62 | week zero

week zero

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!

Threaded | Flat

[ As mentioned, Judy may be contacted by selecting an option on any of the terminals to send her a message. She may not respond immediately, but Judy will respond to all pings within 24 hours. ]

friday, cafeteria (waking up)

[ Jack actually waits until the message finishes before he speaks, though it might be because of disbelief over anything else. He actually looks offended at what he's hearing, but by the time she starts droning on about the apartments, Jack starts to interrupt. His name was one of the first ones said, so he's not interested anymore. ]

What- What, seriously? Can you believe this?

[ Jack shakes his head as he looks your way, then it's back up towards the intercom. ]

This is a load of crap, lady! I- Look, I know I didn't sign up for this? I've, well, I've kind of got a moon to save? Biiiig friggin' laser gonna blow it to pieces, all the people on it dying, kinda gonna ruin everyone's day?

[ He'll at least wait once she says the last bit, though he groans out in frustration and pulls at his face. Though he's quick to look back your way, though his expression is still exasperated as he starts to stand. ]

Hey— Look, you remember how you got here, buddy?

friday, apartment #1 (evening)

[ Probably not, as it turns out, because come evening, Jack is heading to his assigned apartment pretty dutifully. With no apparent way out, he at least has to sleep. He guesses. So whether you're a new roomie or just a visitor, Jack definitely pauses once he opens the door. He steps into the entryway, if such a space could be called that, and looks around with a low whistle. ]

Uh... Wow. Really going for the. Space-efficient look.

[ Then, it dawns on him how many people are supposed to be in here, and he adds: ]

Waitwaitwait, four other people are gonna be in here? That's— Ohhhh, no way is that happening.

[ Is it? You be the judge. ]

saturday, kitchen (morning)

[ So it's fairly early in the morning when Jack gets up, and I have a tradition to keep here. He's immediately going to scrounge around in the kitchen to make himself some breakfast, because really, he's not partial to this whole food dispensing system. Kind of weird. And untrustworthy. So instead, he could just make his own meal, right?

Well, maybe. He seems to be considering that too, since as he opens up cabinents, he just leaves them all open, showing off the canned and not super appetizing food inside. He's determined, though. He'll look through every can if he has to, since he's hoping to find something appealing.

If you're also coming by the kitchen on Saturday morning, he'll peer up from where he's crouching in front of a cabinet, though it's quick to go back to work. ]

Heyyyy, kiddo. [ You might not be a kiddo, but "kiddo" is happening anyways. ] Uh, the options here kinda blow, but. Help me look? I dunno, maybe there's something not crap in here somewhere?

wildcard

[ hit me up and make your own prompt suckas ]

friday, promenade (post-waking up)

[ Well, being in a room full of strangers is terrifying along with the whole not remembering coming here sort of thing, so Adam escapes fairly quickly. He stops at the promenade and seems to just kind of... feel up the fake trees. They're clearly fake though so next he'll crouch and start feeling at the floor with a lot of concentration.

Stop him? ]

friday, apt #4 (afternoon)

[ He's very quickly taken the gun that he recognizes and put it on his person. After that, he walks around inspecting the tiny apartment. Actually, it's kind of spacious to him. But he also remembers that other people are staying here. Once they arrive, he'll say: ]

I guess I'll be sleeping on the floor.

friday, anywhere (evening)

[ So he's not sure how to leave this place. But it also seems like other people have no clue either, which is... better? This isn't the first time he's experienced weird amnesia but he's keen on seeing if there are any patterns.

Which means he's going around with a small rubber ball that he's bouncing around and seeking people out. ] Excuse me. What's the last thing you remember?

[ Is the bouncing ball distracting? Annoying? Sorry, he doesn't seem to notice. ]

wildcard

[ Find him wandering mindlessly! ]

Friday - Waking Up

[...and so this is a place Dojima doesn't recognize. Looks like a cafeteria and he isn't alone, it seems. From a quick glance around it seems he's not the only one who just tuned in, everyone else seems just as confused. All Dojima can do once the stupor vanishes is listen, if a person who may or may not have your life under control right now is talking, it's better to listen. Don't be rash. Take a deep breath and assess the situation]

"Choose"? I didn't choose to be here.

[Yeah, he mumbled that, but that was for himself. Once this Judy person finishes talking, Dojima stands up, talking to the nearest person around]

Alright, I don't know what you want to do, but I think exploring this place should be our first action. Come with me if you want.

[He's used to have someone to bounce his words around. You may not be Adachi but that's good, right?]

Friday Evening - Bar & Lounge

[This sure is a lot of booze, but who would start drinking in a situation like this? Until there's some assurance things are going to be okay he's not going to touch such things.

The cigarretes, though, those are a different matter. As soon as he can he's going to get a pack of cigarretes and a lighter, claiming those for himself. Once someone is nearby, he's going to try to get their attention]

Did you see any weak points, or ways to contact anyone outside?

[It's a long shot, but there are thirty-something people! Someone must have seen something!]

Edited 2016-09-30 22:34 (UTC)

Friday, Cafeteria - Waking Up;
[...weird.

There are a lot of ways Alice could describe this, but weird is near the top of the list. For one thing, she's absolutely certain she doesn't remember choosing to come anywhere like this. For another, none of these people are familiar, and while she's no stranger to meeting people she doesn't know, well... she's also pretty used to a certain someone following her around like some kind of extremely smelly puppy.

To her credit, she actually listens to the voice over the loudspeaker without interrupting, though she raises an eyebrow at hearing her name spoken twice. Well, whatever. She'll cross that bridge when she comes to it. If it's just a mistake and she's been sorted into two rooms, she'll take whichever seems more comfortable. If there's someone else named Alice here, she'll... cross that bridge when she comes to it.

Once the loudspeaker goes silent, she waits a moment or two before getting to her feet and clapping her hands to get the others' attention.]

Let's not waste time yelling at someone who's probably not even listening, okay? ♡ That would be pretty stupid.

