towerofanimus | Impostress: Wake up.

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Impostress: Wake up.

Characters: Klara and whatever stragglers I can lure in~?
Setting: Room 1-09 and nearby.
Format: Klara shines in prose, but action is cool too.
Summary: Impostress wakes up, and for once, her dream was not prophetic.
Warnings: her canon is an obscure, artsy game that would rather describe itself as an 'epidemic simulator.' confusion is an entry rite.

Klara wakes up. There's a vision of her own face bleeding out of her mind's eye, and her ears are straining to hang on to the phantom sound of her own voice - scared and mournful, afraid, but more importantly giving away her next hiding spot. Whatever this day would hold, Inquisitors, mobs, she needed to get there, and oust her -

When her body is listening enough to her for her to jolt upright, she does - and boggles at the white linen sheet that impedes her progress. The bed she'd thieved for the night was anything but the plain white of this one. Had the Bachelor gotten his results while she slept, and followed suit on the threat to drag her to the capitol...?

There's a window here, but all the good it does is for drinking away heat and providing a riveting view of inky black. It's still hours before dawn, of course, because she makes the habit of sleeping only exactly as long as she needs to. Busy schedule as she has. She attempts to slip away quietly, confiscating the notes lain near her for later perusal.

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[Unfortunately for Klara's attempted escape, one of the other women assigned to her room is Hylian, and thus, has quite good hearing. She stirs in her slumber, slowly blinking awake as the other girl moves about.

Quietly, sleepily, she manages to speak up just as Klara is about to leave.]

... It is dangerous out there at night. It would be best to hold off exploration until dawn.

_{[She's got a hand on the doorknob, and considers turning it and leaving despite things - but it's a novel concept to have someone giving her an honest warning again rather than, say, a threat.]}

Dangers that crawl out to see the moon aren't new to me. I can wait, though.

_{[She abandons the door to examine whoever the speaker is - that would be the only person sitting up on a bed, a woman with long ears that do little to astound Klara. She's met Worms. Nobody is surprising after that.]}

[There's a tired little smile in the darkness at that response. Whoever this girl is, she seems quite brave. A good trait to have in this wretched place.]

Is that so. Nevertheless, though they may not be new, they are still quite unpleasant.

[Then the woman tilts her head, squinting a bit to make out the girl's features.]

I presume you have just awoken here - if so, may I have your name? It would seem we are meant to reside within the same dormitory.

Call me Klara, please. Is that really so? I'd never suspected Dankovsky would have so many guests to keep dorms full, so...

_{[No, that wouldn't be like the (antisocial, in her opinion) Bachelor at all. Would he really have had the resources to get two people out of the town in a night, anyway? Her initial thought is turning less and less likely.]}

[Klara. Got it.]

Dankov-- no, I have never heard of that name. It may sound strange, but there is much reason to believe that this place, this tower, is not connected our homelands at all.

[The princess frowns a bit, in thought. How to explain when actually leaving the dorms is so dangerous...]

... You should have received a few letters upon waking. Though I believe their senders are lying, they do give hints as to the nature of this place.

_{[--Oh, the letters! She'd nearly forgotten.]}

I have those! Hold on.

_{[She unfolds both, and and starts looking them over, the longer one first. It's mostly just.. explaining how to live here, and she's reminded of her first conversation with the Executors. Still more bewildered then enlightened, she reads the second one.]}

...

_{[Stunned silence isn't a novel reaction, but Klara recovering from it fast enough to ask a question is:]}

..then, what would be this place's nature?

[Zelda waits patiently as Klara reads the letters, thoughtful frown turning grave at the girl's question.]

In a single word? Dangerous. Our supposed "saviors" seemingly find pleasure in manipulating us, forcing us into sick and horrific games against our will.

[She sighs as the memories of those games come back to the forefront of her mind. But, no, Zelda, this is not the time for being haunted by the past. There are things to be done and said here.]

