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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

[bloodspent]

Let's just say my life has been a lot of "this" lately.

[fatalstrikes]

Sounds like your life could use a little less excitement. So are you any good at escaping from places like this?

[bloodspent]

As long as I'm not literally chained to the floor? Hell yeah, I am.

[fatalstrikes]

Well, let's see about busting out of here. I'm not seeing any knights and the guys I've run into here don't seem all that interested in guarding the place, so surely there's a way out somewhere.

[He'll get up at that, c'mon, let's find an escape route!!]

[bloodspent]

[You've got monsters and magic and knights and ohhhhh god, you're a fucking LARPer, okay.

So look, he'll just get up and the...lizard is gong to wander after him, and it's got the stupid pants going on and after a moment Jake just picks it up and carries it like one would a goddamn toddler.]

So where'd you come from, anyway? Other than the Ren Faire.

[fatalstrikes]

[That is absolutely fair, the poor thing looks like it's going to trip over its pants.]

Ren Faire?

[what the heck is that.]

Terca Lumireis, specifically Zaphias. But I'm guessing that doesn't mean anything to you?

[bloodspent]

...Yeah, that doesn't mean shit, sorry.

[He tried.]

[fatalstrikes]

Didn't think it would. If you don't recognize blastia, you're probably not from Terca Lumireis.

[He shrugs a bit. It's worrying, but the last thing he needs to do is get riled up about it.]

So tell me a bit about where you're from. Sounds like it's pretty different.

[bloodspent]

To be honest? It's kind of a shithole.

[...................

yep.]

[fatalstrikes]

[...]

What, that's it? Not very descriptive.

[He's sort of grinning though. And hey look, here's a door!]

[bloodspent]

Not much to describe. No magic, though. I can tell you that.

[Awesome. So are you going to kick it, or are you going to try to open it like a civilized person?]

[fatalstrikes]

No magic? Sounds like you're missing out.

[Open it like a normal person, of course!! Does he look like he's from a Resident Evil game??]

[bloodspent]

[...Yeah, how's that working out for you, buddy.]

Doesn't it just.

[fatalstrikes]

[Well, it's not quite as exciting as just kicking the damn door in, but it looks like we've found a conference room! Wow, so fascinating. Yuri's going to enter it anyway though, just to check and see if there are any hidden Apple Gels in here or something.]

So, are you missing a weapon too? I'd like to get my hands on a sword, but it doesn't seem like they're just going to leave that lying around.

[Bit of a shame, they did that back home!!]

[bloodspent]

A lot of weapons, actually. I can do without 'em, but that doesn't mean I wouldn't like to get them back.

[fatalstrikes]

[There is absolutely nothing under this table. Come on, usually there's at least one Apple Gel...]

Sounds like you're a pretty handy guy to have in a fight. What's your preferred weapon?

[bloodspent]

When I'm not using my fists? Guns.

[...what are you...looking for...]

[fatalstrikes]

[Guns, huh... Oh yeah, those are the things that shoot energy and stuff, like what Yeager used.]

They're not very common where I'm from. Most people just stick to swords. Common enough, pretty easy to use.

[He'll circle back around to the door, looking sort of disappointed. Well, time to move on!]

[bloodspent]

Never really been one for blades.

[...]

Hell are you doing, anyway? You looking for something?

[fatalstrikes]

Yeah. Usually people leave stuff lying around in places like this. You know, Apple Gels, gald, the usual.

[i am so sorry??]

[bloodspent]

...You're looking for candy at a time like this.

[that's what he got out of this.]

[fatalstrikes]

I wouldn't call them candy... Though I guess kids really like how they taste.

[...anyway.]

No, they can heal you. I usually have a lot of 'em on hand just in case.

[bloodspent]

Maybe the weird guys have got stuff on 'em.

[ammo...drops...???]

[fatalstrikes]

Oh yeah, that's a good idea. You think they'll just hand 'em over...?

[Sometimes the NPCs give you stuff...? Hmm. Anyway, here's the next room! This one looks like some kind of break room, complete with a small kitchen in the back. It's nothing fancy, but there are plenty of cabinets to go through!!]

[bloodspent]

They never just hand you stuff.

[Ooh, fuck yeah, cabinets. Sometimes there's weaponry in cabinets, he will assist with the cabinets.]