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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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[I]

[You know, the last thing she remembers is getting her rear end handed to her by her darling sister and trying to think of how she was going to face her own death by her father's hands. It's...something else entirely, waking up and dealing with an unfamiliar room entirely. The emotions flooding through her come out a little too easily, irritation and dread making themselves all too apparent on Camilla's face. It's taking all of the woman's willpower to not simply rip the wig off and try to stomp her way out.

Of course, it's going to take a little longer than anticipated, but once Camilla gets up off of her bed, she is going to be making her way to another person--very likely you--to try and stir up some kind of conversation. May as well get to know one another.]

I trust that you haven't the slightest idea of what is going on either? I must say, this whole situation...it's exceedingly dreadful, and perhaps we should have a word with whomever is in charge...if at all possible, of course.

[It's elegant, practiced, and though her expression seems to be smiling, it's hiding a storm behind it for sure.]

[III]

[Otherwise...well, she is going to check out what's going on with those capsules at some point after getting herself acquainted. She can't say she's expecting a fairly large black and blue creature to come out and greet her, but she can almost instantly be found cooing over it! So much for that elegant composure.]

Well, aren't you adorable! I haven't any idea of what you are, but I've never seen anything so darling in my life...

[Of course, it...gets a rather blank sort of body language from the Pokemon in question. The pause is a little awkward, to say the least, and the creature just kind of stays where it is while Camilla finds a way to lift it up. It's heavier than it looks, but Camilla lifts axes to fight. It's cool.]

We'll grow fond of one another in due time, dear. I assure you of that! Oh, looking at you up close just makes you even more lovable! Why don't I see if we can find you a delicious little treat. Would you like that?

[...This poor thing is so lost. And Camilla's just gonna keep Blofelding the poor damn thing. Someone please get her priorities back on track.]

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[Jake just...kinda snorts at that. All this shit going on and she's talking about finding the manager. It's almost impressive? Mostly just kinda unreal.]

Lady, I hate to break it to you, but somehow I think the management's not gonna care.

[Well, she's got her priorities...somewhat in line, if nothing else. It gets a bit of a smile out of Camilla, never the less, though she seems to hide her amusement behind her hand.]

I suppose I should have figured as much. I would have rather solved this peacefully, but I suppose two can play at that game.

[Camilla is going to give a look around to the room, honestly, though she doesn't seem to like what she sees. Or, well, perhaps the lack of it.]

I suppose they were smart to leave us with so little, however...

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