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.

Malcolm had to admit, the inclusion of a library in the cave system did take him be delightful surprise. The most important thing for now, he figured, was to gather information the old fashioned way. Reading history. If nothing else, it would at least provide him with some entertainment, but hopefully he'd be able to understand this world--assuming the information was accurate. He couldn't be sure of that, but he'd roll with said assumption for now. And reading at the terminals meant he wasn't stuck in his quarters. Nice enough, he supposed, but something about it made him feel more trapped than anywhere else.

For the last three days, Jonas had spent quite a bit of time in the library himself. For one, it was one of the places he felt comfortable, the most at home, and if his exile on Earth (in the dream anyway) had taught him anything, it was to not discount that feeling.

Jonas had already started a notebook, though finding one had been a chore, to record his findings in. He had to admit, he was a bit disappointed how digitized the place was, with only a few shelves of hardcopy books. Though, the man who come to share the library today seemed to be right at home with them.

"Finding anything interesting?" He asked with a polite smile as he moved to sit at a nearby terminal.

Engrossed in his readings, Malcolm gave a slight jump at a--fellow Sleeper, he assumed, coming up near and speaking to him. He stared for a moment, just a second, to quickly assess the situation, then shrugged. "A great deal, actually. But that's only if one finds such topics as history and sociology interesting."

Jonas smile turned sheepish, having not wanted to startle him. And there was certainly enough about this situation to startle someone without the Sleepers startling each other. "Well, it's definitely a place to start to figure this place out, don't you think? Usually the best way to figure out the present lies in the past."

It helped that Malcolm was fond of the topic of history, though he would still be here even if that hadn't been the case. "I'm merely trying to figure out where we are. What sort of world this is, where people might hail from and the forces at work. To be uninformed in this situation puts one at a staggering disadvantage."

"You think the Dreams were real, don't you?" Jonas asked, cocking his head curiously. He didn't say it judgmentally, as he himself was still leaning in that direction, no matter what the Watchers had told them. But it was good to know who among the Sleepers also thought so. "Or do you mean hail from as in places here, outside this cave?"

"Both." It didn't seem terribly dangerous to reveal that. Of course he thought the dreams were real. Didn't everyone?

It was better to be safe then sorry. Jonas was an academic, no matter his forays into battle with SG-1 and he wanted to do more research before he got into trouble. "Same. Though, if the records about the places outside are to be believed, we should share an accent." It was still strange, whenever he dared play the voice recorder, to hear himself with a British (or Central) accent.

Malcolm gave a small shrug. "Accents change. I'm glad it sounds like I'm more or less the same in that regard." Oh. That might have revealed a bit much. Just roll with it. "Though at the same time, still disturbing. I don't even know anything about who I'm supposed to be here, yet."

"I suppose. Though it would help if I remembered having the accent period. I'm sure it's much less confusing to have always had it." Jonas had accused of being strange before but never because of how he spoke. But he just shrugged it off. "Neither do I. I don't think any of us do. Though, I think I was a researcher, if what I found in my room was true. Did you find anything interesting?"

"Depends on your definition of interesting." Naturally, video of himself talking to someone he didn't know, in a room he didn't know, dealing with antiquated weaponry he was mostly familiar with from museums than something he'd ever handled directly was certainly interesting, but it wasn't anything he'd tell a stranger.

"Someone somewhere must know about these other lives of ours. Files stored somewhere." But he'd deal with that later.

So, about as interesting as Jonas' audio recorder of notes for a project he'd never heard of before. But he could understand the man not wanting to share. "Anything at this point. Anything that tells us about this place and how we got here." It was carefully worded statement, that could be taken as they had gotten to this point in time, or from the worlds they were told were dreams, because right now, Jonas was looking for evidence of both.

"We can hope. If this society was like any other, then it's only a matter of looking." If there was anything Jonas had learned from Daniel Jackson, it was that the story was always there, one just had to figure out how it was written and where. "Besides, I'd doubt a society as evolved as this wouldn't have records. How else would they expect us to acclimate ourselves when we woke up?"

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

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