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a bumpy start! {glyphcomm + action}
You wake up to the sound of alarms and a distinct sensation of quaking, and you're quite obviously not where you're supposed to be. This room is strangely shaped, nothing you recognize, and you definitely don't remember how you got here. The room is bathed in soft red light, which might look pretty, except it's blinking in a way that you can probably guess signals danger.
There's a symbol on the back of your hand that you don't remember acquiring, either, but that's probably less important at the moment than the sound of the alarms shrieking and the prerecorded voice speaking over the intercom. It's one of those bland, agender voices, entirely too calm in tone for the message it's relaying:
WARNING
WARNING
IMPACT THREAT DETECTED
EVASIVE ACTION REQUIRED
There’s a loud crash and another violent shaking, as that impact threat collides with the ship’s hull. The warning message continues to repeat on a loop amidst the blaring of the alarm. All passengers should be conscious now, with the noise at such a high volume. Opening your cabin door reveals a nondescript hallway, with five cabin doors on each side for a total of ten on each floor; the doors to the empty cabins are unlocked and inside the cabins hold the same plain, basic furnishings as your own. Halfway into the hallway, there is a lift on one side and a set of stairs on the other.
There's a symbol on the back of your hand that you don't remember acquiring, either, but that's probably less important at the moment than the sound of the alarms shrieking and the prerecorded voice speaking over the intercom. It's one of those bland, agender voices, entirely too calm in tone for the message it's relaying:
WARNING
IMPACT THREAT DETECTED
EVASIVE ACTION REQUIRED
There’s a loud crash and another violent shaking, as that impact threat collides with the ship’s hull. The warning message continues to repeat on a loop amidst the blaring of the alarm. All passengers should be conscious now, with the noise at such a high volume. Opening your cabin door reveals a nondescript hallway, with five cabin doors on each side for a total of ten on each floor; the doors to the empty cabins are unlocked and inside the cabins hold the same plain, basic furnishings as your own. Halfway into the hallway, there is a lift on one side and a set of stairs on the other.
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"That is a very different thing, where I come from."
She doesn't want to go too heavily into it because, well, it's a little complicated in the way that incredibly simple but large things can be.
"If we're talking regions, I'm from the middle of my country, in the farmlands."
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He's not surprised, despite the curiosity in his voice. The world is one that could easily serve any of a number of uses, and though he does raise an eyebrow besides, it's as much idle curiosity as anything. The sort that doesn't really need answering.
"Garlemald was never much blessed with an abundance of farmland. It lies in the middle of a particularly mountainous portion of the continent, you see."
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As Superwoman, primarily but sometimes for the Planet.
"Guess the mountains makes sense with all the layers you're sporting. Gets cold up there, from what I've heard."
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Even if it does mean that layers - or other methods of retaining heat - are very much both necessary and the norm, when it comes to clothing. True, not all of them as opulent as his own clothes, but that's likely to be expected, or so he'd imagine.