[The words are kind of harsh, but she's saying them with a sweet smile, like that's supposed to soften the blow.]

Does anyone want to go take a look around with me?

Friday, Apartment 7 - Evening;
[After some thought, Alice has decided she's going to take her chances with the seventh apartment - mostly because there are fewer people in this one. She doesn't particularly care if it is or isn't where she's really meant to be, because she is named Alice, and as far as she's concerned she has as much of a claim on it as the other one.

So, without any further ado, she peeks into the room with a smile.]

Yoo-hoo! Anyone home?

[She's on somewhat good behavior... for the moment, anyway.]

Saturday, Recreation Room - Afternoon;
[Alice has never played pool before. That much is obvious in the way she's holding a pool stick, because for one things, she's not even using it at the table - she's in the middle of the room, swinging it around to test the weight of it in her hand.]

Hah!

[...anyone walking by might want to watch their heads.]

Wildcard - Anytime, Anywhere;
[Want her somewhere else? Just hit her up! She'll be exploring to get her bearings so you could theoretically run into her anywhere.]

Edited 2016-09-30 22:40 (UTC)

friday, cafeteria/waking;

[sure, alvin's listening to the message. he's listening and none too amused—but he's not stupid enough as to think throwing a fit is going to get him anywhere. it's not like it's going to get them out of this situation any faster, so he he heaves a sigh, adjusting his scarf like it's a tie and musing aloud.]

Kidnapped, drugged, monitored and taking sticking us with a bunch of strangers. And everyone thought Exodus were the bottom of the barrel.

[he laughs to himself, almost bitterly before standing and stretching his arms over his head.]

May as well see what this is all about before any panties get bunched. [be them his or someone else's. if he's alarmed, he's doing a damn good job of hiding it with how nonchalant he seems to be taking this... for better or for worse.]

friday, apartment #1;

[are you standing in or near apartment #1's doorway? then congrats! you're getting an arm casually slung over your shoulder like alvin's been your bro for a decade. whether it's someone who actually should be in that room or not, he's motioning towards the door with a bit of a smirk.]

Space is pretty tight, but at least the dorming is co-ed, right? Looks to me like someone at least got something right around here.

[alvin...]

friday, bar & lounge (evening);

[well, that's one way to set up a bar. he's kind of curious about how the contraption actually works, but honestly? he's more interested in having a drink.]

I'd say my treat, but I don't think it makes much of a difference here. [it's not like they'd take his gald anyway. he doesn't even have any of his gald. even still, after realizing there was no easy way out of this situation and that everyone else is in the same boat he is—he figures a stiff drink is probably a good idea. who knows, maybe everyone isn't in the same boat. maybe loosening up a little could help him learn something he hasn't figured out up to this point.

(not that he's got his hopes set on this one, but it wouldn't be the first time someone's surprised him.)]

wildcard;

[find him wherever, maybe actually get something out of him that isn't pretending to take this whole situation like it's just another day ending in y?]

Edited 2016-09-30 22:43 (UTC)

friday | wake me up ( i can't wake up )
[ This is funny, shut up. Anyway.

It was odd, waking up she was expecting the dreary cool atmosphere of Rapture. She's squinting when she wakes up, her head pounding and - well, she can't quite remember what she was doing or where she last was. The transition from slumber to awake was a slow one and she barely clocks in Judy's voice.

It's the other people when they begin to question and argue, to show their distaste of waking up that leads her to snap awake. She stands, stumbles with her hand onto the table to catch her balance. The damn weight of the shackle on her ankle causes her to lift it and examine it curiously. Elizabeth keeps her comments to herself, looking through the crowd for a familiar face but no one - no one.

Through gritted teeth, she hears her name and finally clues in - rooming assignments? ]

To hell with that. [ Elizabeth hisses and motions to flick open a tear - ... uh. No. There's a tremble of her eyes as she realizes her powers weren't working. There's no rip in time, no destination reachable.

...There's a wash of concern on the tired woman's face but, she collects herself a bit quickly, smoothing out her button up.

She was trapped again, it seemed. She looks to the person closest to her. ]

Let me guess, you don't recall signing a lease or residency, right?

friday evening | apartment #5
[ Guess who has no answers but finally found herself arriving fashionably late to her apartment? She sulked in the bar for a while and the stench of cigarettes was fresh on her clothes. She, luckily, does not come in wielding a stick between her fingers for now. Elizabeth walks in and immediately regrets doing so - it's so tiny. She's use to lavish, even with her imprisonment but the poor apartment she rented in Rapture was barely this size and lasted for one person.

Sorry, she's unimpressed. ]

Where's the rest...? There's - no, did you look for a door to a second and third bedroom?

[ Not that she planned on staying, but you know, just in case. ]

friday evening | rec room
[ Elizabeth is lost in her thoughts, listening to other people talk and trying to piece in what they know. By now, she's guessing that they're not from Rapture or Columbia and this world was far more advanced than she knew. It leads her to believe this is definitely not her time or universe.

Bother her because she's smoking pretty heavily - almost through three cigarettes within a 30 minute time frame. Funny enough, she's flipping a deck of cards back and forth as if she's some casino dealer. It's idle, but maybe it's catching your attention! ]

saturday morning | community bathrooms
[ Community for a reason. Elizabeth had never seen something so open and... intimidating. The privacy she had was limited. She could feel the dirt underneath her fingernails so she had to wash. A hot shower was nice, wasn't it? Like washing away her sins. The water hits at her feet and she's completely bare but luckily the doors shield her. She fell asleep against part of the couch last night, too tired to overthink and falling asleep on her own quantized theories on why her powers were gone and why her finger was back... it makes no sense and she feels like a child again - clueless and helpless.

It's a bit too late after her shower before realizing... well, she has no towel. There's a twist of the knobs for the water and she calls out to anyone - ]

Is there a towel out there?

friday, cafeteria (waking up)

[As Judy is talking, someone looks incredibly bored - the man blinks wearily, reaching up to stifle a yawn before scratching at the back of his head. He doesn't get what's going on - where is he? Who are these people? Those are the questions on everyone's minds, but Alfendi Layton, while slightly exasperated, doesn't seem to be in any sort of panic whatsoever.]

