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[Posted on 07/02/20]

Hello, hello! Stardust here to share a roleplay response I wrote yesterday for a Sigmoira roleplay I've been doing! For a little context, Moira is performing Siebren's initial interview, and she requests that he elaborate on the black hole incident. I was really really proud of how this reply turned out and thought I'd share it! If anyone's wondering, the reply is 4,779 characters and 859 words long. It was really fun to write and I hope you all find it entertaining!

Siebren's heart drops when she says she'd need him to elaborate about the black hole incident. He'd been hoping she wouldn't ask him to do this but alas. He nods as she speaks before taking a deep breath and sighing.

"Very well. Allow me to explain..."

Siebren then begins to recount the day when his life was forever changed...

— — —

That day two weeks into Siebren's team's stay on the International Space Station had begun just like any other. Everyone had been woken up at the crack of dawn to perform their chores, but today was special. The team's final goal on the ISS was to conduct a gravity experiment that could quite possibly change the course of human history, and today was the date of that experiment. The lead scientist, Dr. Siebren de Kuiper, had been awake far earlier than his colleagues so when they shambled into the cafeteria for coffee he simply chuckled.

"Well good morning, sleepy heads. Wonderful to see you all finally awake! We do know what day it is today, yes?"

One of his groggy companions groans and begins to think. She sighs.

"It's Monday, I think? Why?"

"No, no. I mean what the date is."

One of his other companions pipes up, still in his tired daze.

"It's the 20th."

Siebren sighs tiredly. Had they really forgotten the meaning of today? Had the history they were going to make on this very date slipped their minds?

"It's the day of our gravitic experiment! Today we'll be making history!"

Siebren spoke with such excitement and vitality but his colleagues don't seem to mirror it; they all tiredly get their coffee and shamble off to their chores. The Dutchman sighs before going off to begin the preparations for the experiment later that day.

— — —

At this point in his account, Siebren takes a moment and pauses. His hands were shaking, and he could hear his heart beating in his ears. He takes a slow, deep breath and exhales. He mutters for a moment.

"Hold it together. Hold it... together."

Having recollected himself, he continues his account of the events of that day.

— — —

It was now afternoon and all of the chores had been completed and preparations were done. It was now time for the gravitic experiment that served as the team's final goal. As Siebren slowly made his way through the many corridors that lead to the testing chamber, he quietly muttered to himself; he had been assuring himself since his first waking moment that this day was when he and his colleagues would go down in history. A sinking feeling sat in the Dutchman's chest that screamed that something was going to go wrong. He stops in front of the chamber designated for the experiment and takes a deep breath.

"Time to make history."

Siebren was in fact going to make history today simply not in the way he expected.

— — —

Siebren suddenly stops speaking for a moment. His hands were at either side of his head, his fingers pressing into his temples. His melody was growing in volume the longer he went on. He was trembling and his breathing had turned shallow and ragged. The tall male was in almost an upright fetal position with his head down, close to his body. At this point in the account, it would've been a good idea to stop him but before an objection can even be made, he draws one more ragged breath and continues to speak.

— — —

Everything was going as planned in the beginning. The experiment was playing out at a reasonable pace and nothing had gone awry just yet. Siebren sighs as all of this occurs; maybe that feeling from earlier was simply his nerves? Moments after the thought passes through his mind, everything changes. The field containing the experiment began to fail. The Dutchman desperately begins trying to figure out the cause. The brief formation of a black hole occurs just before he can do so, exposing him to its extreme power.

— — —

A scream tears out of the Dutchman's throat as the memory returns to him. In a matter of seconds, the room is sent into zero-g's. The table between the astrophysicist and the biologist and their chairs lift. The objects in the room drop right back to the ground. Quiet sobs leave the male before suddenly stopping. Siebren falls completely silent, unmoving. Had his quiet gasps for air not been audible, one could've assumed he'd stopped breathing all together.

All of a sudden, Moira is thrown back from her chair and pinned against the wall behind her by some unseen force. The Dutchman's very frightened and submissive posture shifts; slowly his hands move to rest on the table and his back straightens. The once confused expression that had been plastered over Siebren's face had turned to a cold, menacing one. He scoffs a bit and when he speaks it's quite obviously /not/ Siebren.

"I was certain my distrust of you was well placed and it seems you've confirmed my hypothesis..."

This. This was Subject Sigma.

[Posted on 07/13/22]

[Starter Status: OPEN]

Tired chatter and footsteps filled the halls of Talon HQ. It was the end of last shift, around 9:30 PM, for the employees of Talon and many were clocking out to leave. The clicking of punch cards echoed in the front room of the facility and the tired but still bright laughter of some of the operatives accompanied it. By now it was time to head home, relax, and maybe catch a few z's for the Talon employees. But while many operatives and staff were calling it a night and heading home, Siebren was most definitely not.

The tall Dutchman stood leaned over a pile of documents and reports, brows furrowed as he stared down at them through his reading glasses. He was dressed in rather comfy fashions for being in the lab: he wore a beige turtleneck sweater and black slacks with no shoes of course. He seemed perplexed, frustrated even, as he stared down at this stack of paper. What could possibly have him so worked up? Sieb brings a hand to his chin and scratches it in thought.

"Verdorie.. What am I missing..?"

A deep frown slowly formed on the normally calm, composed features of the tall male. He'd been staring at these papers for an hour now and still he couldn't figure out why the numbers didn't add up! Had he miscalculated? Was he using the improper formula? As his frustration began to build, the faint whispers of his unheard "melody" drifted through the back of his mind. Siebren quickly shuts his eyes and takes several deep breaths while muttering to himself.

"Hold it together, hold it together.."

Once his melody had subsided, he sighs. He opens his eyes again just to focus them right back down on this stack of god forsaken paper. Perhaps he needed a second opinion? No, everyone had already left for the day hadn't they? If only he could do the same.. But his scientific pride would not allow such a thing with a blunder like this staring at him in the face! He needed to figure out what was awry and then he would rest...

Starter call

A sudden zip sound opens in the evening sky, what came out of it.. was flung out onto dark crisp grass of wherever it was; the darkend figure got up from the different shades of gray and orange on the ground. Groaning as it was recovering from the fall.. Two ambers eyes stuck out from the cool autumn air. They seemed..  predatory and alert. [[We could IM for plots~!] Just come say hi!] :3