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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]

[okay.

Okay. This is not first class and he does not wear wigs. So that's going right off his head and onto the floor immediately! Fuck that! That's the most important thing right now! Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald does not wear tacky wigs, and someone has clearly shoved this thing on him without his consent.

Along with the rest of this shitty outfit!]

Are you. Is this someone's idea of a joke. Where is my coat!?

[discutio]

Don't shout, you've no idea what attention you'll draw.

[Ignis snapped that in a harsh whisper in Kayneth's general direction, smoothing his own hair out and checking over his lack of pockets.]

[enjoymyatelier]

[Kayneth lets out a curt sigh, giving Ignis a look tinged with some degree of ill-intent, though he bites back an acrid retort and turns the same glare towards the door as he lowers his voice.]

God. They must be impressive to have kidnapped me in the first place, otherwise I'd say let them come and see what they...

[...hang on. hang on something feels wrong. is this guy a mage? he was on an airplane with his fiancee and a bunch of normal-ass-

...

where the fuck is-]

Right. Do you remember any of these people from the plane? I don't remember you, of course, but there's no way I'd remember every other passenger.

[discutio]

[Joke's on you, Kayneth, he can't even see the look you're giving him.]

Plane-...? No, I've no idea what you're talking about.

[enjoymyatelier]

[.........HMMMMMMM]

Well, that's odd. That's where I was last I remember... Where were you before you ended up here, then?

[bloodspent]

[You know, this isn't the first time he's awakened in clothes that aren't his, and as such he's just gonna - yeah no fuck this, he's with the screaming idiot over there, wig on the floor.

Although seriously?]

You're doing a great job of drawing attention to yourself, old man. Keep it up, maybe they'll focus all their bullshit on you. Noble sacrifice. Stupid, but noble. I'll remember it.

[enjoymyatelier]

...I'm thirty-four.

[he kind of grumbles it because how young are you even you don't look that young he'd expect that if you were like twelve or a nasuverse teen]

Regardless, under normal circumstances- or even strange circumstances I understood- it'd be more of an annoyance than a sacrifice. But this is much stranger than I'm used to...

[something is wrong, he needs to get away from people so he can try something because something is wrong]

[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.

[eudaimonikos]

[Hissed:] Shut up, idiot!

[Michael's dropped his own wig on the floor, very much not here for that shit, but he's gone over to listen by the door instead. Just for a second, just to see if those people are coming back.]

[enjoymyatelier]

Yes, I'll continue to have no emotional reaction to this confusing, unpleasant situation.

[eudaimonikos]

Oh, my apologies! [Hand over his heart] I didn't realize your feelings were more important than whatever tiny advantage we might gain from our captors not knowing we're up and about yet. Please, carry on.

[enjoymyatelier]

Hmm. Actually, I’m beginning not to feel particularly bad at all this. Perhaps we could do with a thinning of the herd.

[hyruglyphics]

[ I mean everyone else kinda shouted at him so she ... I mean, she walks over and then offers a hand to him, a stern look on her face but sympathetically, ]

Sir, are you aright?

[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.

[divinedescendant]

[jesus christ emmeryn hasn't even gotten the chance to fix her hair now that the wig's gone and already with the yelling]

Peace—I know the circumstances are dire but we cannot face them like this.

[enjoymyatelier]

...right. Of course.

[He crosses his arms and looks..... somewhere else...]

I’m usually a bit more controlled in difficult situations like this, but I feel more jumpy than I think this would warrant.

[divinedescendant]

It's all right. The circumstances are difficult for all of us.

[honestly this seems like a justifiable response to all of the bullshittery happening here. she's willing to accept it at face value]

May I ask your name?

[ventulus]

[ Ventus had woken up and he didn't even properly look around at this time. His mind was so out of sorts when he turned in the blond's direction. ]

Why are you so loud...?

[ Give him a moment to get his senses together. ]

[enjoymyatelier]

It’s a very stressful situation, alright?

[ventulus]

Is it because of just the coat or we're somewhere we don't know?

[ ... ]

And if it's the coat, why's it important?