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[badfeyth]

WHO: Ghost (badfeyth), Reno (astraphilia) , Johanna (keepgodwaiting) , Lestat (perfectdevil) , Alhaitham (justscribing) , and Kaveh (fussiest) .
WHAT: The "Monologue With The Moon" player plot!
WHERE: [emphatic shrug]
WHEN: 1/6/24
WARNINGS: Possible references to murder, violence, related dark themes, medical equipment, Omelas Kid™ Scenarios, shady institutions and their operations, etc.

You are standing in a nondescript, space-age sort of room; the walls are a silver metal so polished that you can almost see shadows of a reflection in it, and the floor is likewise sturdy and reinforced. There are two Star Trek-style sliding doors leading out of the room, one on the left wall and one on the right. Both are currently in open position, enabling you to see out into the corridor beyond; it looks pretty much the same out there as your surroundings in here. Maybe there are doors; you'd have to look closer to check.

Currently in the room with you is a pretty normal-looking wooden podium that's clearly seen some use (though in what ways, you'd have to look more closely at it to determine), and a very abnormal-looking escape portal that's just kind of floating in midair, definitely big enough for even a very tall human to walk through, but for the fact that it's behind an impenetrable forcefield. You're welcome to hurl yourself at this, hit it, whatever, all that you want, but unfortunately it ain't budging under any method currently available to you or your party.

Really, your circumstances look something like this:

The other thing you might notice is that your clothes have received a slight glam-up, in the sense that clipped to a pocket, lapel, belt loop, or other convenient area of your attire is some sort of ID card. That might be worth having a look at.

Speaking of having a look at things, maybe you ought to look around?

Comments

[fussiest]

[ well, understandable. kaveh lifts his head from where he'd been carefully making his way, cheek-to-the-wall, discerning shadows from form. he shakes his head. ]

I can't discern anything that may open this door along the wall. There must be another trick to it. If you see anything that resembles a button or a latch, or even something metaphorical to the opening of a locked and seamless door - well, I don't need to tell you to give it a look.

[justscribing]

So you want me to push buttons first and ask questions after?

[fussiest]

I told you to look - since when did you look with your hands, hm?

[justscribing]

Not everything can be experienced through vision alone. Some things are better understood through touch. Surely an architect would understand that.

[fussiest]

An architect also knows better than to trigger the traps designed by one. Look first with your eyes, Alhaitham. if you so choose to touch it afterward, then it's hardly my problem. Clear enough for you?

[justscribing]

You're going to make something not your problem for once? But I was always going to do what I want.

[And then Kaveh's going to be the one to slap his ID card on a button on instinct anyway.]

[fussiest]

Yes, yes, because you only ever do what you want. Alright, then. Right now, I want you to want to go and look at some hallway or another. We're not getting out of here any sooner by discussing it.