Welcome, Participants

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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

[thisass]

Oh, lovely. Kidnapped. Best way to start the day.

[ She stretches, looking around Dorm A2 casually. ]

You'll have Nadine after you for this, you know! ... With any luck, at least.

[ She then grabs her phone and heads out into the common room, flipping through the profiles. She looks... incredibly calm and collected, considering the circumstances. ]

Alright, let's see what other poor saps are stuck here... or me. A.P.U.H.A.? Ought to put that on a business card.

[mightdoriya]

[Where he was before this matters more than most things, actually. When Izuku stirs awake, it's not with a slowly building, mild confusion, but a panic that grips his heart so fully yet doesn't manage to break through to the surface. People who know him will recognize the expression he gets when he's realized something isn't right but is trying desperately not to lose his shit at the same time. For a long moment he just lays there, sorting through his memories and trying to remember the last thing that he was doing... And from there, he has to act.] Dorm A1) [Izuku is clearly young to those in his immediate surroundings, but a lot more built than someone his age has any right to be. His wild mop of dark green hair is hard to miss as he throws his legs over the edge of his bed and quickly rummages in his pockets, noting his different clothing and the new phone there. He pulls up the profiles, but sticks on the rules...and anyone near him might notice him mumbling over them. Mumbling, mumbling, as if talking to himself but also trying to work through what's going on, what kind of villain could have kidnapped him and why-- Of course he'll respond to anyone talking to him he's just. Having a moment over here.] Hallway/Common Room [After Izuku has had a moment to become fully worried about these strange circumstances he's somehow gotten himself into, as well as no doubt speaking to his dorm-mates (none of which he recognizes, at least not yet), he hurries out into the Hallway first...a little too quickly, you might want to watch out just in case Izuku explodes from his room and accidentally runs into you. But not long after that his destination is the Common Room, of which his first task is to see if he recognizes anyone here. Namely, his classmates...could it be that the League of Villains got to them again? No, that...doesn't seem right, somehow. Why would they have brought all these other, unfamiliar people here? For their Quirks? It's something he's going to have to figure out. And the best way to figure that out, Izuku has found, is by talking to people.] Hey...are you doing alright? You're not hurt or anything, are you?

[gangplankgalleon]

WHERE IS MY THRONE?! MY SCINTILLATING SHIP?! MY BEAUTIFUL BLAST-O-MATIC?!

[K. Rool is not one to take this humiliation lying down, and waking up in a bed that is certainly far too small for him is only a small notch in an endless string of minor things that will annoy him today. There are very very few things he can do in this situation, aside from...hm. What could he do?

...So what he decides on doing is throwing a tantrum. Literal steam is billowing from his nostrils as he stomps about the whole area, threatening and yelling at all in his path.]

I WILL NOT STAND FOR THIS HUMILIATION - I DEMAND ANSWERS!

[hyaku]

dorm b2.

[Shigeo had just saved his brother from being kidnapped by an evil organization, and now he woke up.. in an extremely unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar people in the same room as him. In his school uniform of all things.

Of course panic immediately seeps in, and his first thought is that he must have been attacked in his sleep -- but this early? Would they really have stroke just a couple hours after one of their branches was destroyed? They're not nice people so.. maybe. Just maybe.

Shigeo's never been much of a talker, but in this situation it helps to get information where you can. So he waits for everyone else to wake up, before speaking up in a soft, shy voice.]

Good morning. Um.. my name is Kageyama Shigeo. I don't think I've been here before.. have any of you?

common area

[Well, he was told to be here in an hour, so he shows up about thirty or so minutes early just to be safe. He's sitting in a beanbag chair with his phone out in his hands, reading the profiles to kill time. He read the rules, and the term.. "terminated" has been stuck on his mind, but he doesn't quite understand it. Terminated? That's a scary term.. but maybe it means to beat people in a game. It mentioned team activities, so he's immediately thinking of relay races or ball games. Surely it's something like that.

