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? ]

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[whatsmytalentagain]

Huh...?

[Something definitely isn't right. He was somewhere else for a moment... A brief millisecond of a moment... And now he's waking up in some weird bed?]

What the?

[He flips through the content on the tablet, but it only raises more questions than answers. And he wants answers.

He'll wander outside the dorms first, looking for any "others" he might be able to talk to.]

Hello? Is anyone out there?

[donotlick]

What the fuck.

[ Yeah, okay, what. What the fuck?? Hank isn't going to panic, but this whole thing feels so off and fucking bad that it's hard not to stare at this stupid tablet with some serious disbelief. ]

what the fuck is this

[ He tries typing into his tablet to no avail. What the fuck?? ]

who the fuck are you

[ Nope, nothing. Not only that, but where are his clothes? His things? His badge and gun? Fuck it, he's not gonna learn anything by standing around in a weird, empty room. Time to go out in the hall and investigate. He is a detective, after all. He'll go outside and yell at the first person he sees, using that authoritative police lieutenant voice. ]

Hey, you!

[swordsinternally]

[ The wrongness that's there isn't just simply because of the place. Not to Emiya Shirou, anyway. There's just something he simply can't put a finger on, like he's forgotten something important. Or rather... didn't that day end, already? Instead of being brought back to the beginning, he's awake and immediately realizes that there's something on his arm that wasn't there before.

It reminds him of something that he shouldn't remember, that definitely, possibly, couldn't have happened to him, and yet it somehow pops into his mind.

Shaking it off, the mystery of the wristband abandoned, his eyes scan around for anything at all before finding the tablet. He's not really all that familiar with technology, as he doesn't even have a cell phone, for starters, but he's fairly certain he turns it on like this-- and that's when he sees the messages. More importantly, this all seems a little concerning, if you ask him. Almost in a stalkerish way. While the messages seem all nice, there's one thing he can't help but think about: this person was involved in their kidnapping.

He scrolls through in an attempt to find something, anything that could help him but eventually gives up, taking the tablet with him just in case any other messages fire up before he heads out the door to see what's in store for him. If there are others, maybe they can formulate a plan of escape?

So people might just see Shirou exiting room 1, or perhaps roaming the halls, not bothering to go out too far just yet. ]

[whatsmytalentagain]

Huh?!

[That sure looks like a concerned teenager. One of those hipster types, maybe. And judging by how wide his eyes are, he might not have expected to see Hank yell at him.]

Uh... Yeah? Can I help you?

[preconstruction]

[ connor comes out of sleep mode with a jolt. he blinks a couple times, trying to clear the errors in his system. "hazy" is a bit organic to describe the feeling, but it simulates something similar in his program. everything feels off, and the errors quickly give him at least a few reasons why. he's not connected to the internet (please spare the wifi password, thanks), there's no connection to CyberLife at all.

that's bad.

really bad.

he checks the fitbit and then this really dated tablet. there's nothing he can do if he sits here and idles out of indecision, so he'll follow the instruction.

> introduce self the others

connor heads out into the hall, looking around for whoever these others are. he's not shy about walking up to anyone, though, that's all part of his given task, right? ]

Hello, I'm Connor.

[ #nailedit ]

[pathofconquest]

[ To be summoned to a room all by himself... isn't that a little strange? At this point he can't possibly know a thing about them. Is it the person sending him messages? Is it someone staying here? Hmm...

...either way, the person that summoned him has to be here somewhere, so all he has to do is find them. He pockets the tablet, at least decently aware of it's use; just one of the perks of being a Servant.

And to the first person he encounters--]

Are you my Master?

[myliteratureclub]

[Monika is immediately thrown off when she wakes up. This room screams dorm to her, but isn't she just a highschool student? And she lives at home with her parents. The tablet gives her more questions than answers, though. She carries it with her as she exits the room and stand in the hall outside room 14. She glances around and waves down the nearest person.]

Hey um... what exactly is going on?

[covertizer]

[ Akira spends the first few minutes of being awake squinting blearily at the tablet on his desk. Then a couple more minutes squinting blearily at it with his glasses on, like it would make a difference.

This.

This sounds familiar. Familiar in a bad way. Familiar in a way he'd been expecting to see again for the past couple of months, but now he's actually seeing it, he kinda deeply wishes he wasn't. So he picks up the tablet and leaves one single message: ]

Morning. Tell Todd he's a jerk.

[ And then with a stretch and a sigh, he heads out of his room. He's looking for immediately familiar faces... and also for any people that aren't familiar. That's his top priority. Second top priority: checking the layout of the place again, and seeing if everything is still the same as it was last time. ]

[whatsmytalentagain]

Woah, hi... Connor?

[What's with this guy? Is that a glowing light on his head? It's throwing this teen off, but hey maybe the weirdo might have answers?]

