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locked_down2018-08-12 11:24 am
lockdownmods) wrote in locked_down2018-08-12 11:24 am
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Awaken...
[ Everything still feels a bit hazy when you pull yourself out of bed this morning. Bed... not all of you may remember going to bed. It may take several long minutes for that feeling to die down. Several things may seem immediately wrong. But even if the basics are familiar-- there's a sort of uneasy feeling of wrongness that lingers as you come to. That feeling will probably never go away entirely.
Attached to your wrist is a small plastic wristband, almost like a watch, but without the numbers. Try as you might, it won't come off. For those of you who are familiar, it is designed with an uncanny familiarity to a Fitbit.
And then there's your current abode-- the room is fully furnished for one person-- and you are in fact alone, which may be a relief... or a great concern. The basics are all there: desk, lamp, bed, closet...
As the little things go though, it's almost completely bare of any personal flare. No personal effects at all...
With one exception.
On the desk sits a black tablet. And almost immediately after you find it, the thing starts going off one rapid fire 'ding' after another. Check it out and you will find several messages have popped up on the screen for you to scan through. The source and the content is... well. As questionable as everything else this morning I'd say. ]
[ It would seem that you have much to investigate. Perhaps discussing it with these "others" may be the most beneficial way to proceed for now. At the very least there is a promise of answers in the near future. Whether or not they'll be to your liking though... highly doubtful at this stage, really. But who knows! Going back to school (or to school for your first time) can't be so bad, right? ]
Attached to your wrist is a small plastic wristband, almost like a watch, but without the numbers. Try as you might, it won't come off. For those of you who are familiar, it is designed with an uncanny familiarity to a Fitbit.
And then there's your current abode-- the room is fully furnished for one person-- and you are in fact alone, which may be a relief... or a great concern. The basics are all there: desk, lamp, bed, closet...
As the little things go though, it's almost completely bare of any personal flare. No personal effects at all...
With one exception.
On the desk sits a black tablet. And almost immediately after you find it, the thing starts going off one rapid fire 'ding' after another. Check it out and you will find several messages have popped up on the screen for you to scan through. The source and the content is... well. As questionable as everything else this morning I'd say. ]
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[ It would seem that you have much to investigate. Perhaps discussing it with these "others" may be the most beneficial way to proceed for now. At the very least there is a promise of answers in the near future. Whether or not they'll be to your liking though... highly doubtful at this stage, really. But who knows! Going back to school (or to school for your first time) can't be so bad, right? ]
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Humans?! Where?!
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[There is now a very sharp claw pointed in your direction, clown. Because, uh, aren't you a human?]
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[He quickly checks around him in a panic. Seeing no one there, he looks back to the beast-man.]
Gosh, you don’t mean...me, do you?
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Oh, you are much mistaken, beast man.
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The aggression is now more suspicion.]
Then what are you?
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[Striped pants, ruffled shirt, fluffy boots, a Cheshire grin...]
I’m a clown.
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That's a profession, not a species.
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[Don't test him...]
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...Regardless, such people only operate in the capital.
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[His tone is cheerful, but there’s something of a threat there.]
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Tch. Human or not, you're no beastman, that's for certain.
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[How is he supposed to know if he's never been anything else, man.]
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[His face falls, and he sounds distant.]
That's a shame.
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[He sighs.]
Are there birdmen, too?
how did I miss like, all of these tags
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How unfortunate. To be a bird, yet a man at the same time.