children, wake up; hold your mistake up

[headandhand]

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.

Comments

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[ She'd had no intention of following the other woman, not at first, but when she saw her duck into one of the homes, Sharon found herself following after, too curious for her own good.

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. ]

[tothefly]

What else would I be doing in someone's home, going through their recycling?

[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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Snooping. You never know what sorts of information people hid in their homes. [ She responds quickly, pointedly, before shrugging her shoulders at Natasha's next question. Sharon doesn't view herself as much of a fashion expert, too lazy and cheap to bother, and the other woman doesn't really look like she needs her input. ]

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.

[tothefly]

Is it really snooping if they're not coming back?

[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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[ Sharon lightly rolls her eyes as the other woman tests the jacket. There are few things she cares about less than fashion and other people's opinions on said fashion. ]

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?