locked_down | 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. ]

meguman22922

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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? ]

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Preferably, yes. But, unlikely. Viral's hair is far longer than he remembers it. To the point where it's either memory loss or some miracle hair growth I'm unaware of.

[As for the other part.]

I can't think of an logical reason so far, so either we need more evidence.... or the reason is illogical. The latter is probably the worst case scenario.

Okay, okay, slow down. I just fucking got here. You're talking about them wiping our memories or something, well I can tell you for sure that I look exactly the way I remember.

[ Never mind the other crazy shit. ]

Seems to me like there's a whole lotta us who don't know what the fuck's going on. A mass kidnapping of this size is no small pursuit. We're dealing with some crazy shit here.

That.... became quickly apparent. Yes.

[Beat.]

.....Viral's some sort of alien. An alien. All my expectations for an semi-normal kidnapping died an unfortunate and truly tragic death as soon as I met him.

[He is so tired already.]

An alien? You're fucking kidding me.

[ Is this dude crazy? He's probably crazy, right. ]

You.... you have no idea how much I wish I was.

[Poe navigates his way to Viral's profile on his tablet and points at the picture of him.]

He looks sort of human here, but that's only because you can't see his hands.

Fuckin' A.

[ The profiles look like nonsense, but Hank actually spots a familiar face on there. Somehow, this has to be the android's fault, right? ]

Aw, jeez. What the fuck did I get myself into?

Not... the words i'd use, but... um... yes. What... what you said.

[Who knows.]

I suppose we can only wait for 'orientation' to arrive to ask that.

[ Hank shrugs. He's clearly angry, though. ]

Great. Can't fucking wait.

[Should.... should he comment on the anger...?]

........Please don't do anything rash.

Do I look like an idiot to you? I know better than to try my luck when I'm unarmed.

No, you don't. I'm saying it more for my... peace of mind than anything else.

[So that if Hank does something stupid, he won't feel like he could've said something.]

Right. Well, guess we gotta wait around in the meantime.

[ Pause..... ]

You got a name?

It's Edgar Allan Poe.

You're shitting me.

I'm not.

[At least he's getting used to this now.]

Check my profile on the tablet if you don't believe me.

Okay, but do you know who that was?

Because it's pretty fuckin' awful of your parents to name you after some goth-emo author.

In the brief time i've been here, I've had around four people ask me if I was this guy who apparently is an occultist and is also an author like me.

[It's annoying.]

That.... is all I know about this doppelganger I've suddenly gained.

[Not.... gonna comment on the comment about his parents.]

So you're trying to tell me you seriously don't know Edgar Allan Poe? Quoth the raven, "nevermore," and all that?

[ Wow............. wow. ]

That... sounds similar to something I've written.

[Creepy...]

You got a crush on your cousin, too?

[ hey, hank does like classic literature ]

Excuse me!?

[That's probably the highest his voice has gone in years.]

I- what- no! No! God no! I can't even remember the last time I saw my cousin!

[That applies to all of his family at this point, but whatever.]

What, no Annabelle Lee? You're letting me down, man.

[ He's just enjoying this now, I guess. You get named after an author, you get shamed like an author. ]

I... I have no idea what you're talking about.

[He mostly writes detective fiction, thank you very much!]

It's a poem. Real famous one. This dude was pretty fucked up, okay.

[ He shrugs. He's just telling it like it is. ]

Ah. Okay....? Like.... in what ways was he.... what you said.

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