Is this some kind of mistake? [He says, English accent noticeable in his tone. He sighs.] Oh, maybe I didn't get enough sleep last night...or I must be having some kind of strange dream...

[He then promptly shifts himself, resting his head down on the table, and closes his eyes, murmuring to the nearest person.]

Wake me up when things make sense, yes?

friday, promenade (afternoon)

[When some sense has (hopefully) been knocked into him, a now very-awake Alfendi can be found wandering the promenade, looking pensive. If he sees someone walk past, he'll approach, a light smile on his face.]

Excuse me, do you know where I can find a telephone? Have you seen one or have one in your possession? [He lets out a huff.]

I wonder if we could call the authorities. I mean, I have a suspicion that we won't, but...well, it's worth a try, right?

friday, apartment #7 (afternoon)

[This is the smallest apartment EVER. Not that Alfendi minds, but...]

Ugh, do we really have to live in one place? [He clicks his tongue, looking somewhat annoyed as he digs his hands into the pockets of his long white coat. He's used to a nice bachelor existence on his lonesome where he comes from, and this...this simply won't do.]

So many people in close quarters...oh, it makes my skin crawl...

friday and saturday (wildcard)

[Alfendi can be found pacing around the entire place looking like a very gangly lost bird. Hit me up if you want a specific prompt!]

one, cafeteria (waking up).

[ as judy speaks, rhys will be in his seat growing more and more irritated by the moment. the last thing he remembers is... well, he's not sure, actually and the lack of knowing makes him uncomfortable. he grits his teeth, trying hard to recall -- pandora, right? and this stranger... wasn't it fiona? fiona in a radiation suit, and then she hit him and --

and, he's not sure.

his eyes take in the room around him frantically, bouncing off of face to face to see if there's anyone he recognizes and the more time it takes to pin off of anyone, the more tense he becomes. okay, don't freak out. don't... do something stupid. you can handle this, rhys. you can.

the heaviness on his leg draws his attention next, eyebrows furrowing as he looks down to his leg and pulls up the hem of his pants and huh. that's... not anything he likes, no. he hisses out slow, discontent, and then reaches down to tug at the bracelet with both hands. his eyes take in the robot hand, wondering if he could just apply enough pressure to crush the bracelet in his grip. the attempt makes the mechanical arm freeze up for a moment before swinging backwards and slapping him right in the eye -- the momentum causes him to jerk and...

yep, rhys falls over in his seat with a groan, legs kicking in the air for a moment as he tries to catch himself but it's too late, it's tipping over and there's nothing he can do to stop it. he's not sure what to feel worse over, the throbbing pain of punching himself in the eye, the pulsating of the back of his skull, or the indignity of being in a heap on the floor after flipping over your chair. how about all of it? all of it seems fine. ]

two, apartment #2 (afternoon).

[ after he pulls himself out of the cafeteria, he heads straight towards their room assignment. he'll take in the rest of the place later, sure, but right now he wants to know where exactly he's been "assigned" and with who. he's a man on a mission which means when he gets there, he's a little, uh, caught off guard by the ... screaming. he blinks, confused before softly calling out -- ]

Dumpy?

[ the screaming happens again and from around the staircase comes dumpy, floating eagerly towards rhys before slamming right into him with the eagerness of a dog who hasn't seen their owner in way too long. one would think dumpy would be smart enough to slam into say, his chest or shoulder or somewhere with cushion but. no. nope, instead dumpy slams right into rhys' head and rhys swears loudly before flinging his hands upwards to holds onto his forehead.

when he pulls his hands back, there's a bit of blood. yeah, in all of dumpy's eagerness, he sliced up rhys' forehead a bit. ]

Oh for the love of god, today is just not my day.

[ dumpy just swirls around him happily, still screaming. ]

three, atrium (evening).

[ okay, it's time for rhys to have his big emo stink. which means sometime this evening, anyone walking through the complex to explore will find in one of the corners, rhys! rhys who is sitting on the floor, looking pretty gloomy with his black eye and cut forehead, still being circled around by a very excited screaming robot. dumpy seems to be in a good mood at least, even while rhys pulls his knees up to his chest and outright sulks.

he is so god damn sick of being kidnapped, okay.

and he could also use a cigarette too but he doesn't understand how the commissary works yet and he doesn't want to ask anyone to explain it to him because then he'll look stupid. so that's sort of, you know, part of it. instead he's just going to sit in this corner and act like a huge baby and sneer at anyone who comes too close. he is a grown man throwing a bit of a tempter tantrum and he doesn't have an npc to fight yet about it, wtf.

on the flip side, if you come close enough, dumpy will be more than happy enough to follow you around screaming too. dumpy likes people. ]

four, wildcard.

[ rhys will eventually start checking out the areas and there's also the next day to deal with so tbh if you want rhys and none of these work just hmu at

claptrap and we'll figure something out. ]

Friday night, apartment 6;
[HELLO ROOMIES. After a harrowing day of being Really Dang Confused, Sakyou is finally trying to settle into the room rather than just stick his head in through the door and go "nope, not today", as he'd done a few hours prior. He's still mostly staying away from the furniture, though. This place is so spartan and weird and futuristic?! Honestly, the lack of space for sleeping is the least of his worries, especially since he's freshly used to sharing cramped quarters with four other losers who roll all over the place and snore.

Roommates will likely find him standing near the lights and looking up at them, or inspecting the stove area in the kitchen with Great Scrutiny. Or maybe just sticking his head into the laundry chute.]

...The smell is a little... [Bad. As one might expect from a laundry chute.

Or, he can be found sitting on the floor, examining his fancy new anklet from as many angles as he can manage. When someone moseys near enough, they'll get:]

Have you been able to get this off yet?

