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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]

[That is just getting the blankest of looks.]

First order of what?

[I mean.]

I dunno, lady, I've worked for a lot of people. Some of 'em were more up-front than others. So - never heard of anything like it, doesn't mean I've never taken their money. Right now, though? I'm not working for anyone.

[greydients]

[Ah. Jake's response doesn't seem to phase her - if anything, it's calmed her down further. Roughly pulling the green wig off her head and shaking her hair back into position, Rey swings herself properly upright and positions herself on the edge of her bed, facing her new...

...acquaintenace? That'll do for now.]

Are you a bounty hunter, then? You seem the sort.

[Hunters occasionally stopped at Niima outpost, pursuing one target or another - it was amazing how many fugutives tried disappearing into the sands of Jakku. Alternatively...]

That, or a mercenary.

[If that is the case...could this be a First Order prison?

That didn't quite explain the wigs or outfits, though....]

[bloodspent]

[...Well, then. He doesn't seem to mind the questions, at least; it's not something he really hides.]

That second one, yeah. Since I was a kid.

[So yeah.]

What about you? You got some sort of job you're doing?

[greydients]

[...since he was a child...?

...

There's a flicker of...something in Rey's eyes for a moment - leaning more towards understanding than suspicion - but whatever is was, it quickly disappears. This isn't the time to be empathising with mercenaries.

Shifting slightly on the bed, Rey turns her gaze to the side, grimacing slightly; although it seems to be directed more towards Jake's question than his answers.]

Thought as much.

[She's silent for a moment, appearing to mull over her options.]

I'm a scavenger.

[....]

...since I was a child, too.

[bloodspent]

...Jesus.

[Okay, then.]

And do you have a name to go with the hard as shit life?

[greydients]

I'm Rey.

[There's a part of her that's frustrated by how easily it slips out, how quickly she's trusting this complete stranger - who has already admitted to being a criminal. But it's so rare to find someone who understands, and she hasn't felt this since-

...since Ben. The recollection makes her wince slightly, and to hide it-]

What's yours?

[bloodspent]

It's Jake.

[...right, right- ]

Good to meet you, I guess.

[ONE DAY, one day he will get the hang of this introducing himself like a civilized person thing.]

[greydients]

Likewise.

[Haha yeah, what is civilized, again? That never seemed to be a priority on Jakku.]

So did you just wake up here too, then? Because I've never seen this place before and I'd quite like to leave.

[On a fully-fueled ship with a big hyperdrive, preferably, but she'll take what she can get. Now isn't the time to be making new friends and having adventures - she needs to get back to her allies on the Falcon as soon as possible.

There's a dark place inside her heart that hisses 'Provided they weren't the ones that left you here', but for now, Rey manages to ignore it.]

[bloodspent]

You're not the only one - I've got infinitely better places to be than this. Preferably with less stupid outfits involved.

[He shifts a bit, rolling one of his shoulders back as though to crack it back into position.]

Like I said, though. Nothing familiar about this place or the setup.

[greydients]

[Sighing, Rey tugs at the tunic of her own stupid outfit. The insulation is pleasant - it would have been brilliant to have during Jakku's horribly cold nights - but at the moment, she just wants it off.]

Maybe we're prisoners, and this is the uniform.

[Not out of the realm of possibility.]

Although I can't see any restraints.