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AWAKENING.

You're asleep, and the first thing you're aware of is the pulse.

It comes quickly, flooding through your system and jolting you awake; the room you're in is dimly-lit but the bed you're in is soft, and while all of this is jarring you'll soon become rather aware that you aren't going through this alone. The room you're in is lined with beds not unlike the one you're in; you'll be able to hear other people stirring, coming awake as they respond to the pulse too, and...

...And it will soon become evident that whatever just happened, something is wrong.

Whatever your response may be to waking up in a low-lit room full of people is going to be highly amplified, the emotion rubbing your nerves raw in a way that makes you feel like you're experiencing it for the first time, and whenever you manage to sit up, you'll feel something...strange on your head, tickling the sides of your face, and as you turn your head a little you'll catch a glimpse of an odd, synthetic-looking green.

A wig...?

Your clothes, too, are different from whatever you remember last (because whatever you remember last, it wasn't this room, it wasn't this place - ); they feel warm, designed to withstand cold weather, and if you throw the blankets off at any point (or even just pause to look beneath them) you'll be greeted with an outfit made of thick material that's alternating parts black and white and glossy silver, with an emblem inscribed on the chest - a G inscribed in gold and black.

Whatever's happening here, you aren't given much time to dwell on it; everyone here seems about as confused as you are. There are twenty-four of you in the room altogether, and you're all going through the same thing; whatever you're experiencing, the door is closed, so at least you're experiencing it in relative privacy.

For now.

It isn't long before a voice can be heard, soft but agitated-sounding, as though trying very hard to not awaken everyone in the building; it sounds like a man, and you can hear his footfalls pause just outside your door as he speaks to someone else, voice soft and androgynous.

"And you're sure they're gone?"
"Yes, Commander."
"And don't you think something should be done about that...?"
"Right away, sir."

With that, the man and whomever he was speaking to can be heard parting ways, one moving rapidly down a corridor and the other pausing, shifting a bit before eventually moving on himself.

You have several options.

I. You can sit here for a while and get to know each other, seeing as none of you know what happened. That might be a good idea, all things considered, and as long as the door remains closed there's no rush. It's the middle of the night, after all, and it isn't as though anyone is going to come looking - despite the urgent conversation outside, there isn't any alarm going off, nor is there any reason for most of the building to be on high alert.

II. You can explore the building. Should you do that, you'll find several winding corridors leading to what look like dorms, with several rooms containing sleeping people and areas such as formal break rooms; exploring a little further will let you find conference rooms and other large, empty spaces that don't seem to have much of a purpose. There are signs and notices in several places referring to "Team Galactic" and its protocol, all adorned with the same emblem that's on your clothes. Some of these corridors also lead to doors that are, unfortunately, locked and staying that way; some of them lead to people dressed exactly like you, bizarre wig and all. They seem to be a little strange, however; they'll greet you, and they'll speak to you if spoken to, but they look odd and dead behind the eyes and there's not much to their answers, and asking them about preferences or any personal information will just net you a blank stare. It's going to be a long strange journey through the building, but at least you're traveling light; you don't seem to have any belongings with you - save for the outfit you woke up in and the red and white capsule attached to your belt...

III. You can also pause to try to figure out what's going on with those capsules. They each contain something very important to you, after all - a creature that seems to have been assigned to you specifically. They don't seem to have anything on them indicating a name or another person that owns them, at any rate, so it's probably safe to assume it's yours. That said, something seems decidedly wrong with it - it seems alarmingly apathetic, the look in its eyes dull and resigned as opposed to alert and emotive, and while it's willing to follow you (it's almost a bit too willing to follow you, it will stay close by your side in the manner of a dog trained to heel if you try to walk away from it) it doesn't seem to be due to any sort of genuine affection. It's all very...sterile, for lack of a better term.

Welcome to Sinnoh. Glory to Team Galactic.

[OOC: Welcome to Azume! Feel free to use this log to get to know one another iCly; you can use the prompts given or come up with your own, though for now you're confined to the building. The Commanders are currently not present in the building (anywhere that you can find them, anyway). For now, have fun getting your bearings.]

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II-A.

