caveofsapphires | Today is the first day of the rest of your lives [ opening post ]

WHO: EVERYONE. NPCs will be around to actively engage if you so desire.
WHAT: Sleepers wake and begin to figure out just what, exactly, they are supposed to do with themselves. tl;dr: REACTION POST for new characters to get out and mingle.
WHERE: Everywhere. Mostly the living quarters, but really: anywhere you want.
WHEN: The first week, April 1st through April 7th.
WARNINGS: Travis Touchdown (Ryan LeCourt) has quite a mouth on him.
NOTES: This is a serious game, guys. WE’RE SUPER SRS HERE. ~~This may be a lie.~~

Shimmering blue blanketed the underground city as the light reflected off the sapphires in the ceiling. It cast its eerie glow, almost mimicking the effect of light on water without the sort of freeing peace one might feel with the soft ocean waves. Figuring out how deep down the city was located was near impossible when the air was obviously heated to something approaching comfortable, and nothing seemed to echo too far past the quiet hum of the city.

Workers made their way down the street, every one with a Sleeper in tow. Something that would have been unheard of only a few days ago, now more likely than one would think. They intended to start slow, but considering how many others were still in cryo, this was a laidback pace.

White watched the recording he was given about a dozen times, at first trying to make sense of why someone would claim he was actually an artist who had imagined being Pollution, and then focusing on what he could see of this Neil Mathis' work. At least his false self had good taste.

That could only provide so much distraction, though, so he clipped on his ID badge and started to wander, no clear destination in mind. He stopped at one of the first terminals he came across, frowning as he read the message, but quickly moving on.

Eventually, he ended up at the rec hall. The pool held no interest at all (yes, the smell of chlorine was refreshing, but the idea of willingly entering a body of water right now was revolting), so he headed upstairs, finding a touch screen in the games room and attempting to see if it could do anything more interesting than re-rack the billiard table.

"Good luck with that," came a voice from a chair nearby. Snow'd been looking around the place all morning, but while he really didn't want to go back to the condo, it hit the point where he didn't really have much of anywhere else to be. So he'd parked in the comfiest chair in his visual range, and that just so happened to be within speaking distance of the boy poking at the touch-screen.

He'd meant it genuinely, too, his good-luck wishes. But then it kind of hit him that it might not have come off that way, so he tacked on, "Couldn't get it to do anything when I tried, but I'm not so good at computers anyway."

White poked at the screen a few more times before turning a curious look in the speaker's direction. "What did you want it to do?" To be honest, White himself didn't actually have a concrete goal in mind with it, just knowing that trying seemed a better answer than further aimless wandering.

"Well, I mean." He tried to think of a better answer, then shrugged a little and offered the one he had. "Anything, I guess. My planning kinda ran out once I figured out it couldn't help bust us out of here."

After a second, though, Snow tacked on, "Not that I'm giving up or anything. We're gonna find a way. Somehow, anyway."

He taps at it a bit half-heartedly — unlikely it's going to result in anything, but he may as well. "Probably outside of what it's used for. You seem very sure of that." White couldn't exactly pinpoint what busting out would include. Mostly because he still hadn't figured out how they'd ended up there to begin with.

"Why wouldn't I be?" Snow shrugged a little. "They brought us here, didn't they? So there has to be a way for them to put us back."

"Not necessarily." White shrugs as well — if he's meant to go back to where he was, he'll get there. Until then, he could at least see about finding something to do with himself here. "Some things can't be put back." Most of the best things, really.

Today is the first day of the rest of your lives [ opening post ]

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mind if I slide in here?

not at all! hi!

why hello there

I am so sorry I vanished

it's okay, I'm super slow right now too

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