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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

[niceoppai]

I haven't heard of that one. We must be really far out. What system is it in?

[hyruglyphics]

[ Uuuuh. ]

I... am sorry, I do not know what that means.

[niceoppai]

Oh, that's fine! There are countries in continents, continents on planets, planets in systems that orbit a sun -- or sometimes two, that happens kind of rarely -- and systems in galaxies! It's a long way to travel, so we invented space travel like ships and gates hundreds of years ago. I kind of thought everybody knew, but a lot of stuff here isn't making any sense at all.

[hyruglyphics]

[ She doesn't get it until - orbit a sun and- ]

-- You mean to say your people have a method to travel among the stars in the cosmos?!

[niceoppai]

Wait, you don't have space travel at all? Like way back in the olden days?

[hyruglyphics]

[ The olden... days... her cheeks color and she- ] No... no we do not. There are legends that speak of a time when people were in the sky, but...

[niceoppai]

And no one's from anywhere I recognize, too. [She flops against the wall.] What is all this stuff?

[hyruglyphics]

[ . . . ]

I cannot answer that right now, but I'm certain with with some examination and study, we might be able to deduce things.

[niceoppai]

[sigh] You're right. Maybe the signs and stuff around here are a good start.

[hyruglyphics]

Agreed. Most of the ones I've seen so far have been slogans or idioms, I believe.

[ Some weird ones, but still. she latches onto the new subject with gusto, trying to focus on that in the vain hope it'll fix her nerves. ]

[niceoppai]

Yeah, and then there are those weird things on the floor. What do you suppose it is?

[She points to a portal.]

Looks a little like a really, really small gate, on the floor for some reason.

[hyruglyphics]

[ uh. ]

... A gate? Your method of travel through space?

[niceoppai]

Yeah, they're huge, huge buildings that traffic controllers staff to transport ships long distances. Otherwise, it'd take years to get some places.

[hyruglyphics]

Oh- ... Oh, so they they teleport those ships?

[niceoppai]

Yeah! Though it's a real pain when they're down. Some things happened and both Big Pink and Pretty Red got badly damaged recently, and I think Moonwalk, too... Oh, those are some of their names. I'm not sure where they come up with them.

[hyruglyphics]

[ She's so glad this is a technology she can comprehend... ]

That's amazing that they can function on the scale to transport entire ships though! The ancient Sheikah pads seem to largely be able only to transport one person. We have been working on them, but the results have been lacking thus far.

[niceoppai]

Transport one person, huh? Do you think maybe these things can do that, too?

[hyruglyphics]

It's possible!

[ Actually, she's going to crouch down here next to it to examine it closer, checking for a pattern on it. ]

If it were active Sheikah technology, there would need to be some manner of activating controller, like the Sheikah Slate... and the pattern would be more complex looking than this. But it doesn't look entirely dissimilar.

[niceoppai]

Hmm. Then how do you use it? Just walk over it?

[hyruglyphics]

Oh, no! This would be the point one would arrive at, with the controller linked at some other point to this circle.

[ Or at least, that's how hers would work. ]

[niceoppai]

Okay, so you just go from anywhere to the warp point?

[hyruglyphics]

Possibly, yes. [ She pauses but... ] There might be a range... to be honest, I haven't seen it activated, just read old documentation and studies both sides of the equation.

[niceoppai]

That should be enough, though, right? Reading the manual works for most things. Uh, usually.

[hyruglyphics]

[ Err... well... ]

These documents were written ten thousand years ago, to understand all that they talk about has been a long process. And besides, it seems that the system they left behind was originally designed for use by the chosen hero.

[niceoppai]

I think I know how you feel. I mean, not the chosen hero stuff, but using really old technology when you gotta. It's super interesting, but then you sorta get stranded...