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.

The first thing Gabriel chose to open was the fridge, hoping that, perhaps, there might be a sample of exactly what they were supposed to bake. (He was allowed. It was apparently his kitchen. And he was hungry.) There was plenty of food in there, but none of it was in the state of amalgamation needed to make delicious baked goods.

With a sigh Gabriel slammed the door shut and turned to hear the sound of singing. He paused for a moment, head tilted to listen, and then grinned almost viciously, following the voice to the storeroom.

"Three what?" he asked, bracing himself on both sides of the frame and leaning into the entrance. "Three little pigs? Three bears? Three fairies?"

Thresh didn't exactly startle, just turned from what he was doing and looked over at the door. "Three peacekeepers." So much for thinking he'd be alone here. But, then again, maybe this would be a good thing, maybe the weird looking guy knew how to make more than bread!

Or, maybe it was a customer that had wandered into the back wondering where the noise was coming from.

"I'm Dario." He figured if he was going to introduce himself, he might as well do it with the stupid name they had given him. Dario sounded like something that would only be called a name in the Capitol.

The lad had good nerves. That would make things a little more fun. Gabriel chose to take it as a challenge. "I should have guessed. Peacekeepers always get the short end of the stick," he said with a smirk as he pushed off the door-frame and strolled into the room with his hands behind his back, as if on an inspection.

"Noah," he said a little dismissively in response, examining the shelves and the racks and huffing when he found nothing he could conceivably eat. Oh, wait a minute--

"Hah!" Gleefully he snatched up the package of cooking chocolate and tugged it open with a practised yank. "And your other name, Dario?" He rolled the R a bit, half mocking and half just to play with the sound.

Of course, he wasn't necessarily going to return the favour. The Workers had said not to advertise his 'imaginary' name. Well, he wasn't, was he? They couldn't book him for that. (Even though Noah kind of was, according to some denominations. Who was going to know? Loki would be more obvious.)

"Not in my District they don't." If Thresh's voice is a little tenser than it had been, well, would one blame him? Maybe other Districts were laxer in their rules, but in 11, the peacekeepers were to be feared.

He started counting bottles of flavoring, keeping an eye on Noah, although not saying anything when he picked up the chocolate. He'd been tempted earlier, but he wasn't stupid. If Noah wanted to place with death, let him. Still, the fact that he was asking about his actual name was almost enough to redeem him from his idiocy.

Thresh shot a short grin at Noah before writing a number down on a clipboard he had found in the office. "It's Thresh. You don't want to do that."

"Probably a good thing," Gabriel said with a shrug and a false little shudder. "Without peacekeepers we'd have wars and things." There was still an odd cadence to the man's voice which made Gabriel wish he could read his soul. Maybe 'peacekeeper' meant something else wherever he was from.

He lifted an eyebrow. "Oh, I really think I do." So saying, he fished for a couple of the chocolate pieces and tossed them into his mouth. He let out a blissful, only slightly exaggerated sigh and leaning back against the shelves. "I mean, what's the point in being a baker if you can't sample the fixings every now and then?"

Sarcasm dripped of his every word, "and that would be horrible." War would almost be preferable at this point. At least then they'd have a reason why they couldn't eat their own hard gathered food.

Thresh watched noncommittally as Noah signed what might be his death warrant. "You've never worked before, have you." How stupid did you have to be to eat the supplies?

Gabriel smiled darkly. "You wouldn't believe the places I've worked." And then abruptly the smile turned into a sunny grin, the apparent emotional change so fast that it could have given someone whiplash. "Then I decided I'd be better off doing my own thing."

As if to pinpoint his words, he tossed a few more chocolate chips into his mouth and then added thoughtfully, "And it depends on what the wars about and who the players are."

"So you're eating the supplies because you have a death wish?" He hadn't actually met anyone who'd wanted to die, but there were always reports of people stealing, so they evidently existed.

Thresh didn't bother to respond to Noah's confusing words, and turned back to his inventory, working on the last shelf he had to tally. "So, what do you remember?"

"I don't die so easily," was Gabriel's simple, smirking answer. He wasn't going to let on that he had no idea if that applied here, because he was depressingly human, but at the same time, did it matter? He still knew how to survive, and he'd already died once because he'd ignored those skills. Deliberately, but still.

Although that did say a lot about the man that he expected theft would result in execution.

"About what?" he asked innocently. "About Diamond City, or my 'dreams', or baking or fairy-tales or the Art as Dictated by the Kama Sutra?"

"I'm sure that they can figure it out." After all, if the bosses didn't have a way to control their workers, why would they be there? Thresh marked down the last of ingredients, and went to replace the clipboard on the wall hook where he'd found it.

"Your dreams." Thesh eyed Noah, "I've heard different stories."

"That might actually be somewhat fun," Gabriel mused. Sure, there was a risk of getting hurt and dying, but he'd already done that once already and even as a human he had some tricks up his sleeves. It was better than the dead boringness of an empty bakery he was expected to fill. (The chocolate chips, at least, were fast disappearing.)

"All of it," Gabriel said unhelpfully. "What do you remember?"

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