Eventually, he reaches his hand out towards a chair, holding it for a few minutes before letting it drop with a sigh. He's had his psychic powers blocked before.. but he also had his brother help him figure out how to escape. Without his brother, he was useless. He's not good at strategies or any of that stuff.. so he feels extremely useless right now. Can't even rely on his powers to break out by brute force.. great. It's definitely not worrying in the slightest bit.

He sinks into his beanbag chair, so much that he's barely just limbs and a face sticking out of it, tapping away at the phone.]

[ratecommentsub]

Around and about
[... Yeah ok this is new. After the initial shock, Emma can't help but feel ticked off about this situation. Has she been kidnapped? Because if so it would be wonderful if she at least had an idea of how she got here.

And also being forced to wake up at 7:30 AM fucking sucks. Who even does that these days.

But if she was kidnapped, at least she wasn't well restrained... or... at all... so she decides to set out around the Facility to get her bearings.]

Ok if we got kidnapped by a supernatural force I am really upset you decided to take away my camera.

??? Room
[After wandering around a bit, Emma finally stumbles upon this mysterious junk room.

And she just falls in love with it.

She rushes into the room to get a good look at the mannequins, then grabs one and shows it to the nearest passerby.]

Oh my god look at this! Whoever owns this place is being such a try hard with the scare factor of this building.

[She's going to live in this room now.]

[ryukendense]

[Fast asleep in dorm b2, Yaiba does not want to wake up. It's his day off, which, really, aren't in any small supply, but anyway. He has a routine, and it is not the way of the Ryukomuso Kamui to be awake on a leisure day before 8:30 at the very earliest.

Then, after lazily rolling his face into the pillow, it clicks.

He bolts straight upwards, and reaches to his back for...nothing. His Ryukenden- his beloved blade - isn't there. In a panic, he gets to his feet on the bed, staring down everyone in the room with him, holding the phone in his pocket out like some sort of weapon, tail thoroughly bristled.]

You! Explain this- this Legend of Kidnapping!

[Give him a moment to calm down.

Once he has, and once he still has an hour, Yaiba wanders towards the dining area by sheer instinct. He's just kind of going by the cereal bins, bowl in one hand, other pressing against his glasses in deep thought. He seems to be muttering to himself, troubled, staring down the breakfast options. It's hard to tell how long he's been here already, or how long he plans to be.]

[biolence]

[Rosa Diaz wakes up in Dorm A2, immediately senses that everything is wrong and she is not in her own bed and that it is indeed Ass Kicking Time, and leaps to her feet, already reaching for her gun, her knife—]

Which one of you took my knife? Where's my gun?

[She's wild-eyed and fearsome and clearly not in the mood to be fucked with.

Eventually she finds her way out into the central common area, fists balled at her sides since that's the only weapon she's got right now, and marches up to the nearest person, reaching for their throat in hopes of pinning whoever it is against the nearest wall.]

You. Answers. Now.

[maxout]

[Yeah, this sure isn't where he was last. Considering where that had been, he isn't exactly gonna complain about not being there, but that doesn't mean he has to like this place either.

Electro is off the bed the second he's conscious enough and looks up, listening to the PA system. So to anyone in Dorm A2, here's uh... here's this guy in a weird suit? He just about looks like a walking generator with those wires, what's his deal.]

Patient? You kidnap me, drag me off to who knows where and you're expecting patience?!

[The electricity running through the wires of his suit flashes for a bit, but that's about all that happens. Yelling at the ceiling probably isn't doing much, but listen? He's mad and people are damn well gonna know about it.

Later, in the hallway, Electro is looking through the profiles. He's skimming most people's, but when he gets to his own he freezes up. And about .2 seconds later, his electronic ID is flying through the air. Heading for, uh.

You.

Heads up.

At... At least by the time he's sitting in the common room, Electro seems calmer? Well, he still seems mad... maybe? You can only really see his eyes with the suit and only just barely, so it's legitimately hard to tell. But in any case, he's not at the stage of yelling or throwing things anymore.

