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WAKE UP TIME

WAKE UP TIME

[The first thing you feel when you wake up is...nothing.

You don't feel much different at all when you wake up, no doubt from a very pleasant sleep, even if you may not remember what you dreamed of. If anything, you would have thought it was another normal day.

That thought would have vanished the moment you took in your surroundings. This is not your bed, this is definitely not your bedroom, and well, this is definitely not your home. In fact, this place isn't anywhere you've been before.

Before you can question anything much further, your cell phone starts beeping, flashing a message on the screen for a good several minutes, before flashing your profile, also for a few minutes. Yes, now you have a Title, and a power, even if you've never had one before. And yes, you have a cell phone. Even if you didn't have one, and don't know what the hell a cell phone is. You get the feeling you'll need to keep it on you.

The profile fades back to the home page of your phone - don't worry, you can still access your profile, and everyone else's, on that little lime icon if you really want - even though you have so many questions now. (The help button may... attempt to be helpful in that case.) Where the hell are you? Why do you have a Title? And can you get out?

Perhaps, if you're strong enough. But, in any case.

Welcome, Titled.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]

((OOC: Welcome!

If you haven't filled out the resident profile or current residents information yet, please do so!))

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[ Pausing her crusade for that something, it's hard not to notice the other bedrooms here. She can't help wanting to poke her head in out of curiosity. She hadn't... thought to play with the phone to see who else is here, so she pokes her head in, and PRAYS she doesn't see Atsuko or Diana or Sucy or any of her beloved students.

But she does see someone who probably needs help, so. ]

H-hey there, are you all right?

[Yuuri's head snaps up at the unfamiliar voice, maybe a bit too quickly because it makes his temples pound and his vision fill with bright sparks. A woman with long hair, glasses, and... a witch costume? That's definitely what it looks like. Is she a cosplayer, or maybe someone doing a promotion at the mall? Oh no, he's inconveniencing a stranger, possibly an employee!]

I-- I'm sorry! Please, d-- don't pay me any mind. It's just.... [A teeny tiny panic attack. Yuuri forces a wavery smile that doesn't reach his eyes.] I just need a moment.

[ Ursula, being an anxiety-riddled mess herself, recognizes the symptoms of a borderline episode, so she can only do one thing: try to help. Her voice is very gentle, almost motherly, soothing. The same tone she takes with her students when she's worried about them. ]

... You're having anxiety, aren't you. You should try to breathe. Focus on that first, and then deal with whatever's happening second. Whatever might be going on, you're not alone here. All of us were taken here, after all.

[ She'll gingerly place a hand on the edge of the bed, and give him a questioning look. ]

Just focus on me, on my voice for now. Do you think you could do that? I'd like to ask you a few simple questions. Just worry about them for now--

[ She reaches toward the little belt on her waist, and then grabs for something that... obviously isn't there, making a small frown. Right. Her wand is... gone. She can't cast a spell to help make him feel better, can she...? ]

--W-well, I don't have my wand, but that's all right. What's your name?

[There's a lot to process in everything she does. First and foremost, she recognizes the symptoms of anxiety and how to deal with them. That reassures Yuuri a little, but at the same time he feels the overwhelming urge to get up and hurry away. He hates when people make a fuss. The only people who can really do it without upsetting Yuuri further are his mother and Phichit.

Secondly, "all of us?" How many people are here, anyway? What's going on?

And then she's talking about a wand and Yuuri's sure she's either a children's entertainer trying to ease his mind (kind of insulting, he's twenty-three!) or she's a delusional, over-enthusiastic cosplayer. He leans back a tiny bit, his expression going wary.]

"First, who are you?"

Edited 2017-11-26 23:21 (UTC)

Well, you can check my profile on the small phone, if you'd like. I had enough time to find out it had one on there, the little help cat was... somewhat helpful?

[ A little. But, she smiles. ]

My name is Ursula Callistis. I'm a teacher at Luna Nova Academy.

Ursula Callistis? Definitely not Japanese then. I... I'm Yuuri Katsuki.

[He picks up his phone-- she might notice it's sky blue with little darker blue cartoon poodles all over it-- and finally looks over the new apps. Most of what he would recognize is gone, but he checks out the Help app first, then the spam message from earlier.

Those are some bizarre rules... wait... wait. Number Seven....

His eyes snap back up to hers, now practically bulging with terror, and he skitters back along the bench as far from her as he can.]

Th-- this is some kind of sick joke, right?! Are you in on it?!

H-huh?!

[ Staaaaaaaaaaaaaring. ]

W-what? No...! I was kidnapped too!

