We're Open! Time for Introductions!

[springcleaning]

[When Levi comes to, he's in a large room, like a ball room up in the Interior that they host galas in. He doesn't feel injured or tired, why did he pass out? Lifting himself to his feet he finds... that the doors are locked.]

This is fucking bullshit. Whoever did this is gonna be in a world of pain.

[He can't pick the locks and no matter how hard he tries they can't be kicked down. Looks like he's stuck.... As well as everyone else that shows up.]

Welcome to Shingeki no Dressing!
This is the introduction post! Post your character waking up and mingle around!

Comments

you should stop making me ship these two btw

[springcleaning]

You fucking better.

[He doesn't know if he could. Uh, handle that again.]

whispers never

[petral]

So.. uhm. How have you been doing? I got some details from Hange, but...

[ more about titans, less about the corps. ]

whispers what if he still has that letter

[springcleaning]

But she just talked your ear off about her precious fucking babies, or whatever.

[He feels u, Petra.]

I can't say we've been all right, but we found a ton of shit out.

ooooh nooooo ; a;

[petral]

Yeah...

[ oh, hange. ]

That's good. I'm glad.

what.....if.......

[springcleaning]

Three more kids like that brat Jaeger. The walls are Titans.

theres too man what ifs about these two hhh...

[petral]

[ she stares. ]

I'm sorry, corporal, but that leaves me with more questions than answers.

[springcleaning]

Ask away. I don't have anything better to do until we figure a fucking way out of here.

[petral]

... The walls?

[springcleaning]

Inside of 'em. That...

[A pause. What will happen if he mentions the Female Titan?]

[....]

The Female Type Titan smashed a hole in the wall of the Interior and there was a Titan's face beneath it.

[petral]

She got inside of the walls?

[ that's her initial reaction, then... ]

Did you.. capture her?

[springcleaning]

Yeah. Trapped herself in more of that fucking crystal though, Zoe can't get it open.

[petral]

I.. see...

[ she nods. ]

At least she isn't still rampaging around. That's good...

[my_martyrdom]

* Waking up with a startle, blue eyes stare at the underside of a table that has a cloth draped over it. Thankfully with how small she is, it was like being in a small cave that gave her a small moment to try and gather her wits about her.

Slowly, she pushes the cloth of the table up and peeks out from under to make sure the area was safe. Upon seeing familiar faces, she begins to worry all the more.

How did someone grab them and put them in a ballroom? Were they under attack? Did the officers try to hide them away? Too may questions were piling up. *

What's...going on?

[toobig]

[Bertholdt sees Christa from across the room, when he's getting up from the table he too woke up under. Rubbing his head a little (having hit it when he got up,) he came over. This wasn't where they were meant to end up, but Christa was with them when... whatever had happened happened, and he lifts the cloth of the table up to peer down at her when he walked over.]

Christa...?

[my_martyrdom]

* Worried eyes continue to dart around, hoping to find at least some bit of explanation for what was going on. So far, nothing.

She lets out a small squeak when she hears her name and peeks waaaay up at him. *

Bertholdt! You're here, too?

Were we rounded up as we slept? * Shuffling shyly, she comes out from under the table and stands up. She pats herself down and makes sure there's nothing out of the ordinary then looks him over. *

You're not hurt, are you?

[toobig]

Not... sure what's going on, to be honest. Bunch of people are here. Reiner and... some officers...

[He shrugs, looking away while she neatens herself up. It seems she woke up under the snack table, so he'll reach over her head for a bit of cheese to nibble on.]

I think I'm okay. You're... dryer than I thought you'd be.

[my_martyrdom]

Ah... I was hoping Ymir would be here.

* She's pretty used to people reaching over her head for things. Sometimes even stepping on her since she's often out of their field of view.

Her eyes cast down and her shoulders slump, drawing the memory of what happened before she blanked out and woke up back within what seems to be the walls. Was that all some horrible dream before? *

Eh? * Peeks down at herself and pats her clothes. Not a tear nor a scratch. * I honestly thought it was all just a dream. . .

[toobig]

I don't... think it was.

[Just gonna eat some of this food while they talk. It's not rude, right?]

I didn't... see her. She's not in the room anywhere...

[my_martyrdom]

I was afraid of that. * Knits her brow in worry and looks around again, as if the umpteenth time will suddenly bring Ymir to where they were. *

She has to be on the outside trying to figure a way to get to us. She's not the kind to just idly sit around.

[toobig]

Nah... that'd be me, probably.

[He's honest about it.]

She'll come after you, at least. She almost... popped my head off trying to get back to you, earlier.

[my_martyrdom]

* Blinking at that, she glances up at him curiously. *

She tried to do what? Y-You weren't hurting here, were you?

[toobig]

She didn't have her gear... So I was carrying her on my back.... And she strangled me a little.

[He rubs his neck awkwardly.]

[my_martyrdom]

Ah, I see.

She um, does have quiet a grip sometimes, doesn't she? Sometimes she rolls over in her sleep ad grabs me and I nearly suffocate.

[toobig]

Reiner does that too.

[my_martyrdom]

* Despite their differences and the way their lives are going at the moment, she tries to offer a sympathetic smile *

I guess that's something we have in common.