conversations.from: system
conversations.value: In the year 2154, Y685-*Cora*'s one of a fleet of identical cargo ships, each modified to be able to address any need: human passengers, giant shipping containers of medicine, livestock. Originally, the plan was for a high-end line of freighters, each dozen or so outfitted specifically for a purpose, but the funder, Antebank Industries, fell short, leaving Dockers 88 with a few, partially ready ships and a whole bunch of useless skeletons. 
  
  Piecing bits together, they became the 34th most reliable means of travel or transport. With times continuing to be tight, most of the administration has been too busy to notice that individual Y captains have been stripping modifications for market price and taking on several jobs at once. Livestock kept next to the citizens' of Nome's supply of winter apparel. They'll smell like donkey's ass, but they'll be warm. And it's a chance to get paid twice as much.
  
  So it's not to much of anyone's surprise when a Y breaks down on its route. But when crew and passengers are ejected from their stasis pods into a dark, silent, ship, it might be something else.
  
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  **Notes**: *This is a sci-fi/horror game. You can die.*
  
  *My preference is for long (paragraph, preferably more) moves and BGs with some meat to them. All the better for me to fuck with your heads-- ahem. NSFW. Custom cards acceptable so long as they follow the tone of the pre-mades.*
  
  *You must have and provide a way to communicate with the narrator privately: email, IM, or other. Narrator: cjnarrates@gmail.com.*
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Shot Off Metal Rod: What was once part of a twelfth generation stasis pod support system is now a rusted piece of damage in your hands. Enjoy your space-tetanus.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've Talked Your Way Out Before: This one time, you got everybody to put their weapons down with only the sound of your own voice. What's doing it again?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Migrant, Travel: *"Just the usual kind of workers, bumming it wherever the work takes 'em. I'll hook 'em up in room 4. Pretty sure we got the barf stench outta there."*
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Surveyor, Travel: *"Don't like the look of that last one. Shifty like. Says he's out to scope on outer rim digging techniques but I don't buy it. Shit. Long as he's not here for us."*
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Crew, Posted: *"Don't know why I'm still even on this thing. Force of habit by now, I guess. Still, will never get used to the ghost shift. Everybody else in their stasis pod and it's just you and the black."*
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Citizen, Travel: *"Regular Joe, regular price. You know, it still amazes me how many people must be wanting to fly for them to have to resort to this hunk a junk. Shut up! I'll say whatever I want."*
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Merchant, Travel: *"Any merchant's that sellin' in these backwaters of space gotta be dealin' the saucy stuff, y'know what I mean? If they slide me a packet, I'll give 'em an extra meal plan. I ain't too proud."*
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Prisoner, Transport: *"We've got a PT situation on this run. You still got those converted storage stasis pods separated from the others? These guys don't need to be comfortable. They just need to be unconscious."*
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Doctor, Travel: *"Anyone who comes out to the ass end of space to practice has gotta be one of those bleeding hearts, right? Leapin' between backwater colonies to lend aid. Sounds like hell to me."*
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Keep Your Drugs Safe: Ys aren't known for their particular brand of updated security, so y'got the packets on safely. Now they'd best stay that way. Somebody's expectin' 'em down the line. After you quality check them.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Get To Your Final Destination: This wasn't your first pick for transport. It's not a straight line through. As tension rises, so does your will to do absolutely anything it takes to arrive where you need.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Get To The Bottom Of This: Whatever's going on with this hunk a'junk, it's imperative that you know. Traumatic events may occur, but you push on. Their deaths just mean you're getting closer.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Find The One You're Looking For: All you've got is a static-y family photo on an old album drive and a rumor they went this way. But that's enough. You'd do a lot more -- and a lot worse, for family.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Figure Out What's Going On With You: Life as a volunteer drug sampler means the occasional bad trip or side-effect. But this has been going on for weeks and you can't take another job until you even out.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Get Your Next Paycheck: You need this next paycheck two days ago. Somebody's waiting at the end of the line to have your head otherwise. And people in stasis aren't with their money.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Get Somewhere Safe And Stay There: You knew the odds of taking the 34th ranked travel freighter. But this is beyond anything. You're gonna get somewhere, get low, and wait for proper authority.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Get The Pod Open: It's imperative that the stuck pod opens or else the occupant's going to suffocate before your eyes.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Stasis Pod #4: Across from Skib, the fourth stasis pod in the room. Fog built up inside obscures the woman's features.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: C Deck: Stasis Room 4: A typical set-up of four stasis pods stacked along the walls with a master control at the end of the room. It smells vaguely of barf.