foolishmortals | THE MOCK WEEK

[You find yourself waking in a large dressing room, incredibly spacious, but in intense disarray. The bed is comfortable enough, and each room seems to be equipped with a working bathroom and shower, so it's at least livable. But aesthetically, the place has hit the floor.

The horrifying clock mounted on the wall reads 9 am. After enough searching, you'll find a large tourist-y map of the studio on one of the dressers. An ominous note attached to the map with a paperclip reads "12PM WAITING AREA". It's not like you have any choice in the matter, seeing as there doesn't seem to be any way out.

Upon exiting the dressing room, you note a crooked star attached to the door bearing your name. There are 24 others like this, bearing names that you may or may not recognize. A quick tour around the studio reveals it to be in a similar state of disrepair, but something doesn't sit...right with you. Though the place is certainly creepy, you get strange vibes as you explore the building. As you move about the dust-filled halls of the abandoned building, you may spot movement out of the corner of your eye, or hear strange noises from behind you. It's nothing to be worried about, though...right?

At the very least, you'll find some comfort. The projection room and attached theater still seem to be in working order, though you'll have to manually grab one of the reels off the wall and start the thing yourself. In addition, the waiting area and lounge are both filled with reading materials, and the later features a large stage and a microphone. The commissary seems to replenish itself with food whenever you take your eyes off of it, ensuring that we won't be going hungry anytime soon. There are also cabinets full of ingredients and a small kitchen should you not trust whatever your benefactor is placing out for you.

Fortunately for them, the smaller individuals amongst your party won't find a great deal of difficulty moving around. Though their beds remain oversized, there seem to be appropriately-sized staircases and escalators placed about in appropriate spots, so as to make their lives easier. After all, they can't just keep relying on the others to get up to the cabinets and such, can they?

While you're waiting to find out what the deal here is, you might as well come out and socialize.]

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[It's a bit of a mix between relief and disappointment that crosses Elsa's face when Finn pops around the corner. Relief because oh good, she's not alone, and that ebbs her anxiety just a bit. Disappointment because this isn't a familiar face, and that's just cementing the growing fear that she's not in Arendelle anymore.]

N-No, I think... [She points at the other doors near the one she just walked out of, each with different names. She hasn't examined them all, but none of the ones she can seen now are familiar to her...] I think there are many more people caught up in this same situation as us.

[He knows the feeling, though he didn't hold out much hope of anyone from his home being here? I mean, the place doesn't look like anything they have back home. Even as primitive as some places can be, this is...pretty darn old. Finn enters the hall properly so that he can talk to her at least.]

Can't say that I can read any of that very well. [It looked like words at least to him. But it's not any of the crazy characters he's used to seeing, though some were similar looking. He didn't know if they were actually the same letter.] I haven't run into anyone else yet really.

[Just that weird guy who was really calm about this place.]

[Elsa looks a bit curious at that admission, but she doesn't ask. She's a queen after all, and has met people from many different countries and kingdoms since Arendelle opened its gates again. She knows that it's silly to expect everyone to be able to speak and read all the same languages, so it's not really that odd.]

Did you wake up in a room like that as well? Maybe the others are still asleep...

[Should they wake them up? It might help, but it might also be a bit worse to wake up in a strange place with a stranger hovering over you.....]

[Hey, he's lucky he's able to speak the same language as everyone else! And written language will probably come to him, who knows. It might be an adjustment of the eyes to actually look at things longer than five seconds to be able to read them.]

We could check the other rooms, or the map showed a few other places people might have wandered off to. [Room searches might turn up Anna's room at least? But they've got options!] Should we knock or open them?

[..........Anything is better than the clock.] I'm Finn, by the way.

Knock. If the others here are as on edge as I was when I first awoke, having someone just barging into your room might just make things worse.

[She's not even sure how her magic would react, not just her... yikes. That could be really bad.]

Oh, my name is Elsa. [She offers him a smile, as much as she can with how on edge she still is.] It.... isn't exactly an ideal situation to be meeting new people, but even so, it's a pleasure to meet you, Finn.

[Oh, yeah. Forgot about that. Good thing he didn't offer to shake her hand? He smiles as well and nods.] Yeah, think you're right. A knock would be better...

[After all, some might be armed like himself and react badly.] Yeah, I can't say being kidnapped into a strange place when my friends are in danger is my ideal situation. [But they gotta make the best of it.

He gestures down the hall.] Ladies first?

[Elsa heads down the hall, looking from one door to another, trying to think of which rooms might be occupied and which aren't, but a frown crosses her face at what he says.]

Your friends are in danger? What happened? [She waves a hand in a circle, motioning to their surroundings.] Is this... whatever this is... connected to that somehow?

[He's had a bit of time to adjust? Not entirely still happy with the situation? But he's already worked his frustration off in the room that he came out of. Mostly beating up soft things.]

A military faction trying to rule the galaxies. [Finn shakes his head.] No, we...don't have anything like this at home. This is all older tech than what I'm used to.

Galaxies? You mean... the stars?

[Okay yeah... that distracts her from their current situation just a bit.]

How is it possible to take over stars? Was there some sort of magic involved?

[He shakes his head, advancing towards a door marked "WALL-E" and gives it a knock.] From a distance they're stars. Up close they're planetary systems. Sometimes they end up being stations so big they look like a planet themselves from far away.

[Okay Elsa's gunna need a minute because she looks awestruck. She'd always read stories about how the stars were like the realms of gods connected to their world by the bridge formed by the northern lights.... to think that regular people could be up there too!

This... actually helps her a little bit, believe it or not. There's still a nervous sort of tension around her, but there's also a spark of curiosity in her eyes. S-Sorry Finn, you're gunna have to deal with that now...]

Have you been to any of those planets? Are they similar to ours?

[It might take him a while to get distracted by her questions, their task is a little more forward on his mind at the moment. But at least it's helping her calm down, gives her something to focus on more than their situation.]

Depends...? Which one is this? [Earth is a thing but he's never been to it. Probably never anywhere near it. ...Probably never even had lessons mention it.]

... Unless something very wrong is going on here, this is Earth.

[Yeah it has to be. There's no way they could've been taken to another planet without them knowing, right?]

[He pauses, turns and looks at her, his hand on the doorknob but his face is screwed up in confusion.] Earth?!

[How the balls... He turns towards Elsa.] I'm on...earth?

[... Ah. She's.. not sure if that's a good reaction or a bad one, oh no...]

Y-Yes? Is that bad?

Kind of...? I was more than a few galaxies away from the placement of that solar system. [Not to mention the technology of this place doesn't lead him to believe he can get back home.]

THE MOCK WEEK

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