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applesaucedream2016-01-01 07:12 pm
applesaucemod) wrote in applesaucedream2016-01-01 07:12 pm
How dreary to be Somebody
Tonight the dreamers of Manhattan will not know where it is they find themselves, nor how they got there…nor where they came from. They will not remember that they have been taken from their homes by the whims of a capricious Rift, and they will remember neither the people they've lost nor those they've met.
Tonight, the dreamers of Manhattan will not remember who they are at all.
What remains is a sense of how the world should be, minus an understanding of whom one is within that world. Some will know the hospital in which they find themselves for what it is, though they will not remember how they know. The long halls are lined with patients' rooms, doctors' offices, and locked doors to supply rooms and labs. Here and there one finds a common room or cafeteria with furniture that might almost be comfortable if only everything weren't so sterile.
The staff are largely absent; the only people who might explain matters are the minders at each door to the outside, but they aren't inclined to provide explanations. If asked, they will only say that the dreamers are here for their own safety. Attempts to leave will be gently but firmly blocked. Insistence on leaving will be dangerous to the dreamers, though the minders will be more than ready to grab anyone who actually makes it through one of the doors before they can float away into the void that's waiting for them on the other side.
They're all here for their own safety and good, after all. Too bad no one will say why that is.
[Semi-standard dream rules apply: players and their characters are not required to be members of this community in order to participate in the party. Unlike usual, however, all characters will forget the events of the dream upon waking.]
Tonight, the dreamers of Manhattan will not remember who they are at all.
What remains is a sense of how the world should be, minus an understanding of whom one is within that world. Some will know the hospital in which they find themselves for what it is, though they will not remember how they know. The long halls are lined with patients' rooms, doctors' offices, and locked doors to supply rooms and labs. Here and there one finds a common room or cafeteria with furniture that might almost be comfortable if only everything weren't so sterile.
The staff are largely absent; the only people who might explain matters are the minders at each door to the outside, but they aren't inclined to provide explanations. If asked, they will only say that the dreamers are here for their own safety. Attempts to leave will be gently but firmly blocked. Insistence on leaving will be dangerous to the dreamers, though the minders will be more than ready to grab anyone who actually makes it through one of the doors before they can float away into the void that's waiting for them on the other side.
They're all here for their own safety and good, after all. Too bad no one will say why that is.
[Semi-standard dream rules apply: players and their characters are not required to be members of this community in order to participate in the party. Unlike usual, however, all characters will forget the events of the dream upon waking.]
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He doesn't miss that touch to her head. Does she feel anything unusual? Save for the amnesia, he feels perfectly fine himself. It's weird. Honestly, he'd almost rather his head hurt - things would make a little more sense then. "I figure if we can get out, we can find some actual doctors! Or...something," he finishes, uncertain. What will they do? They don't have anything outside either, as far as they're aware.
('We' comes easily enough that he doesn't realize he's doing it. They're in the same boat; they should stick together.)
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"That sounds better than staying in here," she agrees. She doesn't miss that 'we,' but she finds she doesn't mind it. Even being with another person who doesn't know what's going on is better than being alone. And if all the doors are guarded, they'll have better luck getting out if they cooperate. "I don't like being penned up. If they're not going to heal us, why hold us here?"
Well. Maybe because she's fully capable of turning into a wolf and panicking folk. But if they really wanted to keep her caged, they would have done it properly, instead of giving her free rein and letting her panic the other folk inside.
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Speaking aloud seems to help his thought process, at least, so he continues musing."But you've got amnesia too...maybe it's some kind of quarantine? I'd still expect a little more supervision. Or - signs or something?" His concept of disease control measures is pretty fuzzy. "And I guess the guards are way too close if we've got some sort of new memory illness."
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Her brow furrows at amnesia and quarantine. What is he talking about? Memory illness is easier for her to parse, and she nods. If their illness was catching, the guards wouldn't want to go near them.
"We'd best find a door, then," she decides, padding out into the hallway. "If there's only one guard, we'd outnumber them." She glances both directions, but neither seems more promising than the other. "Which way is the door you already tried?" she asks. Not much point in going that way, whichever it ends up being.
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As they pass another room, he opens the door and pokes his head inside. Empty. It's not a surprise at this point, but it's still a bit disappointing.
"Are you saying we should just fight them?" He asks, angling his head back towards her. It seems like a logical idea. Why's he suddenly so put off by it?