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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

[enjoymyatelier]

[...he sighs a bit, trying not to look embarrassed...]

Well, aside from the obvious, I'm not injured, as far as I can tell, but I know something's a bit off...

[...huh. pointy ears. that's a little odd for present-day humans, so he might be able to discuss magic with her... but he's not really comfortable talking about it with this many people he can't tell are in the know or not around.]

Do you feel any different from normal?

[hyruglyphics]

I... [ She was about to say no, she doesn't. She still feels fit, she doesn't feel off at all? But that's not true. There's a creeping worry and an odd concern. Her nerves are flayed, everything running very erratically for some reason. And so she bows her head a moment before she finally resolves that even explaining vague things is probably better. ] I'm not injured, but I feel... antsy. Strangely irritable in a way I cannot seem to calm completely.

[enjoymyatelier]

...come to think of it, you’re right.

[It’s not the wrongness he was thinking of, but now that she mentions it...]

I’d usually be much calmer than this when dealing with an unusual situation, but I’m feeling far jumpier than I really should be.

[hyruglyphics]

You as well?

[ she looks at him sympathetically. Aww. ]

[enjoymyatelier]

As embarrassing as it is, yes. I’m not sure if we can, but I think I need some fresh air.

[hyruglyphics]

I agree.

[ . . . So like. ]]

So shall we try to find some?

[enjoymyatelier]

It might be a bit complicated, but I suppose if we run into trouble we could just chuck these balls at them and run.

[He unhooks the red and white ball from his belt and waves it a bit.]

[hyruglyphics]

We could - though ideally, we won't run into any potential enemies.

[ She takes her own ball off though... huh... ]

[enjoymyatelier]

Well, I suppose we ought to keep a low profile.

...

Maybe we should put those terrible wigs on, but I have no idea if that just means we're marked to be shoved into a wall or something.

[hyruglyphics]

[ . . . No, he's right. She makes to put her wig back on, sighing ]

My hair fits in so terribly in this wig...

[enjoymyatelier]

[he goes to pick up his wig from where he threw it...]

It looks terrible and it itches like you wouldn't believe. But I suppose it's better to be stealthy...

[time to put it back on...]

[hyruglyphics]

[ Should u tell a gurl she looks bad in it...

But yeah ok ]

It is, ultimately.

[ Uuuugh ,okay, got it in ]

and so I thank you for reminding me.

[enjoymyatelier]

[oh no he was talking generally not about her.................. like at least the ears make her look a little more unique]

Right. Let's head on out, then. I'll go first, if you don't mind.

[he's gonna try to be a gentleman about it.]

[hyruglyphics]

Please, if you wish to.

[ She's fine with going out second. she's fiddling with her wig but this is as good as she's going to get this. ]

[enjoymyatelier]

Alright, then...

[He tries the door to see if it's locked, and...

...

Huh. It opens just like that.]

...that was easier than expected.

[hyruglyphics]

... Yes, I would have expected a lock.

[enjoymyatelier]

Honestly, that's a little more concerning than if it was.

[he steps out the door and looks up and down the corridor.

god he wishes he could access his magic circuits right now, but he might just... have to Consider things...]

They might have traps set up out here, but I haven't noticed anything off yet.

[hyruglyphics]

Nor have I, but I confess that this building's construction is... strange to me.

[ It's made out of materials she doesn't recognize or at least not in this configuration. It's pristine, the craftsmanship is great. ]

[enjoymyatelier]

Hmm, really? It doesn't strike me as particularly strange, aside from being a little sterile.

[hyruglyphics]

Doesn't it? It's so... metallic. It looks more like the ruins of shrines than anything most masons could make.

[enjoymyatelier]

[....huh. Well, it’s not like he needed confirmation she was probably from a different world, but...]

This sort of thing is fairly standard where I’m from nowadays, but I imagine it’s different elsewhere.

[hyruglyphics]

Oh... is it?


[ Her cheeks color but...

Okay!! So let's go into the hallways proper now, gingerly go... to look around. ]

[enjoymyatelier]

[NO SIGN OF ANYONE YET.... alright so he’ll take it slow as he walks... to the left. Why not.]

...is it just me, or does it seem like it’s even quieter than it should be here?

[hyruglyphics]

Unless this building is abandoned... yes, it does seem quiet.

[ Maaaaaannnn... ]

[enjoymyatelier]

It looks a bit too well kept to be abandoned.

[...hmm. They seem to be coming up on a door...]

Well, maybe there’s something in there, then.