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[raqiamods]

Who: Everyone
When: Day 1, Morning
Where: The Dorms
What: It begins.

[ it's morning, and though there's no shrill of an alarm or sunlight streaming in through windows, you've all just woken up. probably. That would account for why you seem to be in bed, and why you don't remember doing anything before this. It must have been a nice restful sleep.

in this room you don't recognize.

. . . actually, maybe the reason you don't remember doing anything isn't related to having just woken up at all. if you search your mind, you'll find your recollection totally blank.

Maybe you should get up and find out what's going on ]

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[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[Turns to look — and offers a little shrug.]

Whoever I am.

[dishonestliving]

[hel-lo, now checking out of a slightly different nature, accordingly with a little more interest]

I'd certainly like to get to know that...

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

[In navy and blue, just the sleeveless shirt, the pants, and one of the sashes. Without the overcoat, it's pretty obvious his left arm is segmented steel, all the way to the shoulder. There's a deep red star surrounded by black on the metal of the upper arm, facing out, and scar tissue at the left shoulder where it connects. Also, he's in awesome shape.]

You and me both, lady. Hell, I'd settle for a name.

[dishonestliving]

[she has indeed noticed that]

Surely it's something simple, all-American, something with strong, broad appeal.

...Clark? Henry? Bing? Rhett? Too literal?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

What, you're making one up, now?

[dishonestliving]

Somebody ought to. Can't quite go around calling you 'star arm guy,' now can I.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Star arm —?

[He breaks off to look down at it, craning his neck to get a better look; it's at an angle that he missed before.]

Well, what do you know?

[dishonestliving]

A mirror is a wonderful thing.

But look at it this way, it could've been worse. There's some poor fellow out here that looks like he's vying to be the next elephant man.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

He was on the floor where I woke up. Poor guy looks like he's had it rough.

Says it doesn't hurt, though, so that's something.

[dishonestliving]

Indeed something... Hopefully not something the rest of us will have to go through in the near future...

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

You think it's catching?

[dishonestliving]

Who knows? Like I said, he could just be unlucky. I just wouldn't go rubbing up on him is all I'm saying.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Good thing that wasn't in the plan.

[dishonestliving]

You never know who's going to be in the mood to cuddle.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Don't think he's my type.

[dishonestliving]

You're dressed alike. You've got at least one thing in common.

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Got this, too, same as him.

[Holds up his right hand to display the tattoo on the back.]

Someone played dress up while we were out.

[dishonestliving]

--Huh?

[she checks her own hands what]

[dishonestliving]

...Well. That's...something. Maybe we all went on a crazy bender...some sort of bonds of fraternity-type thing...?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Partied so hard we don't remember a thing?

Hope that's all it ends up being.

[dishonestliving]

What's to worry about? We're all here, most of us in one piece. ...Shall we investigate?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Sure, why not?

We're not gonna get answers standing around here all day.

[dishonestliving]

Sadly!

[she hooks her elbow through his, looking to the room exits]

Where to? Shall we see if a carriage awaits us at the gate?

[blankasfreshlyfallen]

Well, we came in that way.

[Hooks the thumb of his free hand back toward the elevators.]

Guess there's only one direction left.

[dishonestliving]

[she walks them out towards the main door then]

Perhaps we'll find ourselves in a world of magic, wonder, and people who know what the heck we're doing here.