveal about themselves. “I’ll just have an order of dumplings please, steamed. And an ice tea.” If they were here, they might as well eat. Who knew when the ship would be up and running again. Rations needed to be spared as much as possible. She nodded to the others to at least grab ‘something’ to eat while here.

Amber
CMO

“Dumplings sound fantastic. Just… tell me one more thing. The visitors you get. When and where do they come from?” Sara asked.

-Cmdr Sara Kiernan, XO

“Mostly from the city, Alryne. There are travelers who have heard of our restaurant through the nation which is named Eladoria. Alryne is the 5th largest city in the nation. Our front door is connected to Drasulia while our backdoor is connected to Earth. We have been connected to Drasulia since we opened 2 years ago. We don’t have any customers from Earth. Our backdoor doesn’t remotely look like a restaurant entrance anyway. Two orders of dumplings, Taisho!”

GM

OOC: Bump

GM
((moving this along cause we are being left behind))

Amber ate with the others as ideas and guesses went back and forth amongst them. But the time the meal was wrapping up, they were no closer to deciding what was going on. “I don’t know about the rest of you, but I think we need to head back. Lunch has been great, but we need to figure out what’s going. And something tells me this place, like that island, is possibly just an anomaly. We need to be out there,” she pointed towards the door, “seeing if anyone in the city knows about the island and how we can shut off or negate the affects, even for a moment, to try and save the ship. Otherwise, this,” she lifted her last bite of food and ate it, “may be our new normal. Any other thoughts or suggestions before we go?”

Amber
CMO

OOC: This post misses several threads… I’d would like to void this, because the waitress has important information and context of the world you are crashed in…

GM


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