Why is there a message on my phone that says we have to kill each other?!

[His voice pitches up in fear, squeaking and cracking and making him sound much younger than he is. His brain can't process this. Whoever brought him here wants him and the others to commit wanton murder?! He's a figure skater, not a fighter! Besides, something like this can't be legal, it's kidnapping at the very least!]

If this is some kind of internet prank show, it's not funny! I... I have a competition to get to, I didn't sign up for this!

[ ... The rolling of her eyes couldn't be stronger as she pulls her own phone out from her pocket... but fortunately, her hat blocks it as she tilts her head down to dig for it. It's white with a blue star pattern on the back of it. Curious.

She draws up to her full height, though, which, by the way, considering how meek she seems to usually be, is actually quite tall at 5ft7in... and puts on a more calming, teacherly voice, clearing her throat. It won't help at all if she panics or gets mad at him, she knows this. ]

Please, calm down. You're not the only one who has been taken here. There are fourteen others, including myself.

I got the same message and a similar phone that... I should add, I don't own. I use a crystal ball to communicate. Anyway, I woke up in a room not that far from you as well, a cubicle, like this. This is the phone I received. You can check it, if you don't believe me. They also took some of my personal belongings from me... though the rest of my usual teacher's staff uniform for school is intact, surprisingly.

I should have been teaching my astrology class right about now at Luna Nova. It mentions that in my profile. Why don't you take a moment to read the profiles over and see who else is captive here like you?

[She's still talking like she's an actual witch, and that's just making things weirder and more uncomfortable for Normal Human Yuuri. He pulls up the profiles, scrolling down to his first. Reading it has him frowning, which might be slightly better than his panic.]

This can't be right. It says I'm twenty-four, but my birthday is still eight months away. And....

[A power? Like a magical ability? That's definitely not right. He's run away from enough things in his life to know he can't move faster than the naked eye can follow.

And then he reads Ursula's profile, followed by all the others. Everyone has a power, some have weird occupations or likes and dislikes... what is going on here?!]

This... none of this makes any sense... and we've all been kidnapped? By whom?

... I... I don't know. They haven't shown themselves yet.

[ She frowns. ]

I don't have any discrepancies in my profile... that's strange. Are you sure the age is wrong?

I'm positive. I should be twenty-three. Other than this power my profile claims I have, everything else looks okay.

[Not that he's thrilled about having his weaknesses displayed so openly where everyone can see them.]

That's... very strange. Why would they get such an obvious piece of information incorrect?

[ Checking her phone just to re-confirm it says that. It sure does. ]

It definitely lists your age as older than that...

It's only a year. Maybe it's a typo. The power, though... I'm a normal human, I can't do anything magical or superhuman. I mean, I'm an athlete, but not even a great one.

I would be almost certain you do have something, given they replaced my wand with this odd excuse for magic I've got now. I'm guessing you're not accustomed to magic?

[ She'll hold up a finger on her right hand, and a bit of barbed wire will appear out of nowhere into the air, shaping itself into the constellation of the big dipper. She moves a hand, reshaping it after that into a small star shape, before it eventually disappears.

The ease that she does this with, and the almost boredom on her face shows a practiced hand at this kind of thing. ]

Just sleight of hand tri-- ah!

[She made barbed wire appear out of thin air. It's not impossible to think it's a stage magician's trick, but then it twists into different shapes and Yuuri starts to feel an uncomfortable twinge of doubt in his stomach.]

... even if my power is real, I... I have no idea how to trigger it. Magic is just tricks in my world.

... Hmmm...

[ She rubs her chin, thoughtful. ]

Well... if it's anything like another magical power I'm familiar with, it will probably only trigger when it's ready to, or when you understand it best. As it is now, if you can't activate what they've given you, there's likely something missing from you to do so.

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Something missing... yeah, like the ability to actually use magic.

[He sighs, rubbing his face.]

I'm just a dime-a-dozen figure skater. I'm not a witch or a hero from a manga or anything like that. Talk about being really out of my element.

... Don't be so hard on yourself.

[ She smiles. ]

You don't have to be a hero to be someone worthwhile, you know.

No, but I have to be capable at something. I don't know what that something is anymore.

[He shakes his head slowly, staring at the floor between his feet.]

I was ready to retire from skating after I bombed two major competitions. All because my dog died and I fell apart. What kind of professional athlete does that? So what's that really make me if not some... wannabe who just knows the mechanics of skating but isn't a real professional?

Someone affected by loss, like any other human being.

[ Her smile is gentle. ]

That doesn't make you incapable.

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