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[grip_on_reality]

[403 has had enough of being cooped up in that strange bathhouse. after all, when you're thrown into a weird situation, the first thing you do is explore, and that's exactly what she intends to do. with that plan in mind, she heads outside, stepping onto the Plane itself. for a moment she frowns at the ground, tapping it with her foot] What the hell is this?

[with no answers forthcoming, she continues forward, looking around her suspiciously] Some sort of...city? [she murmurs the words to herself as she looks around at the nearest buildings. her lip curls] Well, at least there's plenty to see.

[but before she sets out to explore one of those buildings, she cups her hands around her mouth and calls:] Oi! Anybody out 'ere?

[she waits a moment, her expression wry as she mutters:] We can probably rule out an egomaniac. They'd 'ave 'ad more to say by now... [but, cupping her hands, she gives shouting one more go before setting off on her own] Anybody around? Hello?

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[ex_oneiromancer912]

Hello? [Hi, Morgana still has her knife. But she lowers it, because Menzies seems like one of their own.] I see you're trying to learn about this place as well.

[grip_on_reality]

[she tenses at the sight of the knife. unfortunately for her, the Plane stripped her of her police equipment as it would have been too large a clue to her identity, so she isn't armed. but when Morgana relaxes, she does a bit, too. she nods] Yeah. I take it you can't remember anything either?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She shakes her head.] Nothing at all, not even my name.

[grip_on_reality]

Me neither. [she holds up her arm to show her wristband] 403, unless you can think of anything better. You?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She shows hers.] 806.

[grip_on_reality]

All right, 806. [she points at the bar] There's a building over there. How 'bout we start with that?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[806 nods. Her knife is out again (she wants a sword, knows that such a weapon would feel right in her hand, but the knife will do) as she approaches it. She opens the door and steps in]

[There is the bottle on the table, but nothing terrible.]

It looks as if whoever lives here likes to drink.

[grip_on_reality]

[403 follows her, looking around the room curiously as they enter] Heh, no surprise there. This looks like a pub.

[she walks over to the bar, taking a look at the selection behind it. she whistles] How's this for variety! Wine from 1885 on Earth next to...something green...from thirty-thousand si--[but she stops abruptly, tilting her head. she thought she heard something]

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[Morgana stops, eyes moving to Menzies.] Is something wrong?

[grip_on_reality]

Don't you hear that? Shh. [she holds up a hand to silence Morgana, still listening. after a brief moment, she asks in confusion:] Was it...windy out there?

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She listens, but...] I don't hear anything.

[grip_on_reality]

[confused] But it's... [she pales, rushing to look out the door, but there's nothing out there. she's starting to get rather frantic now] I can hear it! A storm coming. Can't you hear it!? [she's yelling now, shouting over the wind in her head] Don't you feel that!? [she pushes the door shut, slamming it against the illusion of wind, but it does no good] It's in this room!

[ex_oneiromancer912]

[She's startled by that passion, that fear, and she takes a step back.]

There isn't anything here!

[betrayedtwin]

[Some time later, 207 is out exploring. For some reason, the area outside the bathhouse is both impressive and worrisome. He's not entirely sure why, but having the nice, big rifle with him (in addition to the body armor) is comforting while he's out and about. It feels natural to be in his hands, and considering he doesn't remember anything else about himself, this is a plus.

Eventually, he happens upon a woman near one of the buildings and heads towards her, absently putting the rifle on his armored back.]

Hi there! Doing some looking around too, huh?

[grip_on_reality]

[she raises an eyebrow at the armed--and armoured--man, but at his question, she realises he's one of them and relaxes a bit]

Yeah. Wouldn't want our captors holding all the cards, after all. Who are you, then? Military? [it's what the armour makes her think of, at least]

[betrayedtwin]

[He shrugs] Maybe? I haven't seen any kind of like...dog tags or anything else to identify me as such. Well, the gun might. [Glances at it out of the corner of his eye.] It's weird, but...it feels natural to have it with me.

What about you? Any idea what you were before coming here?

[grip_on_reality]

So you don't know either. [she's a little disappointed, though she supposes she shouldn't be surprised. after all, no one else has had any memories]

[while she's not exactly comforted by his fondness for his gun, his manner at least seems genuine--and non-threatening. she starts forward to meet him. but at his question, she shakes her head] Not a clue. I 'aven't got anything on me. So, soldier, where were you 'eaded? Anywhere specific?

[betrayedtwin]

[He isn't fond of it, per se. It just...feels like something he should have with him. But at her question, he just shrugs.] No idea. Hadn't decided yet. Had a couple ideas, though. Like that building I saw not too far away from here. I checked it out a little earlier through this thing and saw books. Might be able to find something there.

[grip_on_reality]

[interested] What, some sort of library? Could tell us more about this place, at least. [she gestures] Which way? And did you see anything else there?

[betrayedtwin]

Yeah, it must be. [He starts forward, pointing in the direction of the library as he walks.] It's not even one klick away from here, and no, I didn't see anything else aside from shelves filled with books and a few chairs. But that place is pretty big. Four stories, I'm betting. It might take us a while to get through it all.

[grip_on_reality]

Then we'd better get started. [she matches his pace, setting out with determination for the library. after all, it sounds like a good opportunity to find some answers--and that's something she's desperately looking for right now]

[as they make their way there, she glances at her companion] So, what's your number?

[because it's not a name, so she isn't going to refer to is as such]

[betrayedtwin]

Uh... [He steals a look at his wrist as he walks.] "207". I've had some time to think about it, and the number still doesn't mean anything to me. At least when I look at the armor, it tells me that I must be a soldier of some kind. Who else would need it, you know? [He glances ahead, the library looming closer] What about you? What's yours?

[grip_on_reality]

403. [she shakes her head] Just a room number, far as I can tell. And like I said, I 'aven't got anything on me.

[unless you count the fact that she's wearing a business suit, but considering the number of office jobs in the world, she considers that even more vague than "military"]

[she keeps pace with him as they head up to the library's entrance]

[betrayedtwin]

[He really has no idea where to begin to think about what she might do for a job, especially with her clothing. It feels...old to him for some reason, and he's not sure why. Thoughts for another time!]

[He cranes his neck a bit as he looks up the library facade.] Wow, this place is a lot bigger up close, huh? [He takes a couple steps forward and holds the door open for her.] After you.

[grip_on_reality]

Suppose libraries 'ave to be, if they're worth their salt. [she nods to him, heading inside]

[as she walks through the front foyