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[Friday, September 21, 0330 hours]

Spock goes to the hub to check out the sphere. Something happens which he cannot explain; Jim finds him in the aftermath.


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In nearly seven months aboard the Proserpina, Spock thought that he had experienced enough to synthesize a hypothesis as to the purpose of their presence on board, and the extent to which they would be tested and studied during their time there.

Now, the station overrun with attackers, hostile ships attempting to destroy them, the Proserpina itself turning against them, without any place that could reliably be called safe in which to hide, Spock was forced to admit that he had been extremely, uncategorically incorrect-- both in thinking he understood the station, and in the assumption that its intent toward them was benign.

The science labs had offered him a set of testing instruments on the morning of the sphere's arrival-- now, he turned to it for anything that might serve as a weapon. The hounds were prowling everywhere, more numerous than ever, and while they had proven that killing Moriarty would not keep him away, that did not keep Spock from his conviction that he would dispatch the man by whatever means necessary if he presented himself again.

As he exited the labs, laden with Sherlock's compressed air grenades, he tripped over the body of John Watson-- the fourth he had encountered since Saturday, this one appearing to have been strangled-- and stumbled, catching himself up against the wall. The station shuddered with the low percussion of distant explosions, and Spock forced himself to move faster. Jim and some others were holed up in Lady Grantham's party room-- he had promised to return to them, and did not plan to go back on his word.

[last gathering for the plot! tag in, tag each other anywhere on the station as all the manifestations are at their worst.]
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[Friday, Sept 21, 4:00AM]

Amy can't sleep, and finds herself wandering.


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Thursday, Sept 20, 2012 2:43 am

Jo Harvelle had fallen to sleep with relative ease considering there was a giant gold ball in the middle of the space station she was imprisoned on. Humans were resilient that way.

Her room held little touches of her in it. A dagger on her night stand and a well honed hand axe on her dresser. There was a mint green satin throw pillow that had been made of a dress next to the regular pillow she slept on. Asleep, her body shifted under the green and gold sari fabric was draped as a sheet. Her brow furrowed and she sat up abruptly.

Something felt wrong. There was a thrumming in the air, a tingle that was new. Slipping on a pair of fuzzy slippers she padded silently out of her room, her dagger in hand.

But for the thrumming that seemed to match her heart beat the station was eerily still. There was usually at least one or two beings up and about at any hour. Yet she saw no one, and there was a feeling of pause, of expectation.

She followed the odd buzzing along her skin to the hub. Why was she not surprised? Wait... other than curiosity and a sense of oddness she seemed disconnected. She wasn't afraid, or worried. She felt no relief that there was nothing here but the beachball from hell. Nothing.

The strange pattern inside the sphere was moving. It seemed to pulse with the thrum, with her heartbeat. Jo moved closer, noting how the reflective nature of the object didn't show her there at all. It was freaky, but she wasn't freaked.

Then she saw herself, staring back. It seemed to decide she was there after all.

Jo felt a static charge over her skin, then a coolness.

She snapped awake and looked around in confusion. She was curled up on a bench in the hub, not twenty feet from the sphere. Having never before sleepwalked she rationalized she had been exhausted and come to check the thing out once more before just falling asleep. That had to be it.

She stood up and noticed her feet were bare. Her slippers were on the floor rather close to the gleaming orb. Huh.

She quickly collected them and made her way back to bed. It was way more comfortable than a bench.

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Sep. 21st, 2012 08:01 pm
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It seemed that even a spaceship could become somewhat ordinary at times . Even with a good deal of the ship's denizens gone gallivanting off to who Knew where the party had been setup, and begun without a hitch. There was the irritating and typically unsuitable attire all around, the strangest assortment of dishes that had ever been on the same table, and that was, nothing compared to the total lack of decorum shown by all but a rare and special few. The most shocking thing, truly the most outrageous of all was how normal it had all become.

Violet mused as they all sat for dinner, studying the now familiar faces, and raised her glass.
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Well, that was new.

The soft clicks of Zoe's heels on the station floor slowed to a halt as she looked at the giant golden sphere that hovered a couple feet above the floor, in the hub. Gigantic worked even better than giant; it reached up to halfway between the second and third level. It definitely was new, and it hadn't been the regular teleporters getting it here or they would've gotten a warning, like for every new arrival. Or maybe it had been the regular teleporters and the station was just frakking with them again, who knew.

She walked a little closer to it, and took a picture with her comm unit, then walked the rest of the way, until she could reach out and touch a few fingertips to it. It was solid to the touch, and she could see nothing in it but that shimmering golden effect. When she paid enough attention, she could make out the distorted reflection of the hub around her... but not hers. That was creepy.

Clearly a mystery to share with all the station, and she sent out a mass e-mail to all its occupants.

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