Session 1

Cass looks at the rest of the stuff in the room, looking for any significance to the objects collected. "A zoo, or a museum."

A sudden thought. "First, before you go in, do the other doors have initials we don't recognize? Our dead union friend or the two that we're frozen, perhaps?l

"We're outmatched, being led on a journey here. We might just need to go with the flow, until someone shows up and explains what we're doing here. Maybe that starts with opening each of our doors?"

"I think so too." Leda's insatiable curiosity was in charge now. She looked for a door with her initials on it and walked directly to it.

"Hey, hold up, let me do mine first!", Hariette says, sprinting to her door with a manic grin on her face.

Hariette will boldly go open her door, in the spirit of "I'd rather get hurt than put others in harm's way"

Hariette. The door slides and opens as soon as you enter a close range. You are welcomed with a familiar room. It's almost like somebody has taken a trip inside your life and constructed this room as a most pleasant, comforting place.

"Wait!" Hiro says, reaching for Hariette before she can crack her door open... but he's too late. Frowning, he adds, "Do we really want to just play along her, being manipulated? I was thinking we might open each other's doors..."

Leda wheels around when Hiro mentions the possibility of being played. "Hmmm. You have a point. Want to swap doors with me Hiro?"

The hunt for information was on. She was excited and raring to go.

"It's too late for Harriette. Hey Cass, if Hiro doesn't want to, we can swap unless you are intent on searching your room. Maybe this will mix up whoever is playing games with us? I don't mind which room. Whoever wants to switch with me really."

"Alright," Hiro says to Leda with a shrug of his huge shoulders -- then he opens the door to the room marked "LO."

When O'Rourke does the same to the big pilot's door, she finds...

Cassiopeia opens her own door, seeing that the first one isn't a trap. "Don't worry, Leda, I'll be careful."CC sees her own history laid out before her. She know's what she packed, and brought on the ship, but what she sees is different.

There is a collection of Oxtallian fetishes hanging on the wall, the purpose of which she will never tell anyone, anytime; a holographic picture display shows depth-realistic photos of some of her favourite adventures, generally ancient, dusty places with a sepia toned theme; an old book, made of actual paper, a leather bound, replica printing of Jules Verne's Twenty Thousand League's Under the Sea which she has always meant to read but never has; a perfectly organized AI driven cosmetic and coifing station; and about four people's worth of wardrobe

Hiro. As you approach the door, before sliding to reveal its contents you barely realize that the initials carved to the door has changed to HM before you enter and it is your room.

Leda experiences the same thing as she approachess what was initally Hiro's room.

"Well this is interesting," she muses out loud. Suddenly Hiro's initials morph into hers. She had no idea what kind of technology was responsible for this odd change but she was eager to investigate.

She enters the room and is immediately rushed back to several images of her room from the past all jumbled up together. There was her hover-bed that she had designed for a school project when she was twelve. The droid she had designed as a hobby when she was fourteen stood in the corner head bowed. A duck that quacked, another robot project was laying on the bed, webbed feet comically pointing up toward the ceiling. Moving photographs hung in various patterns on the walls depicting parents, siblings, and famous robots. A venus fly trap sat green and healthy on a bedstand, snatching flies from an automatic feeding tube. A holograph of a field of corn waved lazily by another wall.

She stood in the middle in awe, taking the trip down memory lane.

"At least one of us should stay in the main at all times!" Dayton shouts to his compatriots. It's a good idea, but frankly, there's something about this that fills him with great unease - even more than a room full of Trilaxian proctologists. "I'll stand watch outside until we can make sure that you can all get out when you want to." Saying that, he strides to the nearest open door, and peers in, checking on the status of his crewmate.

"Agreed. Whoever is doing this is it's trying to make us comfortable... or get us to lower our guard. Until we know which is which, we should treat this as hostile territory. " Hariette grins. "This isn't exactly like a xenobiology field mission but the principles are the same. I'm still not ruling out that I'm caught in the sweet dreamlike embrace of a jub-jub plant. "

Hiro doesn't see the initials change, so he has a moment of confusion when he sees the room. This is something for Leda? No. No, Hiro knows this place.

The apartment he shared with Inia those few glorious months on Marezon. A pleasure world, or what passed for one for those who couldn't afford the real thing. It was small, just like he remembered -- with a balcony, a bed, an expensive spa-style tub in the corner. The windows were floor to ceiling and provided a view of the beach and the water beyond. On the bed, next to the impression where he could tell Klovis recently laid, he sees the keys to his old bike and the short, snub-nosed pistol he favored for so many years. On the bedside table, a picture of a massive extended family, all gathered together at an outdoor picnic -- his uncles and aunts, his cousins. Finally, on the floor, his old Skider boots. God he loved those things... and hated leaving them behind almost as much as Inia when the time came.