happy halloween

[realitymods]

[You wake up in a bedroom. You don't remember it. That's strange. At least the dressers have your clothes in them. There is a hospital ID bracelet on your wrist with your room number, just in case you forget.

Why don't you go outside, wander around? Explore your floor, go down the stairs, check out the other rooms?

You could introduce yourself!

Oh, wait. Introduce yourself? You can't. Because you don't remember your name. You don't remember anything.

Sorry about that.]

[ooc: OCTOBER PLOT, SUCKERS. The hotsprings resort is described here in full]

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[betrayedtwin]

[The occupant of 207 doesn't remain in his room for long. No, he doesn't feel right sitting around trying to remember who he is and why he has this armor and the weapons. Nor can he explain why the sight of the long, big gun actually makes him relieved. For now, he's exploring the building he's in, hoping that maybe something will jog his memory, and is in the stairwell heading up to the roof. In fact, he's just about to pass one of the entrances to the twelfth floor... A part of him feels he should have brought his weapons on this little reconnaissance mission, but so far, he hasn't felt threatened, so he's left both them and the helmet in his room.]

[traitortwin]

[And 1202 pops out of her room. Loudly.]

What the hell is going on?!

[Because clearly she's going to kick someone's ass! She's found this kickass armor and a magnum! She hasn't put her helmet on yet, but you're damn right she's equipped the rest of it. It was in her room? It's hers. Clearly. Even if she... doesn't know who she is. Or why she knows it's her stuff. Or, well, feels like it's her stuff. Whatever. That's why she's demanding answers!

And she happens to spot the back of some guy's head. She narrows her eyes, moves fully into the hallway, and calls out specifically to him.]

Hey. You.

[betrayedtwin]

[Seeing as he's the only other person around here, there's no question about who this stranger is talking to. 207 turns, giving her a quizzical look and opens his mouth to say something--but just continues to gape for a moment. Once he regains his tongue, he says:] Wow, that's... You're real, right? This isn't a trick of some kind?

[Seeing someone else who looks a lot like himself is just...yeah.]

[traitortwin]

[Yeah, when he turns around, her glare is gone. She's stuck gaping too, jaw even dropped just a bit. But after he speaks, she collects herself enough to shake her head, narrow her eyes once again.]

Of course I'm real. [It's snippy, sure, but dismissive as well. Then she pauses for a bit while she studies him a little longer...] Who are you?

[betrayedtwin]

[His eyes don't narrow; he actually begins to smile a bit in wonder.] I don't have any idea. I haven't been able to find anyone who knows.

[His smile fades, though, after a moment. If even this hasn't jogged his memory at all, then what will? The armor didn't, even though it fit him like a glove. And now this person... He feels like he should know her. He scratches the back of his head a bit sheepishly.] To be honest...seeing you, I was kinda hoping you might know.

[traitortwin]

[She shakes her head - slowly at first, but then a little more sharply.]

No. I... don't know either. I just... found this, [she holds up that helmet in her hands for emphasis.] and then I came out here, and-... you-...

[Another sharp shake of her head, and then she's all business again, glaring each way down the corridor.] What the hell is going on here, anyway? There had better be someone else around here.

[betrayedtwin]

Wow... [He runs a hand slowly through his hair. His own helmet's sitting in his room, but it's pretty much identical, even down to the green stripe.]

I don't know. I wish I knew why we're here, why you...and that...[He trails off, gesturing to the helmet] But there are other people here in the same situation as us.

[He smiles faintly] It's weird, but I feel a little better now.

[traitortwin]

[She feels a little better too.]

Yeah? Well good for you. Look, let's start finding some answers, okay? Someone has to know something.

[And she's not even consciously aware that she's trusting this stranger already...]

[betrayedtwin]

Yeah sure. [He smiles easily. This feels natural to him, teaming up with her.] Maybe we'll have better luck together.

[He glances around, then nods his head in one direction.] Come on, let's get moving.