awakening

[deceptura]

wake up.

When you wake, you'll find yourself laying on a cold, hard sidewalk. The gentle sound of rain fills your senses, and you can feel your clothes, damp, clinging to your skin. The sky is still a little bright, but it won't be for much longer. The sun is setting. You rise, and pull the hood of your top over your head to shield you from the rain. The clothes you're in will keep you safe and warm from the cool, rainy weather.

You survey your surroundings. You only vaguely remember where you were before this, and not much else. Though you also remember the gentle voice in your head that offered you an opportunity you didn't want to pass up: The chance to remember who you are.

And perhaps that starts here and now, in this strange futuristic city you've found yourself in.

Not long after you get onto your feet, a screen -- a hologram, for those who would be able to recognize that -- pops up in front of you. A soothing, calming voice speaks to you:

Greetings, [name], and welcome to Harmonia. My name is Abby and I will be your personal assistant. We will be making our way to the DICE building at the heart of the city. I have connected you to your other associates in the instance where you must communicate with them. Please listen and watch carefully as I will be providing you with directions to the location.

Suddenly, the screen changes to a navigational system of sorts. Those who aren't familiar with technology may be at a total loss, bu Abby is here to help.

Directions may be as follows:

Head 40 feet north and make a right onto Cygnus Bridge. After the end of bridge, turn left.

And for anyone who defies Abby, they'll be met with something cryptic. Something worrying.

Something dangerous.

You will follow these instructions if you value your life.

Comments

[nyansensical]

More than you'd hope.

[The voice comes from someone who's just hovering near the door, hair plastered to their face. The rain is kind of awful, huh?]

But I kind of wonder if Abby doesn't know all the details.

[nemesism]

Would hoping for more people be a bad thing in particular? It's not like it's a competition or anything, right?

[ Or at least, he hopes so. It's the only thing he can think about when it comes to bad things involving more people right now. Seeing Kit's drenched face reminds him how his own face feels wet and gross and attempts to wipe it off with his soaked sleeve with not so good results. Hm. ]

But I guess that's true, since it might not have been programmed to know.