week zero

[judgejudy]

DAY 0 Complex Population: 36 ( September 30 - October 1 ) You awake as if from a deep sleep. The first thing you might notice are colors, since you'll find yourself sitting in a pretty garish room. This looks like a restaurant or cafeteria of some kind, but for now, there's no food in sight. At least you're not alone. There are 35 other people here, and they're all stirring too, probably looking just as confused as you are. As you wake, you're also likely to feel a heaviness on your ankle, and as you look down, you'll see what looks like some kind of ankle monitor strapped there. Just as you might start to question where you are, a voice speaks up from an intercom system. It's a calm, cool female voice. "Good morning, residents. Welcome to the Complex. We hope that you enjoy your time here. We'd like to thank you for choosing to stay with us." Choose? Did you really choose to be here? Try as you might to recall that event, you certainly have no memory of that, though as you start to think, other gaps in your memory may appear... But there's no time to think of those, since the calm voice continues without pause. "My name is Judy, and I'll be providing for your basic needs during your stay. You may contact me through any terminal in the Complex, though I may not always be able to answer immediately depending on what I may be attending to. As we are busy setting up for your stay still, it may be up to twenty-four hours before I can respond to any inquiries. For now, let's review your rooming assignments..." Judy begins to drone on, calling out names as she lists off rooms and who is assigned to them, but no matter how you might protest, it seems like she doesn't hear you. Looks like you better get familiar with these people, since it sounds like you could be rooming with up to four of them. "Finally, I would like to remind all residents that there are restrictions on both occupancy and a curfew. Apartments may not house any more than five people, and mandatory curfew begins at 11PM. However, these systems are not quite operational yet, so we will allow these rules to be broken until the proper systems are back online. We expect this to take no longer than three days, so you may enjoy this freedom responsibly until Monday evening." Where you've woken up is a strange place, and many doors are locked, but there's at least some places open for exploration. There are also plenty of people seemingly stuck in the same situation as you, so they might be worth getting to know. After all, who knows how long you'll be here? — Welcome to 62! This is our first post, and it acts as a general mingle to start off the game. Check out the setting, make toplevels, and tag around. For now, Judy won't be able to be contacted (she's very busy, you know), so this is a general CR building post before we dive into the game proper. The first night post will be on Sunday, so if you have a role, you should have already been contacted. This will begin the normal schedule as described here. There will be another day post on Monday, and this is where characters will have an opportunity to talk to Judy. In addition, as she mentioned, there will be a mandated curfew to go along with the rooming restrictions, but these won't be in effect until the next game post on Monday. Enjoy your freedom while it lasts! Finally, remember that if your character would like to use the commissary to note what they're taking!

Comments

[heroizes]

[ This is strange.

Jack is absolutely sure that this guy recognizes him now, but he's not sure how to process that. After all, if he recognizes him, that's probably not a big deal. Granted, he's kind of making more of a name for himself with the whole Pandora thing and now the Elpis thing, but it's not quite anything just yet where people recognize him in person. He's just "John" in the first case and "Jack" in the second. A name without a memorable face to go with it. Not yet, so far as he's concerned, but that's neither here nor there.

Though he thinks he's starting to get it as Rhys gets upset about being called a Pandoran. Which, yeah, fair. He'd get upset too, and he sort of had. He holds up a hand in a way that it seems like a half-apology or the beginnings of one, but he ends up just looking surprised as Rhys mentions Eridium. ]

Well, you're not wrong there. The planet basically farts it out, so, I mean, kinda hard to miss.

[ But still, that wasn't exactly very well known knowledge. They're starting to lay the groundwork for mining the planet for Eridium, but it's still largely on paper at this point. And considering that paper tends to be Jack's venture, he's pretty interested. ]

Look, sorry about the, uh, implying you were from Pandora thing. Just, y'know, you're kind of sporting the "look" right now, if I'm honest. Hey, but if you know it's good for Eridium, you're in good company there, pal. Kind of a new market.

[ He smiles, then walks closer to offer his hand for a handshake. ]

Jack, by the way.

[jackhole]

[ and there's another step back here when jack moves closer, enough that he bumps into the wall but it's coupled with a contradictory thought when his eyes meet jack's face.

the thought being, of course, that jack's way prettier without the mask. his smile makes rhys feel for a moment the same sort of affection he felt when jack called him his special boy and smiled at him like it was them against the world, if just for a moment. he kind of wonders what happened there and the ache of buried down emotion hurts too much instead, so he just glares in response.

he spits out, a bit more vicious than he should -- ]

Why? Because of a bruise? Pandora's not the only thing that bruises, Jack.

[ which sounds weirdly ominous and he realizes that a second later before making a frustrated sound and pinching his nose.

(later, he's going to question why he had to say it like that because honestly, he was just talking about punching himself in the face. now it sounds all poetic and cryptic and he hates himself.) ]

I'm Rhys. Don't -- don't talk to me again.

[ and that is, naturally, when rhys turns and fucking bolts out of that kitchen before jack can stop him. who needs food!! not rhys. he doesn't need food nor does he need this fucking specter of jack's past haunting him right now. what the fuck even and where the hell is fiona? ]

[heroizes]

[ This is at least a Jack's that's more considerate, because when Rhys steps back, Jack is quick to stop and drop his hand. That makes it pretty clear that Rhys isn't interested in shaking hands, so Jack doesn't have any problem withdrawing the offer. It was more a courtesy than anything, after all. His hands settle on his hips in a way that's familiar, and the half-incredulous laugh is also one that Rhys has definitely heard before. ]

Look, buddy, I don't know wh— [ Jack starts to interrupt to confront this more directly. Clearly, this guy has some kind of problem with him. Rhys has some problem with him, and once he has his name, Jack is pretty damn sure he doesn't know of anyone with that name he's pissed off. It's unusual enough that he's pretty sure he would have remembered it.

He's still all smiles for a moment, but when Rhys continues, it's gone almost immediately in surprise. Jack's expression twists up in disbelief, and he just watches as Rhys goes. He shakes his head and scoffs, but turns to return to the cabinets. Though even though it's definitely well out of Rhys's earshot now, Jack still has to comment to himself on this. ]

Pfft. Super thrilled to be stuck with more dickhole weirdos. Because I don't have enough of those in my life. Whatever.

[ But, more importantly. Back to breakfast. ]