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[trustharder]

You last remember feeling safe.

You don't know what caused that response, now that you think about it; you can't remember what you were doing before the warm, comfortable feeling came over you, a sensation somewhere between relief and the light contentment that comes with the knowledge that you're safe enough to sleep and god, are you ready to. It feels like you may have been sleeping for a while before this, even; your limbs are heavy in the memory, and you recall how difficult it was to open your eyes.

Turning your head is likewise difficult, it feels kind of like it's full of sand. Weighted-down by sleep. It's so much easier to remain still, and so you do, and before you haze out again you can vaguely hear a voice.

It's no one you recognize, and it sounds strange and vaguely distorted as you start to drift off again.

"Everything'll be fine."

There isn't an answer that you can hear; the voice speaks once more.

"...you ready?"

You don't remember what you wanted to say to that. Always, maybe. Or Ready for what? Or perhaps What's happened to me?

But none of it matters, because consciousness slips away from you too quickly for you to respond.

---

You wake up some time later; the comfortable, safe feeling from earlier certainly isn't dampened any by the bed you wake up in. Whether you like it soft as a cloud or firm enough to support the most finicky of spines, the bed you're in is nice, and it's pretty much exactly what you've been looking for in a mattress.

Shame the rest of the room is probably going to be a bit jarring when you wake up properly.

The room you're in is completely unfamiliar, all concrete and steel and almost nothing that makes it yours - but there's a trunk near the bed and there's what looks like a smartphone sitting on the trunk, and you might want to grab that before you leave the room. Trying to text or call out won't do anything for the time being, unfortunately, but it's something. A lifeline, maybe.

If you're looking to see if anyone is here with you, maybe you can find someone as you wander through the main corridor; after all, there are a few places to explore here, even if the bulk of the place is pretty much a straight shot down the center. If you're looking to gather, the dining hall is probably the best place for it, as it's large enough to accommodate all of you.

Wherever you choose to go, however, there are a set of rules posted in every room; the far wall of the dining hall, across from the entrances, also has a bulletin board with twenty-seven pictures, along with some...interesting information, posted on it. The board is large enough for all of you to look at it, but you might not want to try to get at anything posted there; just like the rules, there's glass in front of it, and it's looking to be extremely shatterproof.

Sorry about that.

There's one more thing you'll notice on your wanderings through the corridor – there are no windows, and there are no doors that can possibly lead outside.

Looks like you're trapped. Might as well get to know those that are here with you.

Comments

[notjustawriter]

Bending?

That some sort of martial arts?

[....sorry Tarrlok]

[bloodisthicker]

...well, at least you're in the scoring area instead of assuming I'm just referring to basic movement, but it's really odd that nobody else here knows exactly what it is.

[have you all been living under a rock or is something weirder going on here.]

Right, so you'd be...

[...hang on, he doesn't know what the fuck to do with European names since there's no Europe in Avatar despite what the shitty live action movie might have you think, so he ponders for a bit...]

...Mr. Knight, then?

[notjustawriter]

It's somethin' you're pretty familiar with?

[It's a very comfortable rock.]

Yeah, that's right. Just Gabriel's fine.

And you're.... Tarrlok?

[50/50 he said that wrong, but he's trying.]

[bloodisthicker]

Definitely. I'm fairly certain even people in the more remote areas of the world have at least heard of it.

[oh okay that's how it's pronounced. good.]

I'll keep it in mind, then. There's no point in being too formal if it's unnecessary, after all. And yes, that would be me.

[...even if it's a little unusual by some standards, it's kind of a hard name to fuck up by reading it phonetically.]

I'd say it was a pleasure to meet someone who apparently lives such an... interesting life, but the circumstances aren't the greatest.

[notjustawriter]

Isn't that somethin'. If I said the word "Munich" to you, would that mean anything?

[He's betting on no, but he actually has a point to the question.]

It'll be a pleasure once we figure out how to get outta here, I reckon.

[bloodisthicker]

...is that some sort of new class of Earth Kingdom retainer the Queen came up with the other day...?

[...]

All right, no, I haven't, but regardless, I certainly agree with you on that point.

[notjustawriter]

A what now...? No, it's a city.

[...]

I'm starting to think we're not all from the same place, if you get what I'm sayin'. I had a fellow recognize where I was staying, but he didn't know about a pretty major event that happened.

[bloodisthicker]

Oh, I see. Erm... yes, I definitely agree with you there. There are so many concepts on those profiles that I'm not familiar with, and... well, you were just confused by what I said just then, weren't you? It wasn't very diplomatic of me, certainly, but most people are aware of the Earth Queen.

[...and her eunuchs, natch]

[notjustawriter]

A little bit, to be honest.

'Least we cleared that up fast, so we can... hopefully minimize the confusion, here.

[bloodisthicker]

Or at the very least, we can anticipate confusion so that we know when we should just smile and nod because we don't understand what the other person's talking about.

[notjustawriter]

Hey, if it works!

It's how I was getting by in Germany-- they don't speak the same language I do there.

[bloodisthicker]

...how do you even go anywhere if they don't speak the same language as you?

[LINGUISTIC VARIETY: NEVER HAPPENED IN THE AVATAR UNIVERSE, APPARENTLY?]

[notjustawriter]

Hope people somewhere speak the same language as you?

[That was... probably a joke.]

It's not so bad, where I'm livin' now the locals all know a little English, and Gertie was taught English by my great uncle.

[bloodisthicker]

...I'm still having a little bit of trouble wrapping my head around this concept, to be honest. That seems like it'd make international relations even more of a nightmare than they already are.

[notjustawriter]

It can be tough, sure, but people are pretty good at communicatin'.

You mean in your world, everyone speaks the same language?

[bloodisthicker]

Indeed they do. You get people with different accents and slightly different dialects, but it's usually pretty easy to understand them once you get used to it.

[notjustawriter]

Isn't that convenient.

I'd be nice if my world worked like that.

[bloodisthicker]

I'm just going to look at my life with a newfound sense of appreciation, then, because it sounds like we have it really lucky.

[notjustawriter]

Is your world not very separate or somethin'? All stuck together like Pangaea or something?

[bloodisthicker]

...I'm not sure what you're talking about, but there are different continents. Travel has never been that difficult, though...?

[notjustawriter]

Ah, I see.

[He really doesn't.]

Well, it's not important. Pangaea is this super-continent that existed a long, long time ago-- before people 'n all that; scientists did a lot of math to figure out it existed.