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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.]

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Ah, yes, that's right, those other "Team Galactic" members...they didn't seem like they meant any harm, but they do seem very, er...well, I guess "lethargic" would probably be the best word?

[ She's seen low-energy people before, but these are on another level. Oreki would be impressed.

She can't help but smile at the bow, though, how cute-- ]

In any event, they weren't very helpful in giving any clues, though! Have you had any luck yourself? This building is a bit of a maze...

I guess so?

[If Sena was smarter, he'd have suggested something more like "apathetic" - they weren't lazy or sleepy or anything, they just didn't care. It's so weird.]

Not really...everyone else was just acting like robots, so I wasn't sure if it was safe to actually ask them anything...

[He waves his hands vaguely as he pulls himself out of the bed.]

You know, like how in those movies when the hero sneaks into a secret organization and tries to figure out what's going on, but then one wrong question makes them realize he's not one of them and they string him up in a huge pit trap over a pool of acid and alligators and the bad guy explains his 7 step plan to conquering the world or something because surely the hero can't escape but he somehow does at the last second and has to sneak his way back out? Like that.

[Sena.

Never voice the products of your hyperactive imagination ever again.]

[ Poor Chitanda doesn't watch a lot of movies, so her instinctive reaction is-- ]

T-those poor alligators!

[ How do they survive the acid?! ]

We have to go save them! There's no way they'll be able to last very long in a pit like that!

[ She looks like she's starting to fret... ]

Oh no, what should we do..? That just sounds so cruel...

U...um...I meant like in the movies...

[Sena sweats nervously, wondering if he's unleashed something terrible.]

They're...they're not real...

O-oh! Then they don't really put alligators in acid when they're filming? Ah, that's a relief...there's no way they'd be able to stay in there without melting! I was worried for a minute...

[ Someone show this poor girl an actual movie set. But at least she's perked right back up! ]

But if the alligators aren't real, then we should have nothing to worry about, right? I don't think the tired people will go that far, even if we do get found out!

[ If they're anything like what she knows from experience... ]

"If I don't have to do it, I won't do it! If I do have to do it, I'll do it quickly!" That's probably what they're thinking...

No, it's probably stuff like robots and computers...

[Wait, how did they get on this topic?!]

Huh? What makes you think that? [She seems pretty confident in their indifference...why?]

Well, the behavior just seems very familiar, is all. There's someone I know who acts a lot like that. He lives a...how does he put it? An "energy conservationist" lifestyle, I believe is his term.

[ She speaks quite fondly of him, regardless, as if she's happy to see more people like him-- ]

Perhaps it's just optimism, but seeing them, I'm fairly confident that the process of rounding us up again would probably be too much effort, on their part. They hardly even seem concerned, if they know that we've gotten out...

A...an energy conservationist...

[Sena doesn't understand, but he can't help but think this guy wouldn't be too far removed from some of the exaggerated personalities he's seen in the football scene. He can just vividly imagine a very strange sort of guy, reminiscent of Omosodake. Everything would be too troublesome, except for eating.]

So...if we act enough like them, they might not care much to look to tell the difference?

That's right! Or, at least, that's what I think. Even if they notice, they'll probably be the type that are too lazy to really do anything about it.

[ How do people like that function, really? ]

So I don't think we have anything to really worry about! You don't have to be afraid.

[Not very well.]

Oh...you're probably right...

[He laughs a little sheepishly.] I don't think we should be careless, though...

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