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[sinphony]

[ You wake to a comfortable silence, warmth and softness surrounding you. The room is dim, but a little light comes into the room. Should you check, the room has an ornate clock that tells you it is still early-- only a few minutes after seven in the morning. Although it should be no difficult task to assess that this room is unfamiliar to you in every way; your last memories will be a bit herder to focus in on. But the haze will gradually lift and you will be left with a few simple facts.

This bed-- this room is not your own. Nor is it the last place you were.

You are not alone. There are at least two other people sleeping in beds like yours in this room.

Now that you are awake it is time to explore. As you do you will realize just how many others there are in this building. Meet with them and you will probably soon realize none of them know any more than you do. Still-- considering the situation it may benefit you greatly to work together.

It is likely that you will see portraits of some familiarity positioned throughout the building as well as some confusing writing posted in each of your rooms as well as just outside of the Ballroom.

Looking around you will notice that you have practically full reign of the house-- with one exception. It would appear that right now the office is locked. ]

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[bearshercross]

[ I. Diva Suite ]

[ When Haruka Stone awakens, it's to a bed that isn't hers an an unfamiliar ceiling. She groans, then gets up. Huh. Where's her coat? ...Wait, not her room, so it's not on the coatrack near the entrance to the apartment above the shop. She'll look around at her roommates and then drag a hand down her face. ]

...I'm guessing none of you actually live here?

[ II. Exploration Time! ]

[ After getting to know a little bit about her roommates, she'll head off and explore. She first makes note of the supplies down the hall in the infirmary. It looks like they're stocked or awhile. Then, she makes note of the entertainment room with a roll of her eyes, checking over all of the games therein and then checking the kitchen next to it. Huh. Fully stocked. When there's nothing else but bedrooms and a laundry room up here, she'll go explore downstairs and that's when she finds the rules outside the ballroom. She'd missed them in them in their room, somehow, too eager to explore. ]

...Wait, what!? Survive!?

II, outside ballroom

[pervet]

[ ... Uh. Shit, what. He still hasn't found a way out, also. But this gives him serious pause. He's gonna just... meander over and look at these rules. ]

... Hey there, what's all this about? These sound pretty... serious.

[bearshercross]

No idea, but it can't be anything good.

[ In fact, it's downright ominous. She's going to pull a notebook she scavenged earlier out and. Take notes. ]

What the hell kind of place is this!?

[pervet]

[ He scratches his chin a little bit. Hrmmm. ]

... One without any exits, with WAY too many angels missing their halos and wings. Some kind of experimental facility, maybe? Do you remember anything? I seem to be the only one with my usual stuff intact. Granted, the missing halo doesn't say much.

Everyone knows those are just for show.

[bearshercross]

...Uh. I'm just a human. I never had wings or a halo.

[ ...Experimental angel facilities what??? ]

[pervet]

... Hue man?

[ ... What????? ]

So... like... colors, or...?

[bearshercross]

...Human. H-U-M-A-N. We're, uh... We're kind of like angels, which I'm guessing you are? But we're from the terrestrial plane. The celestial plane overlaps ours but we're not as, well... Long-lived as angels. We're also a lot squishier. We make up for it by being a pretty even balance of energies and highly adaptable, though.

[ Ask her where vampires came from, she actually knows that one. ]

[pervet]

I think I only understood about... maybe thirty percent of that. Why the heck would your God make something so frail? That's kind of dumb. And you don't have any utilities! No wings for flying, nothing like that? You mentioned energy, though, so, what... did they at least give you magic?

I thought Gods only made angels and demons, anyway...

[ He rubs the back of his neck, before kinda just... leaning against a wall lazily. ]

[bearshercross]

...Nnnnnnooooo? What the hell do they teach you in angel schools?

[ YOU ARE SO WEIRD. ]

[pervet]

... The... saaaame things they teach literally everyone? The stuff you're created already knowing? The God exists for their World. Then they shape their followers how they see fit to. And for every God, there's a Devil. You know. The whole... oh, what was it... the balance thing. Ahhh, I forget what it's called... I think there was a term for it, though.

[ He just gives her this look, like she's weird. ]

Look, my point is, it's weird? That a God would... not make angels, but something completely different? Like, what purpose would that serve...?

[bearshercross]

...No one created us. We came about naturally through evolution. Life doesn't really... Have a purpose besides to live.

[ ...You sound fucking crazy, Sherbet. ]

[pervet]

... What, so you just... happened? Stuff doesn't just happen. A God has to MAKE it happen.

[ NO HE DOESN'T YOU'RE CRAZY??? ]

[bearshercross]

...Yeah? I mean, I have parents. And sister. We're triplets, though I don't really look like them. They're the identical ones. I'm fraternal.

[ She's not crazy you are ]

[pervet]

... Parents? Sister?

[ Sorry, all of these words are going right over his head. He is giving you the blankest, most confused look he has ever given you out of this conversation to date. ]

I'm starting to feel just a smidge like you're not making any sense. You keep using these words that don't... I mean, what do they even mean? Why is this so complicated?

[bearshercross]

...Do you not have any family? Like, is your mother dead? Your father? Do you just... Not remember them?

[ Even angels are born in her world. ]

[pervet]

... Mother? Father?

[ He pushes back off the wall and finally scrubs his hair a little, sighing. ]

You're so weird. I already told you... whatever those words mean, I was created by my God. That's... that's it. We all were. All of us angels were made the same way. I mean, we all have different roles, but... I came out like this. I've always been this way.

I think... mmm. You know, Wodahs told me once. About the other Worlds. You're probably... from one of them. They're usually not connected like... like this, though. I mean, I've never met anyone from anywhere but the White World.

[ ... Of course it's not the Gray World yet, it was renamed to that after the war. You know, something he couldn't possibly know. ]

[bearshercross]

Other worlds?

[ Like how Heaven and Hell are just alternate planes? ]

Sup roommate

[carnageandclass]

[Not amused by being taken from her own bed. Nope.]

Certainly not. May I ask if you also cannot remember coming into a room such as this?

Re: Sup roommate

[bearshercross]

I went to sleep in my own bed. That's... That's the last thing I remember.

[ After a hard night's work, honestly. ]

[carnageandclass]

Such rudeness on their part. And this room seems to be a bit...loud.

[Look she has some class and what the fuck is even this room. And she's a princess!]

[bearshercross]

Yeah. It definitely is. But hey, the bed's way more comfortable than my bed back home so I'm not gonna complain too much.

[ She'll smile, and then get up and come over. ]

Haruka. Haruka Stone.

[ Handshake? ]

[carnageandclass]

[Seems sweet and innocent enough. Seems. But she will shake her hand.]

Princess Camilla of Nohr, a pleasure to meet you even if the scene says otherwise.

I.

[summitdancer]

What are you trying to imply? Why would one as glamorous as I live in a drab place like this?

[It'd sound like she was insulted if she was smiling.]

[bearshercross]

...This room is actually kinda gaudy.

[ It reminds her of Miyuki's room, honestly. ]

[summitdancer]

I know, I know~ It needs to be plainer, so people know where to look.