soulping | MESS HALL

MESS HALL

You step into a large, spacious cafeteria. Seriously, it is huge, with tables lined up in rows pushed up against every wall. This area could easily seat hundreds of people. Maybe even a thousand.

There's a squished pear sitting in the middle of the room, too. Thanks Henwen.

There's a door on the other end of the room, but weirdly enough, it's already open! And a group of people dressed similarly to yourself are slowly beginning to shuffle through it. . .

((THE GROUPS ARE NOW TOGETHER please feel free to mingle with each other!))

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What does that even mean?! One second I was in those weird pods, and the next I was here and everybody's talking about shooting people!

....you...don't remember going through the whole lab and hallways?

No!

[ maybe that explains why she looks fifty million shades of lost ]

...well, you weren't with our group, but I imagine at least the areas were similar.

We woke up in the stasis room, got the fingerprints from some gloves in the officer attached, got out into the hallway, raided a locker room, and found another lab where I got our flowery friend here.

Then we took the elevator up, were probably asked to drop your elevator while being told you weer innies, and we said no.

[ why are the flowers having a slap fight ]

[ why is this a thing ]

Has anybody – has anybody tried calling the police? [ she asks, a little desperately. when in doubt, AUTHORITY. ]

We don't have phones.

You said that you were talking to somebody calling themselves Control! If they could talk to you, there has to be a way to get a signal out to somebody else.

[ aaaaa ]

[ but, okay, no. she takes a deep breath and visibly tries to calm down, because freaking out isn't going to help anyone. ]

They contacted us, not the other way around.

And Control is the one whose manipulating us. If they're in a closed connection, there wouldn't be a way to get a signal out without some serious jerry rigging.

It doesn't matter who initiated contact [ she thinks?? ], the important thing is that it could work. From everything I'm hearing [ AND SEEING jfc, those flowers ] it sounds like things are scary enough that we have to try!

T-That is, if we don't find a better way first.

It's an option. But we kind of need to figure out who has that technical know how.

W-Well ... [ she looks around, bringing her hands up close to her chest and clasping them together. ]

[ (man, she has some nasty scars peeking out from under those hospital PJs) ]

Somebody's gotta know something. If everyone made it this far, you must all be pretty cool.

[He's...noticing them.]

[...he's going to kill them.]

[HE IS GOING TO KILL THESE SICK FUCKING BASTARD.]

Bit of luck, bit of ridiculous mostly.

There is...something going on with knowledge. I was the only one who recognized the stasis pods.

[ What are you looking at, dude?? Tilts her head at him, confused and maybe slightly nervous. ]

The … oh, you mean the weird bed things we all woke up on? [ Her nose wrinkles; she hadn't liked those things very much. ]

How did you know what they are?

....

[Sighs, face in hand.] I don't know. I was the only one who did, and it should be obvious!

....maybe it's just my head has been messed with more.

[Rubbing at the back of his neck. Because he's been looking, and no one has a port.]

[ Apparently, this flailing brown-haired fluffball is puffing up in your defense! … … … against … gosh, she doesn't even know, she just doesn't like the sound of anybody being messed with ]

Maybe you're just a sci-fi geek!

I can't be the only sci fi geek. One guy couldn't even remember space travel was a thing.

What?

[ That actually puzzles her enough that her guard lowers. ]

Really? But ... I'm pretty sure people landed on the moon a few, uhm, decades ago?