Take Initiative.

[trustharder]

It seems things have been resolved - peacefully, if more than a little awkwardly for most parties involved. However, there's still work to do here, isn't there? Ryuunosuke shrugs after a long moment; tips his head up a bit. "Hey, Glory? Let everyone up." And apparently that's all it takes, though what that actually does isn't something that happens all at once - rather, panels slide out from the wall, forming a staircase up to that balcony they've been standing on. Mettaton doesn't really wait for the others to join them; he just leaves back through that section of wall they entered from, calling something back over his shoulder. "We've got another room to work from back here, darlings, this shouldn't take too long to work out." >Follow?

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ESCAPE

[trustharder]

[You're not anywhere near dead.

That weird, heavy feeling you remembered at the start of the exercise is back in spades; it probably feels strange, hard for you to move, as though all of your weight is centered in your limbs for some reason and they're holding you back. There's something in front of you as well, heavy glass and metal, and even if by chance you manage to get your body to cooperate with you enough to respond, it isn't going to move, trapping you inside.

It's claustrophobic, and if you can open your eyes enough to look at what's in front of you it's transparent and entirely too bright out there, and...

And eventually the heavy panel in front of you will slide open, and oxygen will come flooding back into your system and whatever was holding you back physically seems to loosen its hold a little on your body, and after enough time passes you can push yourself up a bit and away from the stasis capsule you've been kept in all this time.

(...Or you could try to do it a few moments early and fall on your face, because whatever they had you on was a hell of a drug and your legs are going to hate you, but hey - you do you.)

You aren't the only person in this room, either; around you there are twenty-seven other capsules like yours, twenty-eight in total - all containing somebody coming to nearby. Admittedly, everyone is at varying degrees of function, just like you, but they all seem largely unharmed (if more than a bit woozy and also kind of a mess because wow, stasis for two months).

It's been a long time, guys; feel free to have your reunions.

When you're done with that, there are things to explore here; there's another pair of rooms off to the side, one of which contains...well, another hologram machine for you guys to play with, still calibrated for all of you, your powers and your weapons; feel free to mess with it. There's also another screen + speakers setup that will give you Glory to talk to, should you so decide.

You can also find your...hosts for this entire affair standing near another large control panel in a back room; this is also where the portal is. True to their word, the thing is massive, and it's going to take some doing to figure out, but it's entirely possible to do so just the same - it might just take some fiddling.

Congratulations on your victory, guys; enjoy it.]

[goodforsomething]

Owwwwwww...

[Stan is a sixty-something year old man. Getting up in the morning is painful enough for him sometimes without literally everything that has happened here. He gets an arm over the edge of his pod, removes his glasses with the other hand, and rubs at the indents they've left on the bridge of his nose. Hopefully those go away.]

Just...just gimme a minute.

[notjustawriter]

[Gabriel might be thirty-some years younger, but he's having just as much of a time.]

Feels a bit like the hangover from hell, don't it?

[goodforsomething]

Ugh, yeah. Lucky you don't wear glasses, I feel like they stuck knives in my face.

[That's maybe a little hyperbolic, but he's earned it. Stan hoists himself half-upright, and immediately regrets it as something cracks audibly in his back.] Ohhh yep, there it is.

[notjustawriter]

That sounds painful as hell.

[Gabriel finally manages to sit up, and he has to pull the Schattenjäger talisman off his neck.]

...My neck's killin' me right about now. I wonder if they have painkillers in this place.

[goodforsomething]

Kinda doubt it. This place is more about causin' it. They'd better have some food though, I'm starvin'.

[notjustawriter]

You're damn right they'd better.

I'm hungry as hell.

[goodforsomething]

[Stan runs a hand over his arm where an IV ought to have gone, and finds nothing.] What've they even been doing with us the past two months...?

...ah, fuck it, I don't wanna know. [Stan starts the arduous process of hauling himself out of the pod.] I'm not gonna sleep again for a month.

[notjustawriter]

You and me both, Stan. I don't think I want to even look at a bed or a while.