Oh wait, this is not a game

Sunnyside

a part of Oh wait, this is not a game, by cucumbersome.

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The ship.

Sunnyside

Welcome to CSS Sunnyside. We hope you enjoy your trip!

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Sunnyside is a part of stuck in space.

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Character Portrait: Raven Summers Character Portrait: Andromeda Myu Smith Character Portrait: Thomas Redpoint

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Tom woke, feeling pain all over, however most of it was concentrated in his head. He opened his eyes to find himself lying on his back in a puddle of water, staring up at a door which seemed a very odd shape. Once his eyes focused, he realised the door was bent towards him, silvery creases showing through the white paintwork. He sat up, and bumped his head on a section of the pod which had fallen inwards. What an odd scenario for a puzzle. Looking down, he noticed that he was no longer Corki. What he was, he didn't know.
Prodding the unfamiliar body he found himself in, he heard a metallic clinking sound. Tom shook himself out of his daze and looked again. He seemed to be wearing metal armour all over... why would the game give him armour suddenly? Come to think of it, how was he even in this situation? They hadn't completed the trial, though what that had been, he could no longer remember.

Perplexed, Tom rested his head in his hands. Then he heard it, an electronic whirring sound. Like a motor. He froze, and the noise stopped. He lifted his head, and the noise accompanied it. This was surreal - he couldn't be a robot, he could hear his heart beating. Could he be a cyborg?

While his brain tried to figure out what was going on, Tom decided to leave the pod. The buckled door proved a difficult challenge, but somehow he managed to force it open and he pushed it out onto the wall beside the pod. Pulling himself up out of the hole, he looked around. The floor was in front of him, and there was what looked like part of a cliff directly to his left. Above him was another pod, smashed inwards and dripping red stuff. He remembered seeing the substance before but the memory was fuzzy.
To his right, the rows of pods continued until they met another wall that looked like it was actually supposed to be there. Standing near it was a figure he recognised. An... Andromeda. Yes, that was her name, how had he forgotten?

Stumbling over the pods, he made his way over to the catgirl, trying not to let his metal feet make too much noise on the pods below him.
He spoke, and his voice sounded off, almost grating compared to that of his human body. "A-Andromeda... what's happened? What's going on?"

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Character Portrait: Andromeda Myu Smith Character Portrait: Thomas Redpoint Character Portrait: Corki Noelle Olsen Character Portrait: Orion Dahlberg

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A metal man joined Andromeda in the place with the suitcases. "A-Andromeda... what's happened? What's going on?"

“I don’t know!” she exclaimed. She started tugging at her stuck suitcase again. “Do I know you?”

An old man had an emotional breakdown in the other room. It distracted her. There were so many unrelated things to take in here, and everything was so unrealistically detailed it was overwhelming. What was she thinking about before people started talking? Water! There was water flowing in and she was looking for an exit. There was none here, they would have to climb out through the hole the rocks had made.

She walked/climbed past her pod, and Corki’s, on the way there. Andromeda stopped to look in through the small window in its door. It was fogged. She knocked. “Corki? Are you in there? Wake up!”
Andromeda tried to open the door, but it wouldn’t move. One thing hadn’t changed, she still didn’t have any strength.

She climbed out over the wreckage. The air outside was cold and salty and refreshing and full of oxygen. She closed her eyes, took a deep breath and savored the feeling of being alive.

She looked around. There was empty ocean to one side, which reflected the night sky and clouds. She had seen many pretty things while trying to earn points, but this was magnificent. An enormous blue and green moon hovered just above the horizon. On the other side there was a wall of slippery rock. It didn’t look impossible to climb, but it wouldn’t be easy for most people. A dozen meters above her head it looked much less slippery.

Finally, the thing she had climbed out of was a large tube. Was it part of a spaceship? It looked like one.

The electric lights below her flickered out. She looked down. There was more water flowing in now. Her mind combined that with the ocean, the moon (planet?), and the change in the rocks above her. “Oh sh-” She stopped herself from swearing, then remembered there was nothing to punish her for it. “Ohshitohshitohshit.“

Forcing herself to ignore her instinct to avoid water, Andromeda went back into the now dark spaceship. “Um, please don’t panic, but this place is going to flood” she announced. She returned to the luggage. It was almost too dark to see. Using the screen of her laptop as a flashlight, she found her suitcase again and pulled it up with all her strength. She had remembered what tools she owned, and if anyone was alive but stuck in a pod, they were going to need those.