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're Okay With Technology: If you were a genius, you wouldn't be on this backwards transport, but you've got some knowledge and a steady hand.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Implantable Wrist Scanner: Installed into the wrist, the TRT-IWS 05 series can detect your lifesigns as well as those of anyone within 100 yards of you.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've Handled A Weapon Or Two: You know the ass end of a cannon from its mouth. Your likelihood of shooting yourself in the foot is diminished.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You Think Pretty Well On Your Feet: Considering your present company, saying you're the smartest ain't much bragging rights, but you take what you can get.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've Just Got That Look: Your sincere face belongs on a galactic sales ad. Too bad you didn't take that job. But you're still able to convince people your way once in a while.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You Can Perform Medicine In A Pinch: There's not going to be any drastic, life-saving procedures, but you have done good field work and persevered where technology usually fails.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You Don't Hide Behind Fancy Tech: Technology may have advanced leaps and bounds, but you've got no problem getting into a head-butting, ear-biting fist-fight.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You Don't Look So Good, Buddy: Traversing the outer rim hasn't made you tougher. It plagues you. Every newly discovered bacteria and malady has had its turn with you. Careful about falling behind.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You're On Your Own Out Here, Kid: You've never traveled before on your own. Nuances and tricks of keeping yourself alive aren't in your vocabulary yet and the learning curve's vanished.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You Don't Look Like A Harry: You're not traveling under your real identity and the more probing these idiots do to solve their ship problem, the more likely you have to answer questions you can't.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You've Got No Balls: Careful about talking a big talk, cause the second shit hits the fan, you're in the corner, crying for your mother. And you might as well forget looking at anything gruesome.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're Just An Addict Scumbag: Whether it's the latest packet or a golden oldie, you're its bitch. Without your fix, you'll undeniably begin to sweat, shake, and hallucinate. So, enjoy that, sucker.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You Got Nothing Going For You: There's nothing inherently wrong with you except that you could be replaced by a robot and nobody'd notice. In fact, you might be more useful then. Carry on, drone.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You Suck Balls Under Pressure: Under normal circumstances, you behave just fine. But when it's balls to the walls, no holds barred, and someone's depending on you? Sucks to be them.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Exit Your Stasis Pod (Hannah): Being abruptly awake inside the crammed pod is disorienting but you'd better get your grip before the pod flushes.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Exit Your Stasis Pod (George): Being abruptly awake inside the crammed pod is disorienting but you'd better get your grip before the pod flushes.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Exit Your Stasis Pod (copy): Being abruptly awake inside the crammed pod is disorienting but you'd better get your grip before the pod flushes.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Exit Your Stasis Pod (Skib): Being abruptly awake inside the crammed pod is disorienting but you'd better get your grip before the pod flushes.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Stasis Pod #4: Across from Skib, the fourth stasis pod in the room. Fog built up inside obscures the woman’s features.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Take A Closer Look At #4: An older woman but not without her good looks. Her clothes don't make her profession immediately apparent.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: You're Primed And Ready to Blow: You've got an incredibly short fuse. It doesn't take much to set you off and usually what sets you off is something really stupid. You're the kind of person that people hate to travel with.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: You Don't Get Paid Enough For This Shit: You only do what your job description requires. You're not lazy but, if they want you to go "above and beyond", then they better be willing to pay you. You don't stick your neck out for free.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Get to Freedom: You've been behind bars long enough. What's one more body if it means that you can get to a safe haven? 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Enjoy the Ride.: You only live once and you have nowhere else to be. You just go wherever life takes you and it has taken you here. It could be worse. It could be better. Either way, you handle one day at a time.
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: Steel Toe Boots: You might not be the smartest guy here, but at least you've got your trusty boots. They've taken better care of you than any woman ever has. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Really Good Memory: Helps with acquiring knowledge and intelligence, not so much with relationships...
conversations.from: gpt
conversations.value: MacGyver-like: You have the uncanny ability to find tools in the most unlikely of places.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Germaphobe: If something's catching, you'll go to any extremes to avoid it.