Saturday, recreation room;
[So many of these things are so far out of Sakyou's range of understanding HE IS TRYING HIS BEST BUT HOO BOY. You can either find him:

A.) Having a small heart attack as the jukebox starts playing some rockin' tunes after he fiddles around with the buttons too much. He jumps a little, immediately pulling his hands away like he's concerned that it might attack him, or that his dumb hasty ass might have just broken it somehow.]

How do you make that noise stop—?!

[A FRANTIC PLEA to the nearest passerby... Lord help him.]

[Or B.) playing ping pong! Kind of. Someone left the equipment on another table and he's made his own game out of it, bouncing the ball up and down like some stringless version of paddle ball. He's ridiculously good at it, somehow?! No matter how high the ball pops up, he's able to catch it on its way back down pretty neatly.

Eventually, he even turns to someone else (while still keeping the ball from falling over), seemingly bored with just the one-man challenge he's got going on here.]

Excuse me, would you like to play a round?

[OF WHAT, THERE'S NO PROPER GAME HAPPENING HERE.]

wildcard;
[Hit me up with your own scenarios for whatever your little murder hearts desire!]

friday, waking up

[she listens to everything that's said carefully, memorizing every detail, every word spoken by this unfamiliar woman. she takes it all in, seeming almost withdrawn given the reactions of the people around her. she only watches for now, glancing both at the surrounding area and the other residents of this strange new place.

what registers with her more, however, is the complete newness of how she feels; heart beating, blood pumping, breath moving in and out of her lungs. she runs her hands over her arms, feeling the softness of her skin. while others raise their voice in anger and confusion, she digs her fingers into her palm, little white crescents forming before her nails break the skin. the droplets of blood that come forth provide another note of strangeness, especially accompanied by the twinge of pain.

she has some concerns. regardless, if she notices anyone looking at her odd behavior, she glances over at them. she gives pause before changing the subject.]

Do you remember how you came to be here?

friday, apt. 6

[time goes on and she adapts. as the day goes on, she wanders into any area they're allowed in before discovering the apartment with a space meant for her. she examines this area with curiosity as well, wandering through the dwelling at length.

if she sees someone else enter or encounters another while looking around, she offers a small smile.]

Hello. Have you been assigned here as well? My name is Ava.

Friday, wake-up

[Well this blows. He's patiently listening to the message from Judy but his face looks entirely unpleased, folding his arms over his chest as he waits for it to be finished. He doesn't say anything even when Judy shuts up and he's eyeing the other people in the room.

This. Sure isn't where he wanted to end up. Was this where he was aiming for? Absolutely not. On the other hand it's far away from Camp and that's gotta count for something.

The ankle monitor's interesting though and while everybody else starts to scatter and talk, he's busy propping his foot up on the table and reaching down, placing a hand on it and concentrating. His eyes narrow and his jaw's tense, fingers wrapped around the apparatus before realizing…]

Oh come on! [And he bangs his ankle on the table before he continues trying to do. Whatever the hell he's doing. What is he doing?]

Friday evening, apartment #5

[Sorry, residents. You get to deal with one (1) teenager sprawled out on the bed already with a shoebox resting on his chest. He's already decided to claim dominance to it but…you're free to kick him off. Please kick him off. He has his eyes closed but if he hears anyone step closer to him he'll sit up half-way.]

You supposed to be here?

Friday night/early Saturday morning, promenade/atrium

[With the curfew not set, Luke's taken off to the promenade with the shoebox under his arm. He's pretty glad to see the area looks empty because he's sitting on the ground and kicking off his sandals, slipping into a pair of Chuck Taylors. He grounds himself, staring at his feet for a moment before mumbling a word.]

Maia.

[…nope. Okay, so that didn't work. He furrows his eyebrows together, wondering what could be wrong. He glances back, noticing the fountain behind him. Maybe he just needs a boost?

…so he climbs up onto the ledge, balancing between land and water before jumping and saying the word again. But no, why would Luke ever get anything nice? Instead of his shoes working properly, Luke finds himself panicking just a little as he falls forward straight into the fountain. Good thing nobody saw that…right?]

Saturday morning, cafeteria

[For anyone who enters the cafeteria, they'll find Luke staring at the machine of breakfasts. If you approach, he'll turn and glance back at the machine with a slightly perturbed grin.]

So…which of these looks the least disgusting?

Wildcard, Friday or Saturday

[Hit me with anything else!]

Friday - Cafeteria + Community Kitchen

[After waking up and taking note of immediate surroundings, Veronica's first instinct is to check on food. There are a lot of people here and it's best to see just how much there is to ration out evenly. She won't be eating herself just yet, but she wants to be sure others can.

The cafeteria is...unimpressive. The machine can spit out food, but it only looks barely edible. Better than starving to death she supposes. The community kitchen is better. Canned food seems more appealing than the slop, and meals can be cooked for multiple people.

In the Cafeteria she will be examining the machines, which look a little old world to her in tech. Mostly she will try pulling out and requesting trays, just to see the response time. The actual food however won't be touched, but...]

Hey, you! Do me a favor and taste test this.

[In the Community Kitchen she will be taking cans and stacking them to get a rough sense of how much of each one there is. At some point though she gets bored and starts stacking them into a square house formation. Someone stop her...]

Friday - Bar & Lounge

Okay, now make me a Bloody Mary!

[In line of testing equipment, Veronica is giving orders to the robot bartender to make her a wide variety of drinks that she won't even drink. Well, okay, maybe just a sip if no one is watching, but for the most part there are just a ton of alcoholic drinks that are untouched.

And when the bartender finishes she takes a look at the drink with a hum.]

Whoever programmed you sure did a thorough job. Okay how about this one...

[Feel free to take a drink and chat, she'll be doing this for a while.]

Wildcard

[hit me up with a prompt, im game]

I'll never smile again until I smile at you.
I'll never laugh again. What good would it do?