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Character Portrait: Andromeda Myu Smith Character Portrait: Thomas Redpoint Character Portrait: Corki Noelle Olsen Character Portrait: Orion Dahlberg

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"I'm Tom... you know, I found the map earlier." Tom explained who he was.

Andromeda’s eyes glazed over. As far as she could remember, she had not met any cyborgs, and a cyborg finding a map did not ring a bell. Then she remembered Tom finding the map. “Oh. You look...” She waved her hand at the general direction of his body. “You know... Different.”

She continued rushing around without a clear plan as described before.

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Her suitcase just wouldn’t move. She tried the one next to it. After a few yanks it popped from the rack, sending Andromeda tumbling onto her back. Now she could lift out her own and open it, which she did. There was far more in there than could fit in her backpack, mostly books. Her multitool found its place in her left pocket, the clothes and firesteel went into her backpack, she put the machete aside for a moment, and wondered what to do about her books. There was no way to take them with her. She could try emptying her backpack at the top of the cliff and going back, but it would probably be underwater by that time. Should she leave the clothes and take some of the books instead? She wasn’t sure she would be able to lift a backpack full of books and carry it all the way up the cliff. With a sigh, she closed the suitcase. She put it back between the others, and stomped on it to make sure it was stuck tight. With a lot of luck it might be waterproof that way.

Machete in hand, she returned to Corki’s pod to cut the seams of its door to get to the lock, only to find Tom had already used even bruter force. Without considering what she looked like wielding a machete in the dark, she rushed forward to see how Corki was doing.

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Character Portrait: Andromeda Myu Smith Character Portrait: Thomas Redpoint Character Portrait: Corki Noelle Olsen Character Portrait: Orion Dahlberg

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Corki hadn't even woken up from the game before falling into complete unconsciousness. What woke her, was light. Accompanied by a huge clatter, but mostly the light. She blinked and struggled to remember what had happened. The maze was gone and steam twirls filled her vision. She could heard running and sloshing water. Had the game transported them to a new puzzle? Did they fail the last one?

Only when a figure emerged, machete in hand, did she scream herself fully awake.

"Don't!" she cried, trying to shield herself and realizing she was buckled down. She was trapped here against the side of whatever this was. In the doorway, shrouded in half light, all Corki could see was the machete and a fear prickled like a zipper up and down her body. She tried to teleport away. But nothing happened. She concentrated, even whined in frustration, but she remained where she was.

Then she saw her hands. Human hands.

"Wha..." she gasped, unable to grasp it. She wasn't Orion anymore, these hands were smaller. Whose body was she in now?

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Character Portrait: Andromeda Myu Smith Character Portrait: Thomas Redpoint Character Portrait: Corki Noelle Olsen Character Portrait: Orion Dahlberg

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"Don't!" Corki cried out. Andromeda didn’t understand. Was her friend having a nightmare with her eyes open, or something?

It dawned on her when she noticed the machete still in her hand. “Oh. Eheheh. Sorry about that, I was going to force the door with this but then Tom already managed. Really sorry.” Her soft voice turned into embarassed mumbling, and she fumbled as she tied the tool to the loops on the side of her backpack.

Andromeda leaned in to help Corki with her seat belt. “Good news, this is real life. Bad news, that means death is forever, no relogs. Also, we’re in a spaceship that crashed at the coast, the tide is going to put it completely underwater soon, and nobody is here to help us. Good news, I’m here, and so are Tom and some old guy.” She gave her the short version of the situation. “Oh, and good news, you’re allowed to swear.”

She straightened her back and pointed. “Luggage, this way. Messy exit, that way. Getting even more soaked than you already are, right here. Which way will you go?”

Andromeda noticed that now she got used to it, she found the situation humorous, in a dark way. Had the game taught her that? Or was she secretly excited about other people having no choice but to go with her on a trip into the wilderness?

