Your Room

It's your room. You tidied it yesterday, so it'll be nice and clean when you return from your year-long mission. You couldn't pack much for the journey, so you're just missing a single poster from your wall and most of the clothes in your closet. Both are already stowed away in the shuttle you'll be taking to the starship, which is currently in stable orbit. There's not much to do in here; you suppose you could lay down and try to nap?

...

You stare at the ceiling blankly, unable to escape or ignore the impending sense of doom that you've been trying to ignore since your assignment to this mission. You know it's as safe as it can be, and all the tech being used has been tested a thousand times; it's not that you're necessarily worried about anything in particular, just ... alert and on edge, feeling like you're waiting for something. You can't understand what, no matter how much you try.

What will you do next?

> Inspect the contents of your closet

> Return to the habitation dome's central area