I'm Amami Rantaro... Okay, you have any idea where we are?

[swordsinternally]

Huh?

[ Shirou is immediately caught off guard by that question, feeling a sense of familiarity to it. ]

You're... a Servant? [ At least he understands one thing, if that's the case. ] Wait, uh, no, I'm not, I already have one Servant, two would be way too much...

[ Even if he does have his Command Seals on his hand still. ]

[myliteratureclub]

Ah-!

[Monika jumps a little in surprise, putting a hand over her heart as she takes a deep breath.]

Sorry, you surprised me! I'm Monika; do you know what's going on, Connor?

[donotlick]

[ He's a cop, he's used to it. Then again a kid doesn't scream "kidnapper" to Hank. He speaks a little more normally in response. ]

What the hell is this place? Do you know what's going on?

[sendintheclown]

[Wherever he wanders to, a lively sort soon springs out from the blue.]

Just the question I’d expect! [Minus points for originality.] Here is your answer!

[With a bounce, Gogol positions himself on one leg with his arms in the air. Take a good look at him, kid.]

[whatsmytalentagain]

No... Actually, I was looking for someone who knew.

[He crosses his arms, knitting his brow in frustration.]

But it looks like we're in the same boat...

[preconstruction]

We appear to be at a University. There's a map on the tablet. But as for the specifics...

[ connor shakes his head. it's strange, not knowing where you are at all times? locations services encountered an error. :( ]

I couldn't tell you. I was hoping I might find someone who knew, but you seem to be in the same situation as I am.

[donotlick]

"Master"? What the fuck?

[ And here Hank was, concerned to see a child in wherever the fuck this is. ]

You got brain damage, kid? Did somebody grab you from your parents or something?

[yourfuture]

[ tess stirs... slowly. she has kind of always stirred slowly, today it's particularly That because, well. sometimes you can just tell that some bullshit is fuckin afoot, you know?

to her credit, she remains calm through getting reacquainted with the tablet. and she squints at whoever this person is, but they don't seem to be her Nemesis, so like. whatever. she can tolerate until given a reason to hate them.

but then she leaves her room, and: ]

WHAT THE SHITTING FUCK IS THIS SUPPOSED TO BE?

[ and then, if she sees anyone, like a second after that: ]

Oh hey, sup?

[swordsinternally]

I really am not the only one here...

[ Shirou murmurs those words under his breath in an almost stark relief as his shoulders, already tense, seem to relax as he sees someone exit from the room next to his. ]

Hey, excuse me-- can I ask you something real quick?

[covertizer]

[ Akira does stop mid-pace when he's suddenly shouted at, and turns around carefully and cautiously to see just who it is that's yelling in the halls in the kind of tone that just bellows "LAW ENFORCEMENT".

If he looks like he sort of wants to bolt, then that's probably why. Nice going, Hank. ]

...

[ You want something? You ask for it. Until then, you get nothing. ]

[whatsmytalentagain]

[... That is not a normal response to being kidnapped.]

Nope, sorry. You got the wrong guy.

[He didn't order a butler, much less one that almost looks younger than him.]

Why, do you work here? I have a bunch of questions to ask.

[donotlick]

[ Hank releases a breath. If he had a gun, he would holster it right about now. ]

Yeah, guess so.

[ Ugh, he hates having to be a responsible adult... maybe he could just not. ]

So who the fuck are you?

[preconstruction]

I apologize.

[ it makes sense, though, humans would feel a big enough sense of unease that it would make them nervous to be approached. he'll have to remember that for later, so he can be more gentle with "the others." ]

It's nice to meet you, Monika. [ just monika. just connor. easy. ] I wish I had an answer for you. I looked through the tablet they provided us, but I'm afraid it left me with more questions than answer.

[covertizer]

[ You know what?

He's literally following the source of the shouting. That's familiar shouting, that is. This floor doesn't seem too different from before, so it's just a case of turning here and-- ]

'Sup.

[swordsinternally]

[ That definitely is an introduction, but it isn't one that's unwarranted and while Shirou might still be a little awkward about the idea of introducing himself to complete strangers in a setting like this, he doesn't think that it will hurt. ]

Connor-san...? [ It's clear that by the way he's saying the name that he's not really used to speaking too many foreign names. ] Ah, well, it's nice to meet you, too. I'm Emiya Shirou. I assume you woke up in one of those rooms as well?

[devotingly]

[ what the hell—?

something as modern as a tablet is difficult for waver to use but, somehow, he manages. the messages are lighthearted, but that only gives him an even more unsettling feeling in his chest. orientation? this isn’t anything like that—this is just a damn kidnapping! whoever this is, they’re just making fun of him!

with the tablet under his arm, waver will be seen storming out of room 16 with a pissed off expression on his face.

and if he sees you, well— ]

Hey! What the hell’s the meaning of this!?