Quietly seething is more where we're at now. Approach at your own risk.]

[boophithere]

[When Janet opens her eyes her first thoughts are predictable ones: where am I? quickly followed by I don't sleep, why am I in a bed?. So she sits up- straight up, arms still at her sides- and gives dorm B2 a quick onceover. Five beds, basic human furnishings, alright alright. No clear signs of restraints in the room, either human or Bad Place. But! No time for this, she has things to do, humans to track and a Michael to cover for. All she has to do is boop back to the Judge's chambers and-

Nothing.]

...Uh oh.

[After a brief and silent panic over her lack of powers, Janet has grabbed her phone and made her way through the common room and up to the ???? room.Those...those sure are an uncomfortable amount of mannequins. This is definitely something out of someone's personal Bad Place.]

[aragona]

[So is this one of Grace's awful experiments? Kidnapped by Hunters? Nathaniel's and Gareth's newest expedition? She's here not of her own volition, which is what matters most, and to make it worse, she's surrounded by mortals.

And an alligator. And some other supernatural creatures that she doesn't know she can trust.

Screw. Everything.

Sonia hates this. For some reason she's awake during daylight hours, so someone must have done something horrible to her body.

Just outside her dorm, Sonia Aragona punches the wall hard enough to be felt down the hallway.]

[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?

[scratchitti]

[Those in dorm B1 might get a rude awakening if they weren't already, as Neku sits up in his bed gasping and yelling, clutching at his chest like he's been attacked in some way. Anyone coming too close might even get swung at in his sudden panic.

But once he calms down he can be found in the Common Room looking through his new phone. It's way fancier than anything he was used to back in 2008, but it's not so different that he's stumped.]

People under likes and dislikes... Funny.

1/2

[mockmods]

[As the one hour mark approaches, there’s a short series of synthetic chimes over the speaker system, and another voice crackles out - chipper and feminine, much less synthetic than the earlier wake-up message.]

Everyone, please gather in the Common Room outside your dorms! The Assistant- um, that’s me, if that wasn’t clear- will be with you all to answer questions shortly! Thank yo-ou!

before assistant intro

[windowsexplorer]

[Meredith wakes up in A1 a little surprised by... everything, really, but surprisingly not upset about any of it. You'd think being kidnapped was her birthday present or something. She looks over the phone thing, fascinated, taking in the rules and the profiles but actually skipping the map for now. She'd rather explore on her own!

And explore she does, for a while, until she gets waylaid in the computer lab. She's never seen computers quite like these before, and she wants to see what games they can play... and The Oregon Trail proves to be the "time-consuming" kind. So that's where she is until their hour is up, because what is time management?]

[deathroadtocanada]

[Androids don't technically sleep, nor do they typically sleep on beds. Only once before had Kara felt herself waking up on something as soft as a bed. That time it was in a hotel, and this time it's immediately obvious that it isn't that.

In some way, she hopes it is, especially as she sits up.]

...Alice? Luther?

[In Dorm A1 a women is just getting up. It isn't immediately obvious by her body language, but one she approaches someone in a conspiratorial whisper, it's obvious just how anxious she's becoming.]

Is this... Recycling? I didn't think they could catch us across the border.

[eudaimonikos]

What the hell...?

[Michael, waking in Dorm A1, stands quickly and gives his bed a suspicious look. Since when does he sleep? That's for humans to waste half their lives on. Sure, it's a little boring sitting around waiting for them all to wake up again, but he's still got better things to spend his nights on. Lots of Internet. All-night fast food restaurants. Making the journalism department seem haunted.

Not that he's...in their journalism classroom anymore.

Okay. First things first.]

Janet? [Looking around the room: no Janet. Looking through this weird phone: one Janet!] Janet!

[He's quick to leave the dorm and go out into the halls, looking around. He doesn't seem particularly panicked yet - if he's here with a bunch of humans, then things aren't as bad as they could be - but he's certainly very focused. Exploring the place can wait until he's sure Janet's alright.

