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!

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[springcleaning]

[Levi's been looking around, finally seeing Reiner across the hall and sauntering over.]

Hey.

[honestguy]

Yeah. I'll try to think of something, I guess. Let me know if you need my help with anything, sir.

[fiftypercentoff]

Jean?

[Marco, well... half of Marco is there, coming over to Jean where he's laying on the floor.]

Jean! Are you okay?

[He looks a little off balance.]

Jean, you're alive...

[honestguy]

[ Yeah that smile would be cute and not creepy if it weren't... Marco's mauled body doing it. He's half-sweet? ]

I'm sorry I wasn't there. You... you deserved better.

too late shhhh

[schild]

That you, Bertl? [ Reiner bends down, sticking his head under the table to look for Bertholdt. ]

Everything alright?

[fiftypercentoff]

I'm... just happy everyone else is safe.

[He can't say more than that, though. Not really.]

Don't blame yourself.

oops

[toobig]

Yeah...

[He rub his head. There's no broken skin, so there's no steam or anything. It'll just hurt for a while.]

I just hit my head is all.

[springcleaning]

If only one of those Titan brats were here... at least they'd be useful, for once.

[honestguy]

I don't! [ It's quick-- mostly the truth. ] I really... there probably wasn't anything I could do, I know.

I just wish we knew how it happened. [ Jean's hand drops from Marco's shoulder. ] I miss you, man.

[schild]

What're you doing under there, anyway? [ Reiner smiles. ] Playing hide and seek?

[fiftypercentoff]

Me too... I really.. don't remember.

[He looks thoughtful a moment, before pulling Jean into a one armed hug, making sure his mangled side isn't touching him, not wanting to making him sick.]

When everything went dark, I just hoped you were okay. I'm so happy you got out alive...

[honestguy]

Titans are the last thing we need-- the building could come crashing down. Even Eren couldn't save us then.... Sir.

[honestguy]

Ah-- [ Jean takes it, he wraps left arm over Marco's intact side-- careful not to brush too far and hurt him. ] I'm fine. I was fine. You're the one who.... goddammit.

[toobig]

No... I just woke up here.

[He crawls out from under it, rubbing his head still and getting his bearings.]

Where are we?

[schild]

I don't... really know. [ Reiner offers Bert a hand to help him stand. ] Some sort of building, I've never seen one like it before.

[toobig]

Did you just wake up here too?

[He stands up and stretches.]

It... looks fancy...

[schild]

Yeah. There's punch. [ Which Reiner has already tried, of course. ] It's like a watered down juice. It's sweet.

[toobig]

Sweet?

Maybe... it's the Interior?

[It looks fancy enough. Bertholdt will try some too. Seems he hit his head off the snack table.]

Maybe... we can find Annie now...

[schild]

Yeah. They probably added sugar or something to it-- it's not like, regular juice.

[ Reiner nods though. No one's tried to kill them yet, at least. ]

Could be. We can have a look around and see if she's here too.

[toobig]

It's good...

[It's really good! He has another small cup. Oh... there's food too!]

Look at these things.

[He picks up a cookie.]

We'll find her... I'm sure she's... here.

[schild]

Yeah, they really don't skimp on anything in the interior, huh?

[ Reiner grabs another cup too, eyeing the cookies. ]

They any good?

[ Guess who's totally more interested in food than... Annie. He just forgets ok. ]

[toobig]

[Bertholdt... doesn't really blame him. They're really good.]

There's fruit in them, I think. They're... [Swallows.] Wow, they're good.

[schild]

Let me try. [ Reiner grabs one of the cookies, chomping it down in one bite. ]

Aw man, these are great! Where'd they get this much fruit for these?

[combovers]

[ The Commander will be waking up.... in the presidential suite. Aw, yes. Living it up.

A shame he can't exactly find it in his good conscious to indulge in the luxuries presented by the room. Instead he'll simply pocket the key and be on his way, navigating the various hallways and rooms with a meaningful pace. Panicking? Oh, no. Running around to see if he can find anyone? Nonsense. First thing is first when presented with a completely novel area. He must identify the entrances and exits, the blind spots along the corners of the hallways, and create a mental map of the place. While an entire mental image would be impossible of such a large building, he does what he can to essentialize.

This does mean he will be listening upon every door for activity before entering a room. Run into him while. While he's listening on the door to the women's locker room. Or while he's examining a room full of ducks made out of porcelain. What kind of room is this, even...

It's all for precautionary and strategy measures, he swears. ]

[deviantlyhates]

[ Waking up somewhere strange and different is cause for alarm, yes, but after a brief look around she determines she's not in immediate danger. Besides. Waking up in the center of the library, she couldn't be more lucky, or so she thinks. For as it turns out, she's missing that familiar pressure upon the bridge of her nose, that is, her glasses. At first she makes do without them, reading this and that and the other again, but then her eyes grow tired of straining themselves.

And so the search begins for glasses or something she can use in place of them, first throughout the most logical place, the library she's in right now. After determining that they're not in this large room, she begins to search elsewhere. The search itself is useful, for by doing so she'll be able to survey a good part of this place. As this is practically an adventure, she will never grow less cheerful throughout her endeavor.

The other new residents here may encounter her during her hunt, perhaps feeling a light tap on the shoulder and then hearing the question-- ] Have you seen a pair of glasses somewhere?

[ Because why would she have come to with everything else, including her gear, but without her glasses? It just didn't make sense. ]