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Character Portrait: Andromeda Myu Smith Character Portrait: Thomas Redpoint Character Portrait: Corki Noelle Olsen Character Portrait: Orion Dahlberg

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Orion watched with horror how Andromeda took hold of the machete. Had she gone insane? Perhaps the shock of being cast back into the normal world had been too much. That wouldn’t be too odd, he felt rather jarred himself right now. Perhaps the crash had been to blame. But then he realized she just wanted to force the door. He relaxed slightly before turning to the luggage. The looming threat of a maniac with a machete had shaken him from his temporary shock, even though he still didn’t feel too happy with their new reality. Being old was horrible, but being dead was even worse, although only marginally. As the rest of the group got acquainted with their current forms and limitations he started to search his suitcase, unleashing a stream of curses as he did so. It cheered him up slightly, he had missed venting like that. He still preferred the puzzle though.

He quickly rummaged through his belongings and tossed most things aside. Those books about gardening suddenly didn’t seem so important anymore, even if they had won numerous awards for ‘best gardening series’. He got out his medication and swallowed a small pill before putting the bottle in one of his pockets. He shook his head, trying to get rid of the awful taste.
Then on the bottom of the trunk he saw the gun. He looked around to make sure no one saw him and then hid it underneath his shirt. He wasn’t really sure why he did that but since his memory was still rather foggy it couldn’t hurt to play safe. He had the nagging notion he was forgetting something very important. He put the deck of cards in another one of his pockets. After all the time it had taken him to learn poker he wasn't going to lose the deck now. Finally he got out a sweater which he promptly donned. It had been knitted by a nice old lady in his old neighbourhood and while it made him look silly, it was at the very least warm. Eventually he turned back to the group and walked up to them, extending a hand. He tried his very best to smile.

“I'm Orion Dahlberg, you might remember me from back in the game when I was still a lot younger," he introduced himself with a mournful tone but then fought back the growing melancholy, "I agree with Andromeda and say we get out of here as quickly as possible. Staying on a spaceship that’s slowly starting to become filled with water isn’t my favourite pastime,” he mumbled, “we can figure out what exactly happened later on. Right now I just want to make sure we don't drown when this sodding ship goes down. Lead the way, we don't have a map by any chance? Do we even know where we are?"

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Character Portrait: Andromeda Myu Smith Character Portrait: Thomas Redpoint Character Portrait: Corki Noelle Olsen Character Portrait: Orion Dahlberg

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Andromeda hesitatingly shook Orion’s hand. Handshakes weren’t really her thing. “Nice to meet you again. Why don’t I look different?”

“You search in vain, the map is on a different spaceship” she poked fun at herself as she answered Orion’s questions. “The ship AI called this place an unknown destination, so I’ll bet the whole planet isn’t on any map. Maybe we can manage to figure out where we are once we’re in a place where we can safely sit down and think.”

Andromeda turned to Tom and Corki. “I want to get back into the fresh air outside, I’ll wait for you there if you want to get some of your stuff first.”



Sitting on top of the remains of the spaceship, Andromeda patiently waited for the others to follow her outside. Orion wasn’t built for climbing like she was, and she wasn’t sure if it would be difficult or easy for Tom.

The large moon dominated the sky. It had oceans and land and clouds. Could something that big be considered a moon? What if it was bigger than the planet they were on, were they then actually on a moon?
She noticed there were no lights on the dark side of the sister planet. If there was a civilization here, they didn’t have spaceflight, and if there was one there, they didn’t even have electric light. “What if we’re the only sentient beings out here?” she wondered aloud. “What if there’s no way to let anyone know we’re here and we’re stuck forever? Do we then have some kind of responsibility to do something with this planet?” She hoped there was no philosophical reasoning that made it necessary to try to populate an empty planet. Not just because she liked wilderness, but also because the men here were an old one and a cyborg. Andromeda shuddered at the imagery her mind had randomly wandered to.

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Although Corki freaked out a bit, she seemed healthy and didn't appear to be missing any important parts of her anatomy. She was human, which although that shouldn't have been a problem for Tom, it didn't sit right with him, as if something had changed. He shrugged as he turned his attention to the old man, whose face bore a resemblance to a vague memory in his mind. When he introduced himself as Orion, Tom couldn't think why he hadn't remembered this. Orion made his way to the luggage, and after Andromeda explained the situation, he decided it would be a good idea to do the same. Finding his name tag on a bag he didn't recognise, he opened it. The contents brought back the memories in a flood of images that had him staring into space while his brain processed it all. He was on a holiday from studying at university, with the intention of improving his drawing skills while he was there - hence the presence of a digital sketchpad in the bag. Also inside were a mobile phone and his old bashed-up handheld games console, his wallet with his universal credit chip inside, and a few random scraps of paper with maps and guides regarding his trip.
Not that they would be much use now, because they obviously weren't at the destination they set out for..