Escape attempts have been made, but thus far we have no found a route back to our homeworlds or to the outside, for that matter.

So we're trapped like rats running races.

_{[She used to bet on rat races, too. It feels karmic, for a moment, but karma isn't something she trusts, especially when it's been so leveled heavily against her from the onset.]}

I cannot say that is not a fitting analogy.

[Stuck, running around blindly for answers, escape, all while being watched by mysterious and anonymous observers...]

Rats do not often aid one another in their races, however, so I suppose that is where we differ.

Banding together. It sounds novel to me, but I'm not adverse.

_{[She's seen people tear each other apart in a crisis, sure. Working together was a bit of a newer concept.]}

There is something to be said for strength in numbers, after all.

[Not that Zelda's particularly accustomed to not being alone, but hey, it's not like she's going to reject camaraderie.]

Our captors may be able to dictate where we must sleep and what we must eat, but how we interact with one another is solely under our own governance.

_{[Well, she's thought better of going out by now - and sits down with a bit of bounce on her bed. Her bed, really! Even if it's been forced on her to be so.]

So it's not hopeless.}

[She can't help a small smile at that, and she shakes her head.]

If we allow ourselves to think it to be so, then it shall be. It may not be much, but a small glimmer of hope can go a long way.

[She should know. You don't get through seven years of watching your country burn with your sanity in tact without at least a bit of hope in something.]

Suzaku had been slowly recovering from the events of hide and seek, now he had spoken to his roommates and was sleeping in his own room again. Though he was worried about those who had reported having the wrong colour put into their collar, and was confused about the amount of Aradia's running around.

He saw the girl exiting a room on the first floor of dormitories and nodded at her politely.

The door closes behind her with a click. The first thing Klara notices about the tower's halls proper is that it's more of the same she'd seen with the bed: sterile, simple white.

The second thing is the young man giving her a friendly nod. Startled by what constitutes a marked increase in her public relations, Klara stares, then gives a late nod back.

Suzaku noted the lateness of the nod, and while he would usually just continue on he paused. "Is everything alright?"

"Everything's more in order than I expected."

She sounds absentminded when she talks, a bit airy and raspy. She's still half-processing this, really.

Suzaku nodded, taking in the tone, "Did you just wake up?"

"Yes."

She mentally notes that it's the sixth time she's woken up at all.

"I'm unsure whether my morning here is worse than the morning I would have had otherwise. ...But I'd still rather be in that morning."

Suzaku nodded. It had been a long while since he had first woke up here but he knew he would be rather at home, no matter how bad that situation had been. At least he had been working towards making it better, there had been a hope...

"I'm sorry. If you have any questions I can try and answer them for you, I have been here a while."

"Let's see."

Klara runs through a few questions quickly in her head - ones like 'do the Authorities have power here?' 'Is this the inside of the Polyhedron?' 'have you seen a man calling himself Bachelor Dankovsky?'

She settles on something simpler. He wouldn't know any of that, if that was another world...

"..How long have you been here?"

"About seven months," Roughly, it was a little hard to keep track of time here after all. No calendars and not even the sun could be trusted to rise every day.

"Seven!"

She's pretty shocked by that.

Suzaku nodded, "There are those who have been here longer..." And still no one was any wiser to why they were here or how they could escape.

"That's not promising knowledge."

She weaves her hands together, looking nervous.

"For years, even? I wouldn't think a cage would last that long without puncture..."

"I'm not sure about years... the oldest information I can find on the network is not quite a year old... But since this place can change itself at ease I do not doubt they can change information." He looks grim.

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Impostress: Wake up.

Room 1-09; 'sup roomie. (also I am terrible at prose I am so sorry aslfk)

that's why it's optional, neh~ whatever you're more comfortable with.

haha, thank you~ ;w;

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choo choo im the backtag train

/hops on backtag train

chugga chugga chugga chugga~

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choo choo im the backtag train

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