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vault1132023-04-07 10:18 pm
INTRODUCTION
You wake feeling groggy. You have the distinct sense of oversleeping, even if you may not recall ever going to bed in the first place. And this bed? Definitely not yours, no matter how comfortable it may be. And you'd probably not go to sleep in your street clothes*, right? Well, maybe it's time to smooth out your bedhead and get exploring!
(*or whatever else you were wearing at the last moment you remember)
The first thing you'll notice is the complete absence of windows - are you underground? Though you'll encounter quite a few closed doors, there are some rooms for you to look through and maybe catch your breath in. Maybe it's time for a slushie in the dining room? Impatience won't get you anywhere!
And what's better than a sweet drink to bring strangers together? After all, you're not the only one who's crawled out of bed a little late today. Mingle and don't worry too hard about your current predicament!
((The Mastermind will introduce themselves at 7pm EST real time.))
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It's still fucked up, though.
[ His coldness doesn't deter her. She accepts it as nonjudgmentally as she accepted his story in the first place. It's not his fault, after all. He can't help being who he is. No one really can. ]
Plenty of facts are fucked up. Did you know we eat spiders in our sleep? I read that in a magazine, once.
[ It might even be true. ]
But I'm not going to make a production out of it. It's not my life.
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[ the spiders. that sounds like something francesca would do just to see what he would do. ]
...Thanks. [ he means that, at least. he's done being other people's pieces, done being the 'soldier a' that he was meant to be. ] My current life might not be much better than a third rate film, but it's mine all the same. As yours is whatever you want it to be.
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[ No one wants to eat spiders. Maybe other spiders, but that has to be it. ]
And don't mention it. It's the least I can do. [ She smiles, leaning back, and her intensity dials down with the motion. ] Literally.
As for our lives, maybe we should hope your streak of being right keeps up. Things aren't looking so good for our choices.
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[ he gives a casual shrug, as if he had no other choice but to accept the situation as it is. he hasn't given up, but has simply decided to not overstress himself about it.
that's right, this is just like another one of his trials. ]
Worst comes to worst, I'll just ask you to write me an essay about our options.
[ despite the deadpan tone, the comment is, in fact, a joke. ]
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Any time. I'll turn in my best work.
[ She rocks up off the chair and dusts off the dustless front of her jumpsuit, smile still crooked from her laughter. ]
I should let you get back to thinking about those options, huh?