Grabbing the handheld, the sketchpad and his wallet, he kicked the bag into a corner and made his way to the jagged hole in the side of the ship. He clambered outside and sat down next to Andromeda, just in time to hear her mumble something about repopulating the planet. He increased the distance between them by about half a foot.

She had a point though. What worried him most was the prospect of returning home. His whole plan for a successful future in the creative arts industry would be fried if they couldn't get home in time for the start of the next term.
A faint grumble from his lower torso reminded him of more important problems, however, as he realised he had not packed any food.
"Andromeda... what are we gonna eat? I don't suppose you're any good at hunting?" he suggested.

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Character Portrait: Andromeda Myu Smith Character Portrait: Thomas Redpoint Character Portrait: Corki Noelle Olsen Character Portrait: Orion Dahlberg

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Tom was the first after her to emerge from the ship. He asked "Andromeda... what are we gonna eat? I don't suppose you're any good at hunting?"

“I’m pretty good at catching my own food, actually” she replied. “But Goddess knows what kind of edible things we might find up there...” she pointed up the cliff above them “...or what stuff might find us edible. Which is why I would rather not split from the group to go have a look on my own.”

She stared at the sea. Was it just the darkness combining with her fear of water, or were some big dark shapes approaching the ship? “I have a feeling it will be a bad idea to stay in this spot for much longer.” She pointed at where she thought she saw something moving. “If that is something like I think it is, it’s attracted to the bl-” Andromeda paused when the implication of what she was about to say hit her. “I... Oh my... I hadn’t thought of it that some people died in this crash.”

The realization took her mind away from the dangerous situation. She was overwhelmed by the sadness that she wouldn’t meet those people she had met in earlier rounds of the game again. “Oh no...”

Something moving in her peripheral vision brought her attention back. In a reflex, she grabbed her machete. “Behind you. Tentacle.”

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Character Portrait: Andromeda Myu Smith Character Portrait: Thomas Redpoint Character Portrait: Corki Noelle Olsen Character Portrait: Orion Dahlberg

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Orion watched the blood in the water with horror. It seemed a lot of things had gone wrong. He wondered why he secretly felt so happy about that. Of course this was all very exciting but he shouldn't be happy about so many deaths. He did his best to hide his feelings and tried to maintain a worried frown. At the first opportunity he'd have to sit down and reflect. He was sure he had forgotten something important, something that would explain his current predicament.

The appearance of the tentacle forced him to focus. After all the time in the game he'd spent worrying about monsters it popped up in the real world. He let out a series of swear words before looking for a weapon. His one hand reached for the gun but then paused. He had forgotten about the bullets. Right now the only purpose it’d serve was as a projectile. He looked around and picked up a piece of debris. It seemed to be some sort of lead pipe. It was partially red and Orion was pretty sure he knew what exactly had caused that. Now was not the time to think about that.

“It seems we're not the only ones worrying about food. We need to get away from the water, quickly!” he shouted as he started to jog across the spaceship to get away from the tentacle. He knew better than to sprint. Not only because the surface was rather slippery but also because he had to be mindful of his heart. If he pressured himself too much he'd need another pill and he doubted he'd be able to get new ones around here. A second appeared before him however and lashed out. He swung the pipe but had forgotten he wasn’t nearly as strong as his avatar. The pipe bounced against the tentacle but did little to impede its progress as it hit Orion. He let out a muffled cry as he rolled to the side, desperately clinging to the lead pipe. When he felt how one of the tentacles took hold of his right leg he fervently started to hit it with the lead pipe.

“Let go of me you stupid, overgrown piece of seafood. I am Orion Dahlberg! I will not be pestered by some calamari. I don’t even like you on a platter, let alone alive!” he concluded as the tentacle finally let go. He crawled up as he readied himself for another attack. He kept edging away from the tentacle but feared it'd be a long time before they'd be out of range of those tentacles. Why couldn't the thing just leave them alone and nibble on the dead?