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sixthiterationlogs2019-02-10 09:17 pm
thevulnerability) wrote in sixthiterationlogs2019-02-10 09:17 pm
won't let the waves wash me away
WHO: Chloe Decker
WHERE: South Villiage Fountain | Town Hall | Hot Springs
WHEN: Beginning February 10th, from the day she arrives to a couple days later
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Nothing, will update if needed
WHERE: South Villiage Fountain | Town Hall | Hot Springs
WHEN: Beginning February 10th, from the day she arrives to a couple days later
OPEN TO: OTA
WARNINGS: Nothing, will update if needed
I. THE FOUNTAIN
It's a blessing she long ago learned how to swim in the unpredictable waves of the ocean, because Chloe isn't convinced she wouldn't have drowned just on account of the shock it was to wake up submerged in water. Most of it is a blur now, with clarity arriving only when she is finally pulling herself out, her fingers desperately clinging to the lip of the fountain even as she alternates between gasping for breath and gagging as she forces water out of her lungs. Eventually, she's prone on the ground, eyes staring up into the sky as she tries to force herself to breathe normally, but by then, the fountain-created trauma is now being quickly obscured by general panic, because she has no idea where the hell she is.
Finally finding the strength to push herself onto her knees, she palms wet hair from her face and takes in the uniqueness of her surrounding. This definitely isn't Los Angeles. With her adrenaline waning, she's starting to feel the cold, and the common sense part of her brain is telling her that she needs to get up and get inside, but that small voice is overshadowed by her shock and confusion. Finally, she forces herself to stand up, a bit more wobbly on her feet than she'd like but it's a step in the right direction.
It's then that she feels the weight on her back and she stares down at her shoulder, her forehead wrinkling in confusion as she slips it off of her. "Wha... Why am I wearing a fricking backpack?"
Because that is, of course, the most important question at the moment.
II. TOWN HALL
She's (sort of) clean and dry, and she swapped out her wet creepy scrubs for the equally offensive overalls and undershirt, with the provided coat as an additional layer. Chloe hasn't stayed down for the count long, though; she's already poking around, trying to orient herself to her new surroundings.
Eventually, she finds her way into the town hall, her still somewhat waterlogged hiking boots sucking pathetically against the floor as she rounds into the main room. She's moving slowly, slow enough that her demeanor could be considered timid, but her sharp and narrowed eyes speak to a more confident wariness as she examines the room around her.
"Hello?" Oh, yeah, she's also holding a giant stick she found in the woods, you know, just in case.
III. HOT SPRINGS
Just because she has no idea what's going on doesn't mean she can't take a break. After she's had a little time to settle in and get some more information about the settlement and the surrounding area, Chloe decides to pay a visit to the hot springs. She's been constantly cold, and she feels gross, and a dip in some warm water seems like the least she could do for herself while she tries to grasp what she's going to do next.
Blissfully, it looks like there isn't anyone there when she arrives, especially since she realizes she didn't entirely think through what she was going to wear when she got in the water. Her internal monologue starts a fight between paranoid modesty and practicality and the latter finally wins over, resulting in Chloe depositing everything but her cotton bra and underwear on the rocks before she wades into the water.
She's already starting to feel better once she settles in, letting out a breath as she rests her head against a rock and closes her eyes. This is precisely the kind of respite she needed, although her peace probably is not destined to last for long.
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So if Chloe feels ready to handle it all, she can start with the Observer "gifts," move on to the weather and environmental changes, and finish with the simulation change.
"We've given our captors the name 'the Observers,' mostly because no one I know has ever met them. We've had various levels of contact with them, usually in the form of directions on our wristbands or in note forms. They may or may not be in control of everything on this planet, but either way, they play a key role in our perceptions."
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Thus, she gives Beverly her full attention, but she doesn't take any measures to hide concerned look on her face.
"So, I take it they're the ones who brought us here to begin with?" That doesn't explain how any of this is possible, but it does at least, sort of, explain the why. "What kind of directions and notes are they sending people?"
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"That's the going theory," she admits. Truth be told, they aren't entirely sure, but that's as good a theory as anything else. "Things like what to make for someone else or supplies to gather or even just to meet someone. Once last year, there was a bonfire and we were given small tasks. Tell a ghost story. Meet someone new. Make a friendship bracelet. And after that night, this building was suddenly rebuilt without any of us touching it. Sometimes one of us will find boxes of supplies in our residence. So, it's not all bad news."
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"Friendship bracelets? So the consensus is this is either a hostage situation or a really corny sleepaway camp?"
To be fair, she hates both of those things pretty similarly.
"And we have no idea what they actually want from us?"