Awaken...

[lockdownmods]

[ 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. ]

meguman22922 ▼   X

meguman22922: mornin'! hope you slept well. meguman22922: orientation will be held in the main classroom in an hour. that's in the school building on the 1st floor meguman22922: but first you should introduce yourself. the others should be waking up about now too. meguman22922: you're in the dorms now, so dont forget to check the maps meguman22922: the tablet can help you with that. anything else, we'll get to at orientation. so! see you in an hour! :D

[ 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? ]

Comments

[throwabookatit]

How do you- Profiles? [ This tablet is not a source of information, it's a weapon, apparently. Rebecca looks from Poe to the tablet he's holding, piecing things together. ] What... What kind of profiles?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

One's that list the most basic information on us. Name, age, occupation, height, weight, skills, weaknesses, likes, and dislikes.... though it appears to be with varying accuracy. For example, I can't remember saying the quote they put at the top of mine. The strangest thing of all though, is that the people behind this mystery also appear to assigned us titles.

[Give Poe a second.... he scrolls down to Rebecca's profile and shows the tablet to her.]

Your profile is two above mine.

[throwabookatit]

[ This happens to be a lot. Almost forgetting she has her own, Rebecca snatches at Poe's, before- ah, there's. A tablet, in her hand excuse her, she just turns away and starts. Skimming.

The confusion over the supposed quotation, and the title, what is that supposed to mean- it immediately takes a backseat to


Ashton Fray. Weakness? To dilute it, to something like that? There's a hot stab in her heart, one that twists. ]

What...in the world is all this supposed to mean?

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Ah....!

[Poe startles at the sudden motion and opens and clenches his hands several times in surprise at his tablet suddenly being gone. Well that's.... rather rude.]

I.... I have theories about our situation and the profiles, but nothing concrete.

[throwabookatit]

[ The sight of it all written there, Ashton, and curses and unresolved arguments, a different cut into her chest, with a desperate voice echoing in her ears, why don't you believe me?

It's enough to set her mind ablaze. In a curt, clipped voice: ] Then please, enlighten me.

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

A-alright!

[Poe squeaks at the tone in her voice. Alright, here is someone he's not messing with ever.]

My current theory is that the one who sent the text earlier is the one listed as Megumi Sato in her profile. The username fits at least. She and Oswald have diffrent titles from us and are distinctly separated from all our profiles. So I believe they're the ones responsible for kidnapping us, or at the very least are working with them.

[He starts nervously wringing his hands.]

That is not the most worrisome theory I have though. Unfortunately this one has some rather solid evidence. I..... I think that everyone might be suffering from memory loss. Viral... his hair is far longer than he remembers it.... and memory loss would account for discrepancies in people's profiles...

[throwabookatit]

[ Rebecca digests all of this, her mouth set in a thin line. She looks over it again, the profile.

High places, and--

She shakes her head firmly. ]

No, that... That doesn't seem...possible, it doesn't account for any discrepancies in my...my stupid list of stupid things. Why should we assume these are completely true? Who even put them together? I'm not just...just drinking all this up.

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

Why bother to put so much detail into profiles and show them to everyone if they're going to be fabricated?

[Poe just.... sighs.]

But skepticism is good. Though, I warn you that a few of the other.... kidnapping victim's here will shake the skepticism simply because of what they are.

[throwabookatit]

[ "We're all in danger! You're supposed to be my friends. Why won't you listen to me?"

She bites her lip so much the color drains from it. She's glad...she had her back turned. ]

I'm not going to disregard what people have experienced. I want to listen to- to all of them. But I'm also going to have some sense about me.

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

That's... probably an good way to look at things here. Yes.

[Pause.]

Are.... are you done looking through the profiles?

[He kinda wants his tablet back????]

[throwabookatit]

Am I what? No, I'm n- [ ...There are two tablets in Rebecca's arms, her own and Poe's.

She turns around and shoves Poe's at him, not making eye contact. ]

There. Thank you. [ Less she says the better! ]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

It's... It's no problem, really. A detective is for finding answers, and it was clear you needed some. I... I couldn't exactly walk away in good conscious.

[He was just doing his job.]

[throwabookatit]

...You're a detective?

[ And there's the way to stop her in her tracks. ]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

And author.

[Important!]

If it's of any... um... reassurance, I do plan to unravel this mystery we've found ourselves in.

[throwabookatit]

I...would hope so. Any good detective...should be determined to do so.

[ Still not looking. Busying herself with...her own tablet. ]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

I can do that much at least.

[If he's anything, it's that. It does list dedication under his skills after all.]

[throwabookatit]

Good, then. We'll be counting on you.

[ She wishes, instead, he were the detective she was counting on. ]

[blackcatintheruemorgue]

[That's.... a lot of pressure when said outloud.]

I.... um... Well. I... suppose I can't fail if everyone is relying on me then.

[He brought this this upon himself.]