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.

"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?"

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

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