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

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.

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Thursday afternoon found both Thomas and Delilah outside the guard force HQ. Doing what, you may ask? Having lunch. It wasn’t a spectacular affair, but after the rush of Sleepers and activity in the Cave, seeing some of the more prominent Workers out and about suddenly became more noticeable.

“—which means I still have no idea what happened,” admitted Thomas, voice wavering between resignation and determination. He paused in his story to reach over the table, fingers wiggling before nabbing a hand of the girl’s french fries (while his other hand covertly replaced them with two onion rings from his own plate), and chewed in thought. “Do you?”

“No,” Delilah replied as she glanced at Thomas’ fry stealing and reached over to take his onion rings. She wasn’t really bothered by either their topic of conversation or the fry stealing, paying more attention to the doll she kept squeezed in her arm as she ate one of the onion rings. “You could always ask the Caretaker if you’re so worried about it.”

Thomas laughed out loud, leaning back into his seat in a sudden act of nonchalance. “No way. He’s just as busy as the rest of us—if not more—and I’m not about to admit I can’t figure something like this out.” He waved a hand up by his head before reaching for more fries. “Just give me more time. Though it would sure help if I knew how all the non-personnel data here was indexed,” he mused to himself.

In the end, it was the search for food that finally got Liam and Ken to leave their quarters. Their provided rations had only lasted three days, forcing them to leave and get more on the fourth. They obviously hadn't had enough of each other by then, considering the handholding and gentle shoulder-bumping and pretty much all the sappiness that could be expected of a couple only now able to touch each other after fifty-five years of going mostly without. (One of them previously being a ghost had something to do with it.) They had spent the rest of the day exploring, speaking quietly of things that really held no consequence: opinions on architecture; the temperature of the Cave; even down to the colour scheme of the guard force's outfits. It didn't matter what they were saying.

They found the bar only moments before After Hours kicked into effect, giving them very little time to take a look around what was supposedly their own domain. Tomorrow, they had decided, they would come back.

Tomorrow came quickly and the two returned to the bar. It wasn't anything terribly impressive, to Liam's dismay, but it would serve its purpose. He made the mental note to keep an eye on Ken as he always did, then began wandering around, running his hands over various surfaces to see if there were any secrets to discover hidden amongst the rest of the automated machinations.

It was that, or sit around waiting for anyone else to come in while trying to remember how to breathe. Liam found it easier to let instinct take over rather than stop and think on it. That was when he tripped himself up.

"Find anything over there, love?" asked Liam, glancing over his shoulder.

[ ooc: Let us know if you'd like a one-on-one thread (and with whom), both of them in separate threads or a threesome when you tag in. ;3 ]

To say that Sable was unhappy with everything about this arrangement was an understatement... but he'd had a few days to "get over it." And, no, he wasn't over it. He probably would never be over it. But for now, he needed to find something to keep himself occupied. Funny, that was a lot harder when you suddenly found yourself human...

He'd spent his week wandering aimlessly, for the most part. Today, he wound up in the bar. He wasn't interested in a drink, he just wanted to look. He supposed he should have expected others to be in there, but it must have slipped his mind.

((OoC: Just one, both, don't care. ♥ Up to you guys. I'm just happy to be here.))

Ken was behind the bar, studying the automation machines with a detached curiosity. The technology was strange to him and he was thinking about making sure the machine stayed off so he didn't have to deal with it while learning how to be a bartender on the fly. Ken was still not sure about the whole drag club thing though, but that was a worry for another day. One where he had plenty of alcohol and Liam wasn't around to guilt him.

He almost didn't notice the newcomer walk in, but he did notice him, looking up at the door and the man who had entered. "So, are you here for a drink or just looking around?"

Naturally, Liam looked over when someone entered. It was hard not to, when the doors were so quiet and yet their sound so different that you had to notice them anyway. While he had mostly gotten used to the idea that he was corporeal and alive and all that malarkey, there was still the matter of having such a tight control over who could see him for so long.

It honestly didn't occur to him that Sable might be able to perceive Liam right now, so he took the time to give the man a once over. The blond turned to Ken with a grin from his place at one of the far tables and quipped, "I think the proper response in a situation like this is 'What can I do you for?'"

Two men, both looking rather preoccupied with the place. Probably the ones in charge of the place. He filed this information away for later.

He chuckled at the second's correction, and then easily answered them both with, "Just looking." At least he’d had enough practice associating with humans that he didn’t stick out like a sore thumb in his attempts to orient himself. Of course, no amount of orienting himself would likely help him figure out exactly how to deal, who to claim that he was, what to say about the situation -- if anything at all. How valid were the threats and warnings? Sable had never had to be careful until now.

"I hope I’m not in the way," he added, "You do seem to be in the middle of something."

"You're not in the way," Ken replies as he leans forward onto the bar. "We're just looking around."

Looking over to his companion, he gives him a soft kick in the leg. "You could have answered him as well, you know."

Liam yelped and pulled his leg away, simultaneously reaching out to balance himself on the table. "Yes, but that would have required me to—"

Then he cut off, brow furrowing momentarily. It had been four days—ninety-six whole hours—that he'd been part of the living world again. Almost all of that had been purely in the presence of Ken, someone who always saw him regardless of current states of being. The idea that everyone else had the same privilege whether or not Liam wanted them to wasn't something he had really given much thought yet. It was... worrying. Like he had been caught out without his clothes and no one would be kind enough to return them.

Sticking his tongue in his cheek (and reminding himself once again to keep with the steady and even breaths), Liam turned to Sable with a half-smile. "Sorry 'bout that. We're just about as new to this as I imagine you are. Find anything interesting yet?"

He waved a hand dismissively, giving the two a vaguely amused half-smile as he shook his head. "It's alright. And yes, I'm... well, quite new to this too."

"As for anything interesting, no. Not yet." He shrugged a shoulder. "Really, everything stands out as something unusual, but nothing stands out more than anything else." Nothing physical, anyway.

He began to slowly walk around the bar, looking it over for himself. It really wasn't too bad of a place, all things considered. Not really. "How about you? Anything interesting?"

There's a slight shake of Ken's head at the question. When they did finally walk around and check out the Cave, it wasn't so much to investigate it thoroughly as it was they just wanted to know what was where and to get food.

"We haven't really had the time to look around much. There are some...differences between what we knew to be fact in our dreams and what we've been told as truth here, so we've had to deal with that first."

Liam snorted at the humongous understatement in Ken's reply. "Yeah, to say the least," he expounded unhelpfully. Their gigantic age gaps for one, not to mention his own personal state of living for the other...

He watched Sable out of lack of anything else to do (continuing to snoop around the bar was no longer an option, not when another pair of eyes could see Liam's every move) and found himself leaning forward on the bar in a casual position. "All we've really seen so far is that depot and some of the other standard buildings around here. I think we saw the precinct for the Cave's finest, isn't that right?" asked Liam, tilting his head in Ken's direction.

He nodded his full agreement. "A lot changed for me as well when I, ah, woke up." It sounded forced - clearly he was still having a hell of a time believing such a thing.

"Oh? Well, you may have seen more than I have." He smiled a bit, shaking his head at himself. "I admit I've been taking my time about getting to know this place."

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

5th, Thursday

The Bar

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