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foolishmortals2018-01-07 10:29 am
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmortals2018-01-07 10:29 am
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Forget all your troubles
[You wake up and instantly realize something is wrong.
There is a vague feeling of dread hanging in the air and, as comfortable as this bed is, there’s just something off about everything, even before you open your eyes. The dread only grows when you open your eyes and realize that you are in a completely unfamiliar room. One that has clearly seen better days at that.
As you explore your room, you will soon find a bedroom key resting on the dresser along with a note]
Welcome, esteemed guest, to our humble abode. We hope that you enjoy your stay in this Phantom Manor, as we expect you to stay with us for a very long time.
Feel free to make yourself at home as you enjoy what this manor has to offer, whether it’s the library, our projection room, or our famous wax museum. We’re sure you will find great joy
However, before you can get too comfortable, we ask you to please come to the portrait gallery at noon so we can discuss your stay here.
We eagerly await to meet you.
-Your Host
[The uncomfortable feeling doesn’t let up as you leave the safety of your bedroom. The manor seems old and decrepit, almost like it would fall over at the slightest breeze. Despite that, anyone who tries to escape will soon realize that the walls are unusually sturdy, and there are no doors that would seemingly lead to the outside world.
Still, at least you’re not alone in this scenario, if the other bedroom doors are any indications. Maybe there are a few more people coming out of their bedrooms too, so you have someone to talk toif you want to try to figure out what's going on. But if the 30 bios in the foyer hall are any indication, whoever has you here did not do this on accident. Whatever you’re here for, it seems like you’re here for a reason.
But hey, what’s the use of being pessimistic about this? Maybe it’s all an innocent situation… right?]
There is a vague feeling of dread hanging in the air and, as comfortable as this bed is, there’s just something off about everything, even before you open your eyes. The dread only grows when you open your eyes and realize that you are in a completely unfamiliar room. One that has clearly seen better days at that.
As you explore your room, you will soon find a bedroom key resting on the dresser along with a note]
Feel free to make yourself at home as you enjoy what this manor has to offer, whether it’s the library, our projection room, or our famous wax museum. We’re sure you will find great joy
However, before you can get too comfortable, we ask you to please come to the portrait gallery at noon so we can discuss your stay here.
We eagerly await to meet you.
-Your Host
[The uncomfortable feeling doesn’t let up as you leave the safety of your bedroom. The manor seems old and decrepit, almost like it would fall over at the slightest breeze. Despite that, anyone who tries to escape will soon realize that the walls are unusually sturdy, and there are no doors that would seemingly lead to the outside world.
Still, at least you’re not alone in this scenario, if the other bedroom doors are any indications. Maybe there are a few more people coming out of their bedrooms too, so you have someone to talk toif you want to try to figure out what's going on. But if the 30 bios in the foyer hall are any indication, whoever has you here did not do this on accident. Whatever you’re here for, it seems like you’re here for a reason.
But hey, what’s the use of being pessimistic about this? Maybe it’s all an innocent situation… right?]
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Cassian.
She calls out his name to the empty room, but there's no response. Cassian Andor is gone. Yet here she is. The plans got out and, somehow, so did she.
After an extensive search of the room and its... amenities, Jyn pockets the key and the note and tries the door. She still somehow expects it to be locked, for this to be some kind of strange Outer Rim prison, or an experimental Imperial bunker, but it opens without resistance.
She slides into the hallway, on guard as hell, and scans the room of doors. If another person happens to walk by, Jyn will walk up to them with... surprising calm in her step. She knows how to fend for herself, and you don't do it by marching in guns blazing. ]
Excuse me, do you have any idea where we are?
[ She then makes her way out of the hall, and after a stride through the casino ends up in the foyer where she is 100% reading everyone's profiles. Including her own, which seems to have her... annoyed? But unless specifically asked, the most she actually says here is: ]
Strange bunch for a kidnapping.
[ Later on, while waiting for whoever's gonna show up in the Portrait Room, Jyn's in the wax museum just kind of... looking at the fuckin statues. Hit her up. ]
Hallways
[He was gonna be the one doing the interrogating here, you can't just go and ask questions FIRST, Jyn.]
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No idea who took us either then, I take it.
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[Blah blah blah serve as an example of those who date etc. etc.]
[Still, might as well check-]
You piss off the Sovereign recently? Buncha gold douchebags in robes.
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[This is... not terribly within the modus operandi of the Kree or the Nova Corps, but who knows.]
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[Sounds fake but okay.]
What, is that what the Kree call themselves in their own space? Conceited blue bastards.
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...Doesn't ring a bell. Which part of the galaxy we talkin' about here?
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[ A beat. ]
You've never heard of anything I'm talking about, have you?
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[ Just the important ones! #juststarwarsthings ]
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Museum
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[ ... god they might be droids. ]
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