[It's a wonder that a boy of this size, this age, could make as sour of a face as he has at this very moment five minutes post-waking. Honestly, being unconscious is likely the best sleep a person could have, yet this bout of shut-eye leaves him groggy and cloudy-headed.

If you come up to him, he doesn't even bother acknowledging you with a glance unless you stand there longer than several seconds.] Go away.

Up in the mornin', out on the job; work like the devil for my pay.
But that lucky old sun has nothin' to do but roll around heaven all day.

[He's on Floor 1, rattling both of the locked doors in turn since he's been trying most of the doors as he goes along for inspection.]

Give me five minutes more, only five minutes more.
Let me stay, let me stay in your arms. (Apartment #2)

[There's only one bed.

There's a lounger and, God forbid, two closest he can pick from to hang himself by the neck if he has to think too long about being this close to other people for longer than five minutes.] Children should get the bed. [Naturally!]

Do I want to be with you as the years come and go?
Only forever, if you care to know.

[He's in the commissary, looking through the terminal. He's taking his time, and you're having to wait. In fact, you've clearly been waiting for the past five minutes (has it been longer?) for him to decide what it is he fancies.

He looks back and stares at you if you make a fuss. He says, "You can wait," when you pester him to hurry up. Then he decides.

It takes a minute longer, but, finally, the slot opens, and there sits a nice, quaint little saucer with a big-ass chunk of red velvet cake in the middle. He takes it, ready to ferret it away.]

Friday - Apartment 4

[Well then.

It's been a very long, very confusing day. Leo isn't one for waking up in unfamiliar places, and the technology in this unfamiliar place isn't anything like he's used to. (The woes of being a Victorian.) None of this makes any sense, but he listens carefully, scanning the room for familiar faces.

But there aren't any, and the names listed before and after his are brand new as well. It's discomfiting to say the least. So at the first opportunity, Leo heads to the room he's been assigned, because it's as good a place to start as any.

Whether his roommates are already there, or if they arrive later on, they'll all get the same question.]

Hello. You didn't happen to see a boy around, did you? He's rather tall, and very loud and obnoxious. [Ruining Elliot's reputation already...]

Friday evening, rec room

[He's used to sharing and sleeping on floors, so none of that bothers him. But it's early yet, and since he'd wasted most of the day searching for someone who, inevitably, isn't here, now seems like a good time to start investigating the actual location.

At the moment, he can be found staring at the jukebox with crossed arms, and a critical gaze, even though his eyes are pretty well-obscured by the thick glasses and shaggy bangs.]

Is this really the only music we have? No instruments at all? [Seriously? Maybe Leo's been hanging out with the nobility too long, because it's been less than 24 hours and he's already missing his piano.]

Saturday

[WILDCARD OPTION if you want to talk to him another day, hit me with whatever!!]

Friday, cafteria.

[ Fortunately for the 35 other people here, Ookurikara almost immediately gets up to leave after the announcement. However, this means he didn't bother to look at the direction he was going in. He didn't bother to do much of anything except make it a point to leave. Never the "social butterfly", Ookurikara can't see any good that would come out of being around so many strangers and trying to fumble through introductions to get to know each other.

EVEN SO. Because he has no idea where he was going, he ends up leaving the original cafeteria just to come back to it a couple of minutes later. While he's still not intent to mingle and make some sort of lifelong friendship here...he eventually picks someone, anyone, out of the large group and asks in the dullest tone you can imagine. ] Where's apartment five? There's something I need to get there.

Friday, apartment 5.

[ However he eventually found his way to his apartment remains a mystery...

When he's actually in there it's...small. Not that Ookurikara cares about the size, there's only one thing he cares about and that's his sword. It wasn't on his person when he arrived so it had to be in here if nowhere else. Luckily for the tidiness of the apartment, it's in plain sight and Ookurikara doesn't need to throw sheets and pillows around to find it. Excellent.

That being said if you happen to be making rounds greeting everyone or if you happen to live in the same apartment as Ookurikara, you will find this stoic looking man very openly unsheathing his sword and looking it over. Unintentionally, he's pointing it right at whoever was unlucky enough to walk in and all he says is -- ] Oh.

Saturday, community kitchen.

[ One look at the cafteria food and Ookurikara was out of there. AS PER USUAL. He's become accustomed to a certain kind of food because of "someone" always shoving their homemade cooking at him. He'll take that to his grave however, finding his way to the kitchen instead to Attempt to cook. He isn't bad exactly but he's certainly an amateur. Though...why is everything in cans??? ]

...How do you open this? [ He's mumbling to himself while hitting the lid of the can with the hilt of his sword, It's Fine. If anyone is so inclined to help him figure it out...it might be good. If not, he's certainly very prone to just stab the can open for food too. WHATEVER WORKS. ]

friday, community kitchen

[When the initial shock, surprise, and confusion (mostly) passed among this huge group of people, he figured that the best thing to do in order to raise everyone's spirits is to have a good meal! After realizing that the cafeteria offers nothing good for everyone to eat, however, Mitsutada thought to look around in the community kitchen instead. It looked promising from the outside but, upon closer inspection...]

Ah, everything's canned. [The disappointment in his voice is prominent as he shuffles through every nook and cranny of this kitchen.] How uncool! No one's going to be energized by this. [REGARDLESS, Mitsutada huffs in determination!

--Only for him to be uncooly startled by someone else entering the kitchen the too.]

Uwah!

O-oh! Hello. I'm sorry you had to see such an uncool sight. Did you come to get something to eat?

friday, apartment 8

[Tired after a long day, Mitsutada decides to head to his room--apartment 8, if he recalls correctly?--in hopes of getting some rest.

Oh, but wait! He has roommates! It's something he completely forgot about, but it's not like he minds either way. It wasn't uncommon for him to share sleeping spaces with others before so...

As soon as he enters and takes a good look around the (stylish) room, Mitsutada can't help but notice the stunning lack of... things. Beds, mostly.]

