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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[wreckitreiner]

[Damn! They recovered quickly yeah but that didn’t stop his head from trobbing like he’d been knocked pretty good on it]

What the hell?

[A ball room? He thought it was one at least, when Bertl and Annie and him were kids they had this story book all about fancy high calls people, children didn’t normally get books so they all shared it. It was honestly the only one he remember getting till they were about fourteen. Looking around he saw the door, this must be the way out.. but.. it was locked.

…

He could probable open it, he was thinking about it. It wouldn’t have been the first time he broke something down this size.]

Just ask if you don't want spoilers!

[toobig]

[Bertholdt's somehow managed to wake up under a table, his long legs sticking out from beneath the elaborate thing, but when he wakes up, groggy, he doesn't notice until he smacks his head off the bottom of it and he lets out a groan.]

What...?

[sweetjeans]

H-hey! What the..?

[opening his eyes to see the floor, having landed right on his face.. scrambling to get up then and looking around, he saw others just not very many… it was something of a ball room like those in the interior]

Alright, very funny.. I don't know shit about dancing so you can let me go now.

YEAH HIT ME

[honestguy]

[ This is Scouting!Legion Jean though, so he's a little... nicer. Ish. And standing kind of awkwardly to the side because, uh, he doesn't really have a plan for this. ]

Ugh, I should probably be out training or something... what a friggin' waste of time.

hey batter batter swing

[springcleaning]

You're damn right you should, cadet.

[He lets out a huff.]

Help me find a way out of here.

/PURIFIED

[honestguy]

Ah, um! Yes, sir! [ Crap crap it's Corporal Levi. ]

Where, uh-- where should we start?

zombie boyfriend marco at your service

[fiftypercentoff]

[Marco hasn't... well, opened his eyes since Trost, so he's surprised when he comes to, even if he can only manage to see out of one eye. Nothing... hurts, even if it looks like it does.]

[He pushes himself up from the floor with his remaining arm and looks around.]

Are... we in the Interior?

jean's ACTUAL NIGHTMARES MADE REAL

[honestguy]

M....Marco?

IM STILL DOING ICONS.............

[fiftypercentoff]

Mm...?

[His eye focuses and he looks up at Jean, smiling after a moment.]

Jean, you're safe!

IT'S OKAY I literally... just got jean a paid because too many faces

[honestguy]

Yeah, that's great and all but HALF OF YOUR FACE IS MISSING!

[sweatsprofusely]

...Are we stuck?

[ When in doubt, defer to Reiner, after all. ]

jean deserves a paid

[fiftypercentoff]

[He stares at him a moment before lifting his hand to his face,, skin going even whiter when he feels the bone and sloughed skin.....]

What....?

he's a made man

[honestguy]

Sh-shit, Marco, I-- [ CRAP HE'S SORRY, HE LIKED THE SMILE BETTER-- ] I don't know how you're even... I mean--!

[ HE'S HAPPY YOU'RE ALIVE, DON'T GET HIM WRONG, JUST...... ]

Does it... hurt?

[springcleaning]

The locks can't seem to be picked, somehow.

We'll have to break down the door.

[fiftypercentoff]

[He shakes his head, slowly standing up and getting his balance.]

No... it doesn't. It should, though... right?

[honestguy]

W-woah, hey...! [ Jean ca't exactly hold his other side, but he sets a hand on Marco's shoulder to help him keep steady. From up close, the wounds are even worse. He's not as... decayed as he was when Jean found him, but-- ] Maybe we should just be glad it doesn't... What the hell... what's the last thing you remember?

[honestguy]

O-okay. [ Gosh intimidating boss what should he even do... ]

Should we try using our 3DMGs to swing into them, or...?

[fiftypercentoff]

I don't... know.

I remember distracting the Titans from you.

[Why can't he remember?]

I don't know...

[wreckitreiner]

Humm.. You know, I can’t say for sure..

[He looked behind them, seeing Levi off in the distance.. it was a little hard but after adjusting he could spot him]

I would try and break it down but.. that short ravioli guy is here……..

[springcleaning]

It won't be effective, the doors are made of thick wood.... Damn Interior bastards building things properly.

[Huff huff huff.]

Try the window.

[honestguy]

Right.

[ he tries the window. he really does. ]

It won't budge...

[honestguy]

That's-- that's okay. Don't worry about it, it's not important. [ Marco's death had been unimportant, that was the whole problem with it. ]

Are you...? Shit, I can't ask if you're okay but... [ You know it was bad before when Jean actually prefers the way Marco looks down to the way his corpse had been that day... ] Do you... I mean, I made it out okay. Trost was a success. [ He squeezes Marco's shoulder just a bit. ] Everybody made it out okay.

[ He doesn't say "everyone but you." ]

[sweatsprofusely]

That might not... be the best idea.

[ If anyone could kill them, it'd be him. Or Mikasa... ]

[springcleaning]

Tch. Whoever built this is a fucking jackass.

We need to get out of here.

[fiftypercentoff]

Everyone.... good.

[He smiles again then.]

I'm so happy!