Welcome, Participants

[mockmods]

Good morning, Participants. The time is now 7:30 AM.

[Where were you before this? Doesn’t matter, you’re here now, in an unfamiliar bed, surrounded by unfamiliar people, with a slightly-too-cheerful automated voiced chiming over a PA system to wake you up. Your pockets are empty, save for an unfamiliar smartphone type of device that comes alive under your touch, displaying, among other things, a map, a series of profiles, and a list of rules.]

It is understood that you may have questions; please be patient, and gather back in the Common Room in one hour. The Assistant will be present at this time to answer your questions. In the meantime, please feel free to explore the Facility at your leisure.

[The doors to the dorm areas are freely open from the inside, though you’ll find that it takes your electronic id to regain entry once you’ve left. Otherwise, it’s as the voice says, and you’ve got an hour to explore your new surroundings and get to know your fellow kidnappees.]

[Welcome to the Facility.]

Comments

[finalvictory]

[ At the sound of the P.A. announcement, Mamimi blearily pulls the covers over her head and starts to doze again. The sound of whatever the voice has to say over the loudspeaker fall flat on her ears as she curls up under the warm blanket; after a few years of falling asleep on top of her high school desk, she's learned well to tune that sort of thing out and doze back off again. To be up this early by choice is practically sinful...

...But there's a lot of commotion going on in the room where she's sleeping. People around her scrambling, looking for things of theirs, moving around in huffs and puffs. There's no way a girl could hope to get any rest like this, and so, with great reluctance, she makes her way out of bed. Her bright red hair is a mop of bedhead, with locks of it poking out to and fro. Her dark blue school uniform has a strong musk attached to it, the unmistakable odor of cigarette smoke. Falling asleep in her clothes isn't anything new. She immediately checks around for her phone, hoping to see a message, the message--

Her phone's gone. Her camera, too. That's kind of the way it goes when you wake up in an unfamiliar room, but it seems like she's only just catching on to that. ]

Ah.

[ This is...pretty new. Where did she fall asleep this time?

She splashes some water on her face, fixes her hair, and immediately looks for the dining hall. She's not one to deny free food, after all, and she pulls food on her plate like she's going to the chair. The warm breakfast food piles up on her dish like a mountain, and she's even got quite the eclectic bowl of cereal next to her on the dining room table, too; colorful and plain-looking cereals alike occupy the same space, making for quite the peculiar meal. She seemingly has no qualms over the possibility of it being poisoned, or otherwise tainted; it's food, and it's warm, and it's good, and it's there, so why look a gift horse in the mouth?

Seemingly unconcerned with anyone who sees her voraciously devouring her food, if anyone looks at her, all she'll have to say is-- ]

Want a bite?

dining hall

[doppelanger]

Oh, no, thank you. There is plenty for all.

[ Helena isn't eating yet, but she is assembling a bizarre mishmash of breakfast food on her plate, which she looks back at for a second contemplatively. ]

Do you like the cereals?

[finalvictory]

The crispy ones are good, the ones that go pori pori in the bowl. I don't really like the ones that get soggy very much, because I don't like mushy things. The sugary ones are really sweet, but they make the milk all sweet, too...

[ She tries to balance her spoon on her upper lip...needless to say, that doesn't go well, and the spoon plops into the milk-- ]

We don't have a lot of these in Mabase, though. I'm experimenting.

[doppelanger]

Sweet milk is problem?

[ Her expression makes it clear that if this is the case, she can't relate. The duck lips she briefly scrunches her mouth into also make it clear that she's considering emulating Mamimi's spoon experiment! It turns into a more thoughtful pout as she heads for whichever cereal bin has the closest equivalent to fruity pebbles. ]

Poison for rats is sweet too. But we are in the maze already. So, no need.

[finalvictory]

Not a problem, just a surprise! Most of the cereal we have home is all bland. It's not chocolatey, or fruity, or frosty...just flakey! They get all floppy and wet...no flavor, either. Yuck!

[ The poison analogy is lost on her, but... ]

Mamimi'd rather be a cat than a rat!

dining hall

[maxout]

[He was only really looking at the girl briefly and, when asked that question, looks the other way again. Doesn't seem like he's eating anything.]

...No.

[Geez Electro, be nice.]

[finalvictory]

You don't want even a little bit?

[ She leans over the table with a spoonful of very eclectic cereal; there must be at least five or six different types on that spoon alone-- ]

Come on, say aaah...

[maxout]

No.

[Boy, even more forceful this time. And he even leans back.]

I can't eat it, anyw-- how many different kinds of cereal are even in that?!

[finalvictory]

I just put in all of them. I wanted to see what they would all taste like.

[ With an air about her that just reeks of the word duh-- ]

What, are you allergic? Lacto-something?

[maxout]

That is so much sugar in one bowl.

[God. He misses sugar.]

No, I-- Look, first off, I'm not eating anything with this on! [He taps his helmet, which, nope, does not have an opening for his mouth.] Second of all, I just... don't eat, alright?

[finalvictory]

What, you mean at all? That's a little sad. Eating is good.

[ She doesn't have much more to say about it than that, but-- ]

Does that come off? Doesn't it get a little stuffy in there?

[maxout]

Yeah, I know. I remember that much.

[Eating was very good and it sucks he can't do it anymore. So why's he in the dining hall? Because fuck being happy am I right.]

It doesn't come off unless you enjoy being electrocuted.