Hey, I don't have any problems giving up the bed if anyone else wants it. [It'd be uncool if he took it from anyone else.]

wildcard

[Let's partyyyyyy anytime, anywhere. B)]

friday, cafeteria. wake up.

[ This is decidedly John Egbert's fault. He opened the door, after all, and even if that wasn't what landed Rose in a cafeteria full of strangers it's probably still his fault in some other way. But with no sign of John, Dave or anyone else that she knows (she listens closely to the apartment listings) there's nothing to be done about that currently.

So, here's a blonde girl wearing a bright orange gown. She stays silent until "Judy" is done speaking, listening with a frown. Then she speaks, not to anyone in particular, ] Well, this is unusual. Wouldn't you agree?

[ Jury is still out on whether or not it's stupid, though. ]

friday, apartment #8.

[ Four people are meant to sleep in this tiny ass apartment are you joking. She pities anyone in an apartment of five. ]

This is ridiculous. Was the idea of building properly sized apartments simply not in the budget? Were they built to hold mice?

[ Listen she grew up in a mansion, even the meteor had more rooms? Even her dreamself's room on Derse's moon was proper sized. This is stupid. ]

Someone is going to have to sleep on the floor or outside. [ If you're one of the two unfortunate men in this apartment she's directing that at you. ]

saturday morning, promenade.

[ "Don't drink or swim in the water" okay yeah, whatever, excuse Rose while she slips off her shoes and puts her feet in the water, sitting on the edge of the fountain like an asshole.

When she sees someone approach, she'll look up. ]

Strange place, isn't it? I would compare it to a hotel or hostel, but it seems rather lacking in many respects.

wildcard.

[ listen i suck at prompts hit me with whatever, she'll be casually investigating everywhere. ]

friday, apartment 3

[ when he pushes the door open, his first thoughts have a lot to do with how small everything is. luckily for him, he’s the first one here; and because he’s already figured out that this will probably be the only time where he gets the entire tiny bed to himself, he jumps onto the bed —

— and just lies there, as still as a log. is he dead? maybe, maybe not... feel free to roll him off of the bed and claim your throne of sleeping dominance. ]

saturday morning, promenade/atrium

[ he can be found in the center of the promenade, glancing up — at the steel beams, in particular. but he’s staring at them intently, eyes narrowed, as if he’s checking them for something. either way, he’s pretty deep in his concentration, but he’ll eventually notice you. how long you’ve been standing there, though, he probably doesn’t know. (or does he?) but he smiles, before gesturing up towards the beams on the ceiling. ]

Those beams look pretty nice. Don’t you agree?

[ pretty nice to hang himself on, but getting up there in the first place... looks difficult. ]

saturday afternoon, recreation room

[ with a recreation room like this, he doubts that he’ll ever get bored. from pool, to ping pong, to those shooter games in the corner that remind him a lot of his handheld games... as for where he is, he’s currently dumped out an entire deck of cards on the table, sifting through them — checking that, you know, all 52 cards are actually there.

if you approach, he’ll ask you one thing: ]

Do you want to see a magic trick?

wildcard!

[ hit me with anything! ]

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CAFETERIA (AFTER WAKING UP)

[Well. This sure is an alarming and extremely overwhelming experience. The colors are too bright. The table beneath her fingers is too solid. She can almost feel the heat from the people sitting around her, and though it's not like she's never seen another human being before, it has definitely been a while since she's been physically around anyone but — ah. Her father.

There may or may not be a slight trembling in her hands as she begins to process the place she's found herself in. It's too much. Too abrupt a change. And she forces herself to focus on the matters at hand. She's free from her prison, but how? The voice coming from the intercom system sure isn't explaining a dang thing. If anything, it only adds to her confusion. The weight of the ankle monitor feels heavier than it actually is, and after giving it a single experimental tug, she leaves it as it. She'll deal with it later. Privately. This is okay. She's okay. This is fine.

Well, no. No, it is not. But she can adapt. Keep her calm. Work with this and find a solution, somehow. She needs to get back to the Vault Hunters. Get back to... not her imprisonment, but back to what she was doing. She was charging the Vault Key moments ago. Now she isn't. Her friends were also fighting the BNK3R the last thing she remembers. Now she doesn't know what they're doing; if they're alive or not. So once other people begin to stand up and it's clear the voice won't speak up again, she gingerly stands up, taking a couple of wobbly steps.

And then she falls flat on her ass.]

Dam— [Yeah. Shutting her mouth abruptly, almost instinctively, teeth audibly clicking together as she makes eye contact with the nearest person. Uh.] Er... Darn it, sorry.

[Turns out that doing that floaty for years makes it difficult to walk later in life. Oops.]

COMMISSARY (FRIDAY)

[Standing in the commissary, now with 100% less bruised bums, will be Angel. She seems to be examining the terminal, almost like she's looking at some sort of prehistoric artifact, before she slowly lifts her tattooed arm up and carefully touches the device with her fingertips. She waits. Waits some more. Waits nearly thirty seconds.

And then she's abruptly pulling her arm away from the machine, staring at the swirling patterns on her arm like she expected something to happen. Maybe you should approach and ask her what the heckie she was trying to do? Or don't. Either way, she's looking away as soon as she notices someone else in the area, quickly turning to look at them.

Nothing suspicious happening here. Nope, sir, no.]

APARTMENT #3 (FRIDAY)

[And later during the evening, anyone entering apartment #3 will find Angel exploring the small living space. She's a little less jumpy than she was when first waking up, but there's still that way she looks at the people around her like she's relishing simply being in the same space as them. Weird.

Regardless, she looks at her new roommate(?), and after a split second's pause—]

Hello. [Politely. Smiling. Also, slightly curious. What kind of person are you, stranger...?] It seems that we're roommates.

(friday / cafeteria wake-up call)

[ when Steve wakes up, he feels like hell - or, at least, like he has a bad hangover. He's spurred into consciousness by a dull ache in his abdomen that (mercifully) seems to disappear as soon as his eyes are open; unfortunately, the grogginess remains, and it's all he can do to blearily take in his surroundings while Judy's voice drones on. At least at first.

