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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.
Natasha Romanoff | OTA + one closed starter
[It's a small sound, but an important one. The sound of another body shifting, another body in a place that even asleep she realizes is wrong. The bed feels like the one she'd fallen asleep in, and the knife under her pillow is still there underneath her fingertips, but there's something else, a change in the air.
There's another person in the room, and they hadn't been there when she'd fallen asleep.
Another noise, a faint sigh, a noise like movement, and she's suddenly fully awake, that knife out and moving with her as she sits, ready to fight.]
Don't move.
[The words sound like the threat they're meant to be.]
[exploration B: OTA]
[Once she's over the shock of seeing the dead come back to life, or possibly a dream made reality again--she's still not sure whether that other place was ever real at all--Nat knows she needs to see for herself what she can see, go exploring and get the lay of the land, stock up on supplies. Clothing, better shoes, food, and definitely more knives, especially since her firearms are gone.
She starts with the homes. Stores are more likely to have other scavengers, and people generally feel more reservations about invading other peoples' spaces, even if the residents are clearly long gone. There's also the chance that in a residence she'll find more information about whatever happened here, even if it's just a message to a spouse or a shopping list.
The closet proves interesting, even if there's not much else. Lots of black, lots of leather, lots of reflective strips and piping. She's holding a jacket in her hands at the moment, seemingly considering wearing it, when she speaks.]
Whoever lived here definitely committed to the whole 'cyberpunk dystopia' aesthetic, don't you think?
[Of course she'd heard that person come in behind her. At least they're getting greeted with words instead of knives, right?]
[network shoutout: OTA]
itsybitsy: Anyone else feeling like they aren't exactly in Kansas anymore?
[She'd gotten the rundown on this place from Jason, but never hurts to keep some cards close to your chest.]
un: adaptiveimmunities
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You and me both. Although between you and me I'll take 'cyberpunk dystopia' over 'little house on the monster-filled prairie' any day. At least there's hot running water here.
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[She's joking! Really!]
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network; un: justnick
don’t got anything like this there so yeah not kansas
u must b new
Re: network; un: justnick
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think i prob did it once too & i dont even like kansas
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Between you and me, I honestly think there's not much TO like about Kansas, though I know a few people who might disagree.
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& ur not wrong kansas is a shithole
anyone who disagrees is welcome 2 have it
leaving was the best day of my life
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B
She flinches when she's caught in the shadows of the hallway and steps into the light of the bedroom, somewhat sheepish. She just wanted to see what the other woman was up to and... it looks like she was just raiding closets; she's not sure what else she expected. ]
Did you just come into someone's home to go through their closet? [ She's as curious as she is judging. Though, she's got no right to judge Natasha when she followed her in like a creep. ]
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[There's no shame at all in her answer; in fact, she looks faintly amused as she shrugs off her own jacket, tossing it on the bed while she tries on this one. It's not a terrible fit, all things considered.]
What do you think? Can I pull it off?
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I think if you like it, you should wear it. [ Wow, so helpful, Sharon! ] And it's not like there's a ton of people to judge you here if you couldn't pull it off, anyway.
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[She isn't going to deny that's what she was doing outright. Not that she's saying they're definitely not coming back, either, but one can make certain safe assumptions, all things considered.
Either way, she isn't offended by the pointed remark. Instead, she turns a little in the jacket, as if modeling, flexing her elbows and shoulders to see how much freedom of movement she has. Important things, you know.]
You're right. Still, there's probably someone who would, and I do like to dress to impress.
[Not that aesthetics are her primary concern, but when you spend your entire life learning just how to use appearances to your advantage, it becomes a habit that's hard to break.]
So what about you? If you're here for the mail, there's a stack on the kitchen counter.
[She may have already been through that.]
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It looks good, so... [ A shrug as her attention returns to the room, checking out the nightstands. She pulls one drawer open and rifles through the knickknacks. ]
I'm guessing there wasn't anything good in the mail if it's still on the counter?
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You should've seen the place when it was populated. Straight-up robocops on patrol.
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The girl's answer gets her a quietly huffed laugh and a shake of her head as Natasha eyes the jacket in her hands appraisingly.]
Think I prefer it this way. I've had enough killer robots for one lifetime, thanks.
[Looking over at the girl, Nat lifts the jacket in her hand and waves it.]
Looks like it isn't really my size. You want it?
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Thanks, but it's not really my style. Kinda looks like one of those shape puzzles. You know, where you get a bunch of random squares and triangles and you have to put them together so they look like a dog, or a bear or something?
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[It does kind of look like one of those block puzzles, doesn't it? Not a bad look, though, and she wouldn't mind it. Shame it's too small. Ah well. Back into the closet it goes, and she continues her rummaging.]
Want a look? Or was there something else you were looking for besides a wardrobe update?
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[ She looks idly around the house. It screams "normal", cyberpunk paraphernelia not withstanding. ]
But I was hoping you were local. Unless you're secretly a robot. Then I've got a friend you should meet. Assuming he's still in this universe.
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You know, I’ve always had a problem with people telling me not to do something. Makes me wanna do it that much more.
[blame the grogginess for the fact that he doesn’t immediately recognize natasha’s voice. but hey, at least he’s not moving?]
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She knows that voice, and its owner should be dead. So. Either this place is fucking with timelines, or she's finally managed to get herself killed and this is some sort of weird final-neuron-firing hallucination.
And yet, either way, her answer remains the same, voice still husky from sleep and tension but with a note of familiar dry humor that works its way in.]
You? Have problems with authority? Never would have guessed, sunshine.
[Maybe he won't recognize her. Maybe he doesn't know her. But maybe he does. She's still tense, and that knife is still in her hand, but she seems a little less likely to vault off the bed at his throat, at least.]