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Conciousness is slow to come at first.
There's only the barest awareness that something is wrong. The realization that you're cold. That your bed is awfully hard. Around this point is when the first set of neurons in your brain really start to fire up, and add two and two together to come up with holy shit this isn't your bedroom.
The wall are made up of white marble, as is the floor. Brass inlays form strange patterns of lines and circles, like gigantic circuit boards. Transparent runes float across the wall, like foreign letters on a news ticker.
There's a moan. It isn't yours.
All around you, people are struggling to their feet. There must be at least a few hunded of you in here. Some people are starting to scream. Some are shouting in panic. Other stare at the walls, their minds not believing what is being shown to them.
What is this place? Who are all these people? Why are you here? For that matter, where is 'here'?
You don't know.
Alexia Ross
I ain't one to to wonder at the how's and why's of life. Not really.
There's just been what I want, and obstacles in between. I need to get through school, without causing a fuss? Fine. I just went through the usual routine of sit down, shut up, and pay attention. It's not like the classes were all that hard anyway, for all that some people would bitch about them.
Of course, that was only one of the simpler messes I'd found myself in. There's been plenty of stuff that I've had to really think about in order to get through. But, the answer is usually really simple.
Want food? Work.
Want safety? Let people know that you're more trouble to fuck with than you are to just leave alone. And that can usually be accomplished with a few fist to face to curb meetings.
But this place... whatever it is, ain't like anything else I've laid eyes on before. Holographic shit, fancy letters, and crowds of people aren't really anything I've had a lot of experience dealing with.
But I'm hungry now. And there's a door over there. There's no food in this room, so I'll go look in another for something to eat. Getting away from this bunch is just a side benefit, really.
Actions
Look for a source of food.
Conciousness is slow to come at first.
There's only the barest awareness that something is wrong. The realization that you're cold. That your bed is awfully hard. Around this point is when the first set of neurons in your brain really start to fire up, and add two and two together to come up with holy shit this isn't your bedroom.
The wall are made up of white marble, as is the floor. Brass inlays form strange patterns of lines and circles, like gigantic circuit boards. Transparent runes float across the wall, like foreign letters on a news ticker.
There's a moan. It isn't yours.
All around you, people are struggling to their feet. There must be at least a few hunded of you in here. Some people are starting to scream. Some are shouting in panic. Other stare at the walls, their minds not believing what is being shown to them.
What is this place? Who are all these people? Why are you here? For that matter, where is 'here'?
You don't know.
Alexia Ross
I ain't one to to wonder at the how's and why's of life. Not really.
There's just been what I want, and obstacles in between. I need to get through school, without causing a fuss? Fine. I just went through the usual routine of sit down, shut up, and pay attention. It's not like the classes were all that hard anyway, for all that some people would bitch about them.
Of course, that was only one of the simpler messes I'd found myself in. There's been plenty of stuff that I've had to really think about in order to get through. But, the answer is usually really simple.
Want food? Work.
Want safety? Let people know that you're more trouble to fuck with than you are to just leave alone. And that can usually be accomplished with a few fist to face to curb meetings.
But this place... whatever it is, ain't like anything else I've laid eyes on before. Holographic shit, fancy letters, and crowds of people aren't really anything I've had a lot of experience dealing with.
But I'm hungry now. And there's a door over there. There's no food in this room, so I'll go look in another for something to eat. Getting away from this bunch is just a side benefit, really.
Actions
Look for a source of food.