[ The wigs are strange, and the costumes are even more strange, but the whole thing going on here is just so curious that Chitanda can't help but feel a little bit of a thrill welling up inside as she pokes around the building. Perhaps she doesn't quite grasp the severity just yet, or perhaps she's just that eager to get to the bottom of it, but this maze of a building is really grabbing her interest; it's not like any other situation she's ever been in before, and the wave of unfamiliarity that she's been slammed with here...

Well, how could she not try and ride it as best she can? She can't help herself, she's so curious, she can't stop thinking about any of it-- ]

Oh, excuse me, excuse me! I'm terribly sorry to trouble you, but I must ask, what do you think this means?

[ Chitanda can't help but press one of her fellow "Team Galactic" members; the implications of the sign she's pointing to on the wall in the hallway just seem so peculiar! She has to get a second opinion... ]

"The Team Galactic credo! Everything belongs to Team Galactic! Look beyond the world -- space will become Team Galactic's!" Surely they must be space colonizers of some kind! Perhaps they're looking into promoting tourism in outer space?

[ She's trying her best to keep her voice down, but she simply can't help herself; it's clear from the ways her eyes are glimmering that the situation is exciting her-- ]

III.

My, aren't you precious...could it be Halloween here, perhaps?

[ Chitanda can be found in a break room with her poor Pumpkaboo; though it's cute as a button, there's something about the way it looks at her that feels...well, it's familiar.

The creature she's making eye contact with here appears quite lazy and unmotivated; it lets Chitanda inspect it without complaint or even much of a reaction, but when she leaves it to its own devices, it doesn't do much of anything. Truly, it's a creature that has dedicated itself to conserving its energy in any way it can, and there's something about that which can't help but stir a certain feeling in her.

"If I don't have to do it, I won't. If I have to do it, I'll do it quickly." If this pumpkin could speak, Chitanda gets the feeling that that's what it would say. And perhaps she's just projecting, but... ]

I get the feeling we'll get along just fine, little one.

II-B.

"The Team Galactic nap room! Ensure the bed is unoccupied before getting into it!"

[ Chitanda reads aloud, from a peculiar sign dangling just above an empty bed. Well, that just...seems like it'd go without saying, wouldn't it? But then again, in a strange situation like this one, we can't go discounting any possibilities. Perhaps there have been incidents in the past, where team members have been so drowsy that they crawled into bed with a napping co-worker...the thought of that is so silly that Chitanda can't help but giggle. It's just absurd!

...Then again, on the other hand, if all of the little creatures here are as lazy as hers is, perhaps it's not people that the warning is concerned with. And rather than a Team Galactic member, the idea of shuffling your way under the covers and flopping over onto one of these little darlings...

Well, that's far more of a cause for concern. We wouldn't want any of these little guys getting squished! And most of the people she's passed by here look so tired...surely, this is a matter that warrants investigation! She sets down her Pumpkaboo and sets out to work, gingerly lifting sheets up off of the beds and peeking under the covers in search of any new friends she can find... ]

Hello? Is there anyone under here? Don't be shy...

[ ...Hm. Guess not... ]

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I don't know, there are plenty of space tourism companies that dress like normal people. And they actually smile, too.

Are there?!

[ From the look on Chitanda's face, this is absolutely news to her! She's never heard of such a thing for real; she had just been spitballing, but if there really is such a thing, then-- ]

Perhaps this particular one has a bit of a customer service issue, but I had no idea the business itself was so...well, I can't say that I knew there was a market for that at all, actually! Would you mind telling me more?

[ She can't say she's read anything about that... ]

I mean, there wasn't much tourism on my planet. If anyone came to Sandvil, it was to see the insect repellent towers. They put bikini cowgirls on the brochures, I guess. But other planets were always pretty interesting! Though for the past week, I've kinda been travelling for work instead... ish.

Sand...vil?

[ And that's...a planet? With strange strategies in attracting visitors, at that? ]

I'm afraid I've never heard of such a place...

[ But this girl has no reason to lie, does she? Is she just confused...? ]

Do you travel often to other planets with your job?

Sort of! I used to be a detective, but some stuff happened. Now I'm the assistant to a federal inspector! She runs me sort of ragged, but we were in a rush. It's been a long week.

Ah, a detective...

[ That seems like a fun job, assuming the mysteries she works with aren't too grisly... ]

It seems like you lead quite the interesting life, miss. I'm sure you have quite a few stories to tell...

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