After locating Janet, Michael calms down entirely, and settles down in the common room for a little while. The profiles already kinda screwed him, so there's no point in making up a fake name or persona here. It's a shame, really, he had so many ideas! No, all he can do now is maybe soften the demon thing a little. Watching people freak out about it sounds a little funny, but not great in the longer term. He'll approach people who aren't already actively freaking out over the kidnapping thing, offering them a smile and a courteous handshake.]

Hi. I'm Michael.

[boxtrot]

[So. Waking up in new locations isn't exactly novel for Spy. Usually the Administrator would give them a little warning before forcing them to change locations, but it's not impossible.

What is concerning is the fact that none of his fellow mercenaries are anywhere to be found. There's no distant sound of explosions, no bloodstained doctor showing off his newest abomination against God and humanity, no irritating Bostonian threatening to bash his head in against the refrigerator.

It's peaceful.

Spy hates it.

Something is wrong here. He'd chalk it up to Merasmus, maybe, but why would the wizard target him alone? And Halloween was last month, anyway. Merasmus should be busy licking his wounds and hiding from whatever mafioso he borrowed money from this time.

For the first few minutes after waking up, he'll go through the profiles, grimacing once he reaches his own.]

At least they had the sense to keep some things classified. Or perhaps they just could not figure it out.

[He's hoping for the latter.

Once he's done with that, he's searching the hell out of his dorm- B1- for any sort of clue or hint as to what's going on here. Spy's checking under the beds, in the nightstands, the trunks- not just for his side of the room, but everyone. Feel free to tell him to fuck off from your stuff if you need to.

With that out of the way, Spy's making his way to the security room. This door may be locked, but that's never stopped him from before. He'll be hanging around here for a while, trying to figure out how the locks work and force his way through them. Spoilers: It won't work.]

[downthepit]

[Patches doesn't spend any time worrying about why he's here or who brought him. Obviously he's important if they did, and that makes him feel good. To know that somebody wants him this badly! In fact, he'll go up to the first person he sees in the common room and say:]

It was only a matter of time before somebody recognized me for the prodigy I am! Don't you think this is exciting?

[Alternatively, you can find Patches a little while later after the the assistant. He's just hanging around the computer room or the supply closet. Either way, he'll still say the same thing to you:]

Despite what this little device says about me, I mean no harm to you! I'm as friendly and trustworthy as they come! I promise.

[doppelanger]

[ In A1, Helena's eyes snap open, and she takes a gasping breath as if she just got her head above water instead of waking up in a relatively comfortable bed, but after that she goes silent. Anyone else waking up will see her wild head of hair before anything else as she sits, hunched over, and runs a hand across the covers. Before she gets out of bed, she also scoots over to the side and kind of just... bounces for a second. Like she's testing the springs.

Once she's up, she wastes no time in quietly going through her personal area in the room, peering under the bed, unplugging the lamp from the wall, and flipping through the notebook. The pens go straight into the pocket of the nice leather jacket she's wearing. When she looks in the trunk, however, her back goes stiff for a second before she moves on.

She goes to the dining hall before anything else, checks out the kitchen and looks around for a source for the mysterious food, though once she decides it's safe to eat (she definitely sniffs it first) she eats like she's never seen food before. Some of the food combinations are a little unorthodox, but sugar is a running theme. She leaves with a pastry in her hand and probably anything small -- sugar packets, maybe a coffee creamer or two -- in her pockets, but if anyone goes to the kitchen, they'll see her coincidentally standing very close to the knife block. When she leaves, there's a steak knife missing.

Though she does a general once-over of the place, she gravitates back to the common room fairly early on and settles in one of the chairs, hunched over, eating her danish and pouring sugar packets directly into her mouth, and pulling the collar of her leather jacket close to inhale the smell of it. If anyone seems to be weirded out by any of this, she looks up casually, and in an accented voice says: ]

Checkers?