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.

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?

[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. ]

[sweatsprofusely]

[ It's not even that hot... why is he sweating so much... Well, we all know that. ]

[ Bertolt is just gonna... try and blend in with the walls. Maybe if no one notices him, he can just leave. ]

[killingthemtitans]

[It says something, that waking up sprawled on the polished floor of a room larger than the whole street he'd grown up on with no memory of how he got there doesn't even rank in the top five of the worst places Eren had ever woken up. He's curled on his side in a small alcove, dust motes skittering in front of his eyes as he half lids them, keeping a watch on the others present with a tense wariness, not intending on bringing himself to their notice until he's worked out a little more about what the hell is going on.]

[petral]

[ petra doesn't really make a huge fuss of coming to without knowing how she got here. it looks like people are having fun anyway. now... she doesn't consider herself very shy, but right now she kinda just... blends in with the walls. yeah, she's just gonna stay and observe. ]

[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?

[no_longer_caged]

Is this some kind of weird dream?

[Eren looks around at the unfamiliar surroundings. It's just odd for him to be left unguarded. The sound of someone trying to break down the door gets his attention.}

Captain?