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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

[Yep! It's a pretty standard set up, nothing too interesting.]

I got in trouble with the knights all the time. Considering how they treated the people in the Lower Quarter, I'm a bit surprised I didn't end up in jail more often.

[Flynn undoubtedly saved his ass numerous times in the past.]

What could you have done to run afoul of the knights? Isn't their purpose to protect the kingdom?

[Yuri scoffs at that.]

Yeah, that's what they say, then they turn around and ignore the people of the Lower Quarter. Unless they're looking to tax the people who can't afford it.

[He is. Definitely not fond of the knights.]

[ . . . What. ]

... How could a knight ignore any citizen of their land. It is their sworn duty to protect it.

Good question. That's what I thought too, but it seems like Flynn's the only decent knight they've got.

If that is so that- is inexcusable. [ Like holy shit wow she ... is annoyed. She's very sympathetically irritated all of a sudden. ]

Yeah, it is.

[please do not murder any knights, zelda]

It's how things have always been in the Empire, at least for as long as I can remember.

- It sounds to me as if your king could use his eyes opened to that.

[ Because w e w get a better knight commander. ]

Emperor, and we don't have one right now. It's kind of a tug-of-war about who gets to take the throne right now. I'm not involved in political drama like that.

... Well then no wonder corruption has been allowed to sit itself in, if the throne lacks any guiding hand.

I guess so? I wouldn't know, I didn't really pay attention to politics until Flynn decided to become a knight and dragged me with him.

[...he totally went willingly.]

I quit just a few months after joining. Definitely not my kind of thing.

[ Politics...?

How wayward was his kingdom - empire, she corrects herself - that the line of succession can be seen as something as trivial as "politics," to be ignored by the people...? She looks pensive for a moment, and then inhales deep only to exhale. She takes two steps ahead, so she might be the one in the lead for then next room ]

If that is your experience with knights, I can see why it would not be. ... Flynn must be a very treasured friend of yours.

[He'll follow, don't worry. Though at that he winces a bit and reaches up to rub the back of his head.]

He's... just someone I knew growing up, that's all.

[He does sound fond, though. Embarrassed, but fond.]

Even so, that bond can be very special. I'm glad you had him to keep you safe.

[ You know, from prison and shit. ]

Yeah, I guess it's worked out pretty well for me. He's probably had a pretty rough time having to deal with me, though.

[whoops, sorry flynn.]

I do hope you have repaid him somehow.

[ Welp, next room and it's!! ... Well, it's like a locker room or something. People gotta change uniforms somewhere. ]

Eh, I think things even out pretty well in the end.

[It's fine, he takes care of the princess and helps people Flynn can't, so it works out.

But hell yeah, there are lockers to check out! He'll go through any of them that are open, but there don't seem to be any Apple Gels in here either...]

... I am not seeing many personal touches in these storage lockers.

[ Like.

That's weird, right? It seems weird. She let the Flynn thing drop, but... ]

...Come to think of it, I haven't either. That's strange. You'd think they'd have at least some personal stuff in here...

[He'll check another locker, but it's more of the same. Huh. That's really weird...]

A best, some of these have the wig and uniform, some do not. It's... [ Weird. It's clinical? She's not sure if there's a proper word for it, especially with her emotions running weird. ] Well, in any case, we shouldn't take anything anyway...

Not unless you want another wig.

[He'll close the last locker and step back, surveying the room. There's nothing really else to check in here...]

You want to head to the next room?

[ . . . Well also stealing is bad. ]

We may as way, as long as you wish to explore together.

[If you can press A and take the item then it's totally fiiiine, don't worry about it.]

Yeah, it's better to travel together. Here's hoping we can find a way out of here.

[ Well then, PRINCESS and FAILED KNIGHT travel a Galactic base!! She'll agree whole-heartedly with a nod and sound of approval, and we're off ]

[Off we go! This place is pretty big and most of the rooms look the same... But there's got to be an exit around here somewhere!!]

Man, it'd really help if they had a map of this place. I'm starting to think we've gotten turned around somehow...

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