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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 ]
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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Looks like things have been left here a while. How long have we been napping?
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Can't have been too long. Place we just came from looks like someone's used it lately, at least.
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Wish they'd left a note, though.
Wonder what's in all these other buildings...
[it is really quiet :/]
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There's something a little sharper around here than frying pans, I hope.
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[Heading on over to a building to size it up.]
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[she follows but stays a little further back, checking the upper floors and the roof for alternate routes. the windows on the face are a good 20 feet up, looks like, the glass darkened]
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[Not confident. Not completely. But he's figured out his left arm is a lot stronger than the other one, and that he can't feel it the way he does the right.]
[So he taps with the metal knuckles against the brick, twice, as though to confirm something... and then, yeah. He's trying to break right on through.]
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did someone clear this place out? ]
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...Did you just punch through a brick wall?
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[PRETTY PLEASED WITH HIMSELF.]
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[...sure is empty in here]
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They really cleaned the place out.
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[Looking around for a way up... there were windows up there, there must be a second story.]
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