Then the gaudy stylings of the room trigger a recollection of where he was - that crazy asshole's mansion, right? - and he realizes he doesn't recognize this particular ominous intercom voice. Shit. All the adrenaline comes rushing back into his body, and he doesn't even stay seated until the end of her announcements, let alone keep quiet. He jumps up to his feet (a little shakily) while his hand flies to the gun holster at his side. Complex? Judy? Room assignments? ]

Yeah, no thanks. I'm tired of playing your crazy games! [ this is the part where he takes out his super cool golden Lugers and shoots the intercom like a badass... but he finds his fingers curling around nothing but air. Startled, he glances down. ] Huh? My guns...! They're gone?!

[ NOW IT'S ON. ]

( friday afternoon, apartment #3 )

[ once he's done having his little outburst, he gets down to exploring, and, eventually, makes his way to the room that he's supposed to be staying in. The idea makes his stomach turn a little - he thought he was finally out of prison, dammit! - but, when he gets there, he's at least pleasantly surprised by the level of luxury provided.

There's a niggling sense of urgency in the back of his mind, but he hasn't seen any zombies so far, nor any sign of Ashford... so, at least for the moment, he might be safe. He tries not to think about how there hasn't been any sign of Claire, either. ]

One bed, huh? No way. I'm not sharing with someone. [ he's tapping his foot, arms crossed over his chest as he talks to himself - at least until he notices someone else entering the room, whom he greets with an annoyed sigh. ] Don't tell me: you're my new roommate?

friday morning, various;

[Shock, confusion and bewildered wandering are all well and good, but it's how a foolish civilian acts when faced with a problem. Danse prefers to think of himself as being above all that, so instead he listens (angrily) to the useless explanation and then methodically tests every locked door in the place. He'll be wandering through every unlocked room eventually, and if you make the mistake of wandering too close or making dreaded eye-contact, you'll be immediately confronted.]

Civilian. State your name, origin and purpose here.

[Doesn't make any move to do the polite thing and introduce himself first. Guess it's on you, pal.]

friday afternoon, apartment #1;

[ Danse is no stranger to cramped sleeping conditions - actually he doesn't really understand what all the complaining is about. Have you seen how ridiculously clean that bed is, you big bunch of whiny babies.]

Obviously the fairest solution is to sleep in shifts for equal lengths of time - if you do not trust me to be an impartial judge of who receives the beds, we will draw straws for who is on first shift. "Dibs" will not be recognized within this zone. As we are in unfamiliar territory, it will be safer to have someone on watch at all times as well.

[He seems incredibly serious about enforcing the "no dibs" rule. Are you really going to argue with it.]

saturday, rec room;

[You'd think by pure virtue of hanging out in the rec room he might have relaxed an iota, but no. He seems to be as wound up tight as he was yesterday. (Maybe a bad night's sleep, or the wrong can from the kitchen.) For what it's worth he is expressing what could be called the slightest interest in the working pinball machine.]

It's rare you see examples of working technology like this. To have gathered so many together, whatever organization has us trapped here must have vast resources.

[It's a pinball machine, dude.]

wildcard;

[Anything else your heart desires.]

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FRIDAY (MORNING) → CAFETERIA, WAKING UP.

[ Bigby's had some rough wake-up calls before. hangovers were never really a thing he had to deal with, but coming to after being blasted by shotguns or going full-on werewolf certainly has its. uh. drawbacks, to say the least. none of that comes close to what he is currently feeling now, however. the vibrant colors and lighting is a stark contrast to that of Fabletown, immediately bringing a pained expression on the Sheriff's face as he fights the urge to continue lying down and instead stands on his own two feet.

by the time he is up, both thumb and forefinger is pinching at the bridge of his nose as he tries unsuccessfully to shake off the constant pounding against his temples. he feels like he had just been tossed around the room by Beast, the Jersey Devil and Grendel for hours on end. what makes matters worse is that he was having an awfully hard time piecing together what he was doing prior to getting here. something about the investigation involving the murder of Faith. he fights to fill in the blanks before Judy's voice starts ringing in his ears, causing him to grimace once her words eventually settled within him. ]

―Will you just shut the fuck up already? Some people don't do well with this shit right after coming to.

[ of course the lady can't hear him ― or at the very least, promptly ignores him. he immediately scoffs and disregards the rest in return, knowing it won't make sense to him in his current state anyway. Bigby instead begins to pat at his pants and pockets, trying to feel out for his cigarettes. a natural crutch to lean against right now. when he finds that they are unfortunately empty, a deep growl settles in his throat and he begins to look around the room more thoroughly. ]

Anybody see a pack of smokes? They're Huff 'n Puffs. I swear, if someone robbed me while I was asleep―

[ someone please point out that they're hiding in plain sight underneath the table he was standing next to, practically pressing against the back of his ankle. ]

FRIDAY (AFTERNOON/EVENING) → APARTMENT #7

[ sooner or later, Bigby learns of the fact that he's forced to reside with several other people, just as they are unfortunately forced to reside with him. he's permanently pissed off and grumpy at this point regarding many things, and when he gets his first look at how damned compact these rooms are, he's nearly ready to punch at the walls in hopes of seeing if he can open his apparent residence up a bit. it takes all of his patience to compose himself, and with a snort of air blowing past his nose, he walks further in to get a better look. ]

Well. Can't say I've lived in better... just not with as many people.

[ it's a good thing he doesn't like sleep all too much. one glance at the bed and the fact there's no more means there's going to be some inevitable arguments. arguments that he isn't looking to get too involved in. ]

You guys can wrestle over that if you want. Just give me the couch. Preferably just me, thanks.

[ what, more than one person was supposed to share the couch? he didn't get the memo. maybe he will get in an argument after all. ]

FRIDAY (AFTER MIDNIGHT) → REC ROOM.

