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

[scathefires]

[jason can recognize a threat with his eyes closed, which is his exact state when natasha issues her command. and while jason’s brain may not yet be running on full power, his mouth sure is.]

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?]

[tothefly]

[The voice hits her before her eyes finally adjust to what she's seeing, maybe because the last time she'd seen him he'd been lifeless, bloodied and still in a way that Jason never was. Like her, he always had that faint hint of tension, like a bowstring poised to snap at the slightest provocation, even if they'd used that hint in different ways.

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.]