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dualislogs2020-05-01 04:48 pm
headandhand) wrote in dualislogs2020-05-01 04:48 pm
children, wake up; hold your mistake up
WHO: All new and remaining Dualizens
WHAT: A mysterious return! And the start of Act II.
WHERE: Begin at the dorms, move on to wherever else in the city you want.
WHEN: Right meow c:
WARNINGS: Please use these in thread headers if applicable!
Maybe it’s a stream of sunlight that invites you back to consciousness. Maybe it’s a sound - a slammed door, your roommate’s snores, panicked shouts in the hallway. Whatever it is that wakes you, you find yourself in a plain bed inside a plain room, groggy and disoriented.
Maybe this room is a familiar sight, or maybe it’s a place where you’ve never found yourself before. Whether you’re new to town or an old hand at navigating the neon-lit streets of the city outside the dorm room window, one thing is for certain - you are one of only a very few people still populating this city, and not much about Dualis is as you last remember it.
Time to wake up and start looking for answers.
WHAT: A mysterious return! And the start of Act II.
WHERE: Begin at the dorms, move on to wherever else in the city you want.
WHEN: Right meow c:
WARNINGS: Please use these in thread headers if applicable!
Maybe it’s a stream of sunlight that invites you back to consciousness. Maybe it’s a sound - a slammed door, your roommate’s snores, panicked shouts in the hallway. Whatever it is that wakes you, you find yourself in a plain bed inside a plain room, groggy and disoriented.
Maybe this room is a familiar sight, or maybe it’s a place where you’ve never found yourself before. Whether you’re new to town or an old hand at navigating the neon-lit streets of the city outside the dorm room window, one thing is for certain - you are one of only a very few people still populating this city, and not much about Dualis is as you last remember it.
Time to wake up and start looking for answers.
Sharon da Silva | OTA
Not a single fucking thing made sense to Sharon. The last thing she remembered were the brilliant dance of flames and how the carousel wasn't as beautiful as it'd been in her childhood. She should have woken up there, in that broken amusement park, in a town that was lost to the world. Not... here. Wherever here was.
She felt more numb than afraid as she walked down the unfamiliar halls, oddly fascinated by the walls. No peeling paint. No rust. No blood. Some small part of her had a hope that maybe, just maybe, her dad saved her from all that; that this was just some strange hotel and everything was going to be better and normal and right but she also knew better: that's not how her life has ever worked.
The first person she spots, she waves down, picking up her pace to catch up to them. She tries to appear casual but her clothes are dirtied with dark spatters and smears and her hair looks as if it hasn't seen a brush in a day or so, tangled,"Hey!"
"Uh... I lost track of my dad. Was just wondering if you'd seen an older man? Dark blonde? Messy hair? About," She levels her hand a few inches above her head,"yea-high?"
She fucking knows better and still, she asks.
▼ ▼ II. City
Dualis.
It was just as empty as Silent Hill, devoid of life in a way that made it feel haunted but in a very different way from the fog and the darkness she knew. For one, Dualis was lit up as if it were still active and breathing. The street lamps flickered to life as the sun began to set. The store lights were welcoming and the flashing signs declared sales and prices and specials to entice but it somehow felt threatening in the emptiness, as if it were some sweet trap that would snap if she dared enter.
Still, she wanders in like easy prey. First, a convenience store. Then a clothing store. A bar. She never wanders far in, just enough to check for anyone, preferably someone familiar, but there wasn't a damn soul around. Not even a monster. It doesn't take her long to head back towards the dormitories but not before popping into a grocery store close by. She's been hesitant to take anything but it's gotten late, she's hungry, and... well, it's not stealing if no one is there to tell on her, right?
She snacks on a bag of chips as she browses down aisles, freezing when she hears someone else enter, the bell above the door chiming. She sets her basket down as quietly as possible, creeping down an aisle at the far end of the store in an attempt spy on the stranger.
If only she weren't in bright orange and white.
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I. Dorms
"Can't say I have. Where was the last place you saw him?"
no subject
She gives a frustrated sigh, shaking her head, knowing full well she sounds off her rocker,"I don't know, that he brought me here. O-Or woke up here, too."
"But I'm not even sure I'm awake." It's not just the moving face art that makes her question reality, but it sure isn't helping (and she can't help but stare).
no subject
"You're awake. And your dad didn't bring you here. We're the ones who were kidnapped, by some brain-missing super-computer."
no subject
"...How do you know all this?"
no subject
"Because the computer told me itself, a month ago. We're supposed to be medical research or something."
no subject
"Do you know if I can talk to this computer myself? Or... do you have any proof?"
no subject
"What kind of proof do you want? If you ask me the whole research angle is just an excuse. This city wants the same thing my old city did--to control us."
no subject
"I don't really fucking know, honestly." She says with a sigh, mild frustration leaking into her tone. It's not a helpful response, she's aware, but it's all she's got. Proof seems to be everywhere, from Shay's tattoo to the dorm she woke up in, and it sounded as if she should have already been given a rundown from the computer by now (which only makes her wonder if, perhaps, something's gone wrong).
"Maybe you can just point me somewhere I can learn more about this place?" She'd ask to be pointed towards the exit of this bullshit but that seems unlikely.
no subject
"What there is to know you can probably find on the feeds."
apologies for how late this is; my computer died
Or so she'd assumed. Rather than just a busted burner, she finds a second device. She pulls it out; it looks exactly like Shay's. Most people would be pretty pleased with a free phone, especially one so sleek (better than any she's ever owned, for sure), but it leaves a pit in her belly. She'll have to take her time and see what she can dig up but she's not keen on keeping it on her person.
"Uh, well... I guess I know what I'll be doing the next couple of days," she doesn't sound pleased but who would be,"I'm Sharon, by the way. Sharon da Silva."
"Thanks for the help."
no worries! I've been really distracted lately :/
"Shay," she offers in return. "You can call if you ever need anything. I get messages on my skintenna, so I'll always be available."
the world has been bonkers
"Can't say I've ever heard of a skintenna" the word is weird in her mouth and comes out awkwardly but she's got an idea what it is,"but... thanks, Shay."
The offer couldn't be more appreciated, especially in the face of absolute uncertainty. For now, though, she's got a lot to figure out and she can't do any of that here in the hall. As she turns to leave back the way she came, she realizes something, looking back a moment,"And, hey, if you ever need something, you can do the same. I can't promise I'll be much help but I make a good effort."
It's nice not to feel totally alone in this.
understatement of the decade
She's about to turn to leave herself when Sharon makes her offer, and she smiles. Her face wasn't designed for kind smiles, but at least as long as she doesn't show teeth it doesn't have that wolfish look to it.
"Sure thing. Thanks, Sharon."