[ against every sliver of common sense dictating that Bigby shouldn't be doing anything even remotely entertaining, he's going to try to do so anyway. the entirety of the day hardly yielded any results that helped make any sense of things, and it seemed like the facility's superiors had plans on telling them more as time went on. there wasn't much that he could do other than sleep and wait for Saturday to come along, and he sure as hell wasn't expecting much sleep tonight of all nights. he instead abuses the fact that their "enforced curfew" wasn't exactly being enforced right now, venturing out to explore some of the other areas before finding the rec room.

the pool table sufficed as a proper enough distraction. if anyone dared to share the same ideas as Bigby and found themselves in the same room, they'll find him bent over the table and lining up a shot with the cue ball. on the floor next to him was not one, but two pool sticks that had been broken in half out of anger and tossed to the side. he's really trying, okay. hopefully whoever sees him isn't afraid of being snapped as well, because he looks like he is in the need of someone to play against. ]

SATURDAY (AROUND NOON) → COMMUNITY SHOWERS.

[ noon seemed like the best time to try and fit a shower in. for one reason or another, Bigby felt like he hadn't properly bathed in what felt like days. this is probably because he didn't have many opportunities to do so when he was running around all of Fabletown in pursuit of a killer. it feels odd to consider this his first opportunity to actually do so, but... hey, getting clean was one of the best things about the daily human ritual he had grown to like a lot.

one of the worst things, considering the circumstances, is that it also gives a person a lot of time to think. with the hot water blanketing his bare, muscular form, Bigby fights to sort out what he can and cannot remember. it only furthers his confusion, causing him to doubt what he believed to be correct and assume things that were wrong. this does not make him a happy camper. with his back facing the steady stream, anger once again begins to resurface and he finds his nails biting into the skin of his palm hard enough to break skin. his fists ball up and he suddenly pounds into the door that shields him from the rest of the bathroom, again and again until knuckles bruise and bloody with dents beginning to grow evident with each swing.

the coup de grâce is when he raises his foot to kick at the hinges, effectively knocking one off and sending the door swinging out. it barely hangs on the sole survivor, but the damage is done. if anyone is ~~fortunate~~ unlucky enough to be walking in front of the stall or nearby, they will undoubtedly be startled by the loud noises and the fact that there is a large, naked man now stomping his way out to lean over a sink, panting and trying to control himself as water drips from his body. it doesn't take long before he notices someone had stopped for one reason or another. ]

You're not seriously thinking of lecturing me for damaging property, are you?

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friday - waking up

[Immediately upon waking, Franziska is groggy, but she pulls herself quickly to alertness. Her hand goes to something at her waist, but, finding nothing there, clenches into a fist instead, which she slams into the table with enough force to rattle the sound through the room. She's glaring at the intercom.]

Enough! I'll hear no more of this foolish excuse for a welcome for any fools foolish enough to actually believe your babbling! You will tell us where we are and your demands at once!

[When there's no response or change from the intercom, her fists tremble with rage.]

Do you have any idea who you're dealing with, you - you - farcical fool of a featherbrained felon!

friday - apartment 3

[Uh-oh. When Franziska stormed in, she probably didn't seem like too much of a problem - seething with rage or not, she's still a petite teenage girl in puffy sleeves and a pussy bow. But after she winds her item, a whip, in the room, her demeaning changes entirely. With the whip in her hand, she's smiling, but it isn't a nice smile - there's definitely something smug and defiant about it. She's twisting the whip in her hand as though she means to use it.]

Well! Shall we discuss sleeping arrangements?

friday evening - anywhere

[Franziska is currently making the rounds, exploring whatever rooms she can. It's hard to miss her - she enters a room with a lot of confidence, if confidence is the way to describe someone cracking a whip with complete disregard for anyone in the way as a means to announce her arrival. She won't hit you, but you might find it wise to move out of her way just in case.]

friday - waking up!

[ Waking up in a strange place immediately kicks in those reflexes that it's time to wake up, and figure out what the hell is going on! Though, Kei attempting to spring up isn't the most graceful one, if anything, he does it pretty clumsily due to the weight of the anklet.

Also, uhh, hearing a voice coming out of no where is kind of creepy!? what is this... He can't help but look at everyone to see if there's actually a person talking... But no. That is definitely a voice, coming from no where.

But once everything settles in, Kei is definitely not a happy camper! He looks as angry as usual, and grumbling to himself about how stupid this is. ]

Doesn't this sound suspicious? The hell is this place anyway... [ Ugh this is the worst... ]

I didn't even choose to come here - hey, did you?

[ he sounds more demanding than curious. he's trying to find some Answers(tm). ]

Friday - apartment 6

[ Anyway, perhaps he bothers to visit this apartment after trying to find a way out of here... You know, just to investigate and stuff! He's slept with like 5 other guys in a room before so 4 others can't be so bad. Right? Right!!! Totally!

Well, until this place looks kind of ... Tiny. ]

How are we all going to fit in here...

part... 2

[ You might even see Kei in the kitchenette pressing microwave buttons and turning on faucets because look... He's never touched anything like this before. Also, there's no way he was going to ask people what this stuff is because, well... He likes to do things ON HIS OWN because he's stupid.

Though, it's pretty blatant he's pretty surprised by what all this stuff does. ]

Saturday morning - Atrium

[ This was the only place that seemed quiet and spacious enough for Kei's comfort honestly. Though, there's something that's been bothering ever since he came here... He's missing one (1) sword, to complete his set of two (2) swords. You can't really call yourself a dual wield swordsman when you have one sword, you know.

That's a problem.

He's in the atrium, hopefully while everyone is busy with breakfast, but hey... Who knows. Maybe someone else likes to go to the Atrium early in the morning as well. Life is full of mystery and surprises. But basically, Kei is being his antisocial self trying to practice with his one sword.

You might hear him if you enter the vicinity. After a few swings he stops, though. ]

This is going to take some getting use to... Where did even the other one go?

[ casually thinking out loud to himself. Totally normal, right. ]

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