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[strangerpeople]

WELCOME ABOARD


[The first sensation you feel is a headache. It's brief, slicing, sharp. It passes soon after you wake up, but it is there nevertheless, and the pain is not easily forgotten. Perhaps your eyes also blur as if roused from a deep sleep; perhaps your tongue also feels off, like you swallowed a bug. It's not pleasant.

More unpleasant, though, is the second sensation that dawns on you all-this is not your bed. This, in fact, is unrecognizable. It is not anywhere you recall coming to, willingly or otherwise. It's a room with a bunk, and there is a strange smell in the air that is hard to ignore.

No, you are no longer home. Any possessions you may have had on you are gone, save your clothing and a strange watch you can't get off, no matter how hard you try. And when you run into the hallway, well-you might find yourself running into others who might be just as confused and scared as you are as the area around you slowly sways, up and down, left and right.

What is this place? Why are you here? Who are all these other people?


What is going on?]

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[exequte]

[She huddles into herself, just a little.]

He... he blew up.

I don't think it's the same here.

I hope it's not the same here.

[But a lot sure felt like it was the same.]

[yesorwoof]

[Makima extends her hand a little more? To her shoulder blade? Honestly Akane - this damsel in distress whose name she still doesn't actually know, though that doesn't stop Makima - looks like she could use a hug. Of course, she could instead be startled and repulsed by a hug. Makima hopes that will become clear around this turning point.]

If there was a bomb, I imagine there was nothing anyone could have done to save him. Really, you must have needed to stay away, for your own safety. Let's go out of this room for now. There's probably less pressure outside.

[exequte]

[Akane herself is by no means certain that this strange and somewhat aloof bunkmate would be the hugging sort, but she does lean just a little into this comforting touch and bites her lip a little. There hadn't been anything that could have been done, true enough.]

Good idea. We should probably be trying to find a way out, anyway.

[yesorwoof]

[Her work here is done. Makima separates entirely, now walking into the hallway. Just a few steps at a time so the young woman can still clearly see her even with the door at whatever angle.]

This hallway also looks pretty normal. No puzzles.

[exequte]

[She takes a few steps outside, following this stranger who.... had been really very kind, all considered, but then, they were in this together.]

It's strange that things are so... so similar but still have so many differences.