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[azumods]

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.]

Comments

[semistableman]

[He's going to get the most beleaguered stare.]

Try not to draw attention to the rest of us.

[enjoymyatelier]

[Kayneth sighs in frustration because he fucking gets it, alright......]

Well, I'd like somewhere less crowded anyway.

[He scans the room...]

God, is there a bathroom in here? There's got to be, right.

[semistableman]

You and me both.

[He definitely looks tense, and follows Kayneth's gaze around the room carefully.]

In this building? Probably. But the door's probably locked.

[enjoymyatelier]

The door out, you mean? Possibly, but...

[He gives his and Bucky’s outfit a once-over.]

Even if the aesthetic is horrendous, these outfits don’t seem to be the cheap rags you’d put on someone you expected to hold somewhere unsanitary.

[semistableman]

[He looks down at himself, frowning, before he looks back up.]

Maybe not, but they're designed to suppress individuality.

Matching wigs? These people are a bunch of cultists.

[enjoymyatelier]

...ugh, of course. Why couldn’t they just stick to the standard black robes?it’s more dignified than this nonsense.

[semistableman]

Hell if I know.

The green wigs stand out, too. Makes it so everyone knows who you are.

[enjoymyatelier]

Depending on the cult, that's probably the intent. A sort of "we demand to be taken seriously despite our terrible, terrible outfits" thing.

[semistableman]

You think people do?

[...Yeah. They probably do.]

I'm kind of creeped out how they dressed us when we were unconscious.

[enjoymyatelier]

If you're involved in militant activity, probably.

...and honestly, I feel like I would have been a lot more collected upon waking up if it hadn't been for that. It's one thing to kidnap me, but to infringe on my personal space like that...

[semistableman]

Hmm, maybe. You'd think they'd go for something more practical instead of cute matching uniforms, though.

[s h r u g

He's got nothing.]

It's pretty unsettling. And leaving us alone afterwards... it's strange.

[enjoymyatelier]

Well, these outfits aren't really poorly constructed, even if they look tacky. It's not the worst thing to wear if we're dealing with cold weather outside.

They might just be trying to confuse and disorient us, in which case good job, I suppose.

[semistableman]

That's possible, it's a pretty effective tactic. Though usually, people wouldn't be left to their own devices.

[enjoymyatelier]

Right. You’d expect we’d be restrained or something instead of left to our own devices.

[semistableman]

To be honest, it's bugging me.

We're probably missing something.

[enjoymyatelier]

I wouldn’t be surprised if we were.

I suppose the only thing to do is see if we actually are locked in here.

[semistableman]

[He nods.]

That's probably the only thing we can do.

[So obviously he's going to stride on over to the door.]

[enjoymyatelier]

[Kayneth will also approach the door, looking... a mite concerned. It’d be one thing if the other guy had both arms or had some kind of adaptation to compensate, but...]

I don’t mind testing it out, really.

[semistableman]

I can watch your back.

[He says, incredibly seriously.]

[enjoymyatelier]

Good to know.

[okay. Time to caaarefully open the door. Let’s see...

...]

It’s definitely unlocked.

[semistableman]

[He makes a vague affirmative noise.]

No time like the present, I guess.

[enjoymyatelier]

Alright. You keep an eye on the left, I'll keep an eye on the right.

[he leaves the door slowly, peering down the right side of the hallway cautiously... but it's empty. for now.]

[semistableman]

Got it.

[His mannerisms change almost at once, tense and wary, as he looks down the life side of the hall.]

Looks deserted.

[enjoymyatelier]

It's not dusty enough to be totally deserted, though. Perhaps it's just sterile, but the lights are on... there's probably someone else here, just not watching this hall at present.

[semistableman]

Yeah. I doubt we're alone. But I'm surprised people wouldn't be guarding this hallway, it seems sloppy.