✰ welcome, welcome.

[dilithium]

you're new here, aren't you? you have that look about you. like the proverbial deer in the headlights - but don't worry, you'll get used to it soon enough.
after all, you might just be here for a while. why not make the most of it?

the room you've woken up in - it's yours. pretty nice, isn't it? we want everyone to enjoy their stay here, and that means providing decent amenities. the beds are soft, the roofs don't leak, and best of all? it's free of charge.

it's all on us. you're welcome.
feel free to roam about - it's not like you're a prisoner, or anything. and there really is a lot to see here, so go on ahead, knock yourself out. have fun. explore.
but i wouldn't go too far, if i were you.

does that sound ominous?
ah, well. like i said. you'll get used to it soon enough.

.welcome to siaion.

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[hitojichi]

[Rin is certainly one of the last few to wake up on the dawn of the first wave's arrival. Because apparently, it doesn't matter if it's his own bed or not, he will always sleep like the dead. ... And drool a little.

Sorry about those new, fluffy pillows, City of Siaion.

When he does finally wake up, it's because he's pretty sure he's going to be late for class, so he's all but leaping out of the bed with a few shouted curses, completely ignoring the pillow and the stuffed bunny (shut up okay!!!) that drop onto the floor in the commotion. And it isn't until his feet are flat on the floor and he's taken three steps toward a closet that is not actually there that he realizes...]

... What the hell is this? Where am I?!

[Something is very wrong here.

He instantly freezes, looks all around for any sign of anything familiar. He finds nothing. But there's a note on the desk in the far corner, propped up just enough to be purposefully conspicuous, held in place with what looks like a much fancier cell phone than the one he already owns. (Where is that, anyway...?) He reads the note.]

This place is is... mine? What's that supposed to mean? And where's this Siaion anyway? I've never even heard of it! Tch. What's the deal, taking me in my sleep like that?! [Beat.] How'd they get past Yukio...?

[Because while he might sleep like the dead, sometimes he's convinced his brother sleeps on a damn hair trigger. Regardless... What is all of this, and why...?

You know what? Later. He'll figure it out as he goes.

He folds up the note, stuffs it and the cell phone into the pockets of his sleep shorts. No closet? No clothes. But that's not enough to keep him stuck inside! Nope.

He heads right out the front door, still in his pajamas and completely barefoot, tail swishing behind him, trying to find any semblance of a clue. Or a hint. Or... well, anything. He's kinda desperate here, okay?

Maybe Yukio is here. But if so, where...?]

[appletart]

[Escha's been awake a while. Her first few moments... well, they weren't pretty. There were a lot of tears, a lot of fear, a lot of darting all through the little townhome given to her and hoping that someone else was actually there. But once she'd found the note, the strange device and the key to "her" new "home"...

She stuffs all of these things into her pockets, carefully steps outside and into the city proper. It's nothing like she's ever seen before, and she's still very, very frightened, but she'll manage. Somehow. Right? She has to. And she can't be the only one in this position, can she...?

Nervous as can be, hands clasped tightly together behind her back, she starts walking. She looks so very out of place, but she just can't help it.]

[sparkbitter]

[ the thing about finding yourself in a new, unexplored place is that … well. it's new. and unexplored. and while it might be suspicious how you came to find yourself there in the first place, it doesn't mean you have to look the proverbial gift horse in the mouth and assume you're in a bad situation.

except he still doesn't know whether to make heads or tails of this particular situation.

he'd woken up just as easily as if he were back in colseit – one eye opening, and then the other, a full-body stretch accompanied by a jaw-cracking yawn that could probably be heard a few streets over – and it had taken him nearly a full minute to realize that he wasn't in his own room. wasn't anywhere near it.

none of his tools were anywhere to be found. none of his trinkets, do-dads or doohickeys, any of the various things he's been working on for the past however long. he's in a strange bed, confined within strange walls, left with a note and a device that looks like nothing he's ever seen before. what …?

yep. completely and utterly clueless. so. you know what that means?

it's time to start trying to take things apart.

except … apparently this little device is a sturdy son-of-a-gun and doesn't want to give up any of its secrets. no matter how much he taps at seams, tries to pry them open, no matter how much he stares and turns it this way and that. it's not budging, not giving anything up, and once he's gone over the note a few times more he decides to stick all of the above into his pockets and finally step outside of his new place and check things out.

awin frowns a bit to himself as he tries to get his bearings, realizes that he doesn't have any bearings to get when he turns a full circle and still has no better idea of which way he should go – so he just. starts walking. moves about the residential district, mentally mapping things out for later.

because it beats sitting in that ( admittedly nice ) unfamiliar place that is now supposed to be called his own and not knowing what in the world is going on around you.

right?

of course. ]