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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 ]

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Stop pushing buttons when we don't know what they do!

[looks rather worried.]

Edited 2014-08-16 01:42 (UTC)

Hey, we're doing okay so far.

[Annnnd then the door closes.]

Uh.

Ooookay. So now we've gone from trapped in a large room, to being trapped in a tiny room.

Good job.

[Lurches against the wall when the elevator starts to move — and reaches over to jam on the button again.]

Maybe it'll open back up.

And now the tiny box is moving! This keeps getting better and better!

[...it is not opening back up. Going to try and wedge his fingers into the seam where the doors come together.]

I got this, don't worry.

My hero...if we die in this room, I'm blaming you.

After we're dead, I think I can handle whatever you can dish out.

[Puuuuulls. The right arm starts to shake, and the tendons stand out; the left is implacable and starts to leave dents.]

[stands as far from the door as possible in case something bad happens.]

[Priiies.]

[But his grip slips, and by the time he wedges his fingers back in, the doors are sliding open.]

...huh. How about that.

How about that, indeed.

[stays far back from the open doors, looking out of them to see what he can see.]

[Sticks his head out to look around.]

...no one here, either.

I think we're alone now. There doesn't seem to be anyone around...

[The beating of his heart is the only sound.]

Edited 2014-08-16 02:46 (UTC)

Yeah, well. Let's find out for sure.

[Heading out into the first floor.]

[Follows behind, keeping an eye out for anything dangerous.]

I don't have a lot of frame of reference for the following statement, but I'm fairly certain this is the worst start to a day ever.

Might be onto something there.

[Brings himself up short at the edge of the kitchen.]

The hell's all this for?

[looks around the kitchen and shrugs.]

I don't know. Too bad there aren't handy little notes lying around to tell us what stuff is.

They coulda started with us, if they were gonna be nice about it.

[Opening up cabinets to look inside, one after the next. A little agitated, like they might have answers.]

Good point.

[Looks around the kitchen as well, though nowhere near as thoroughly as you do. Pulls out a pan randomly from one of the cabinets.]

Maybe these can be used as weapons?

I guess?

[Takes a practice swing with one, like it's a tennis racket.]

Seems a little clunky, though.

Yeah, but heavy enough I think that it could do some decent damage.

[Takes a pan with him. You know...just in case.]

[Is it heavy? It doesn't feel heavy. Frowns at it and switches it to his right hand.]

[...ohhhh.]

Probably, yeah. You holding onto that one?

Yeah...might be worth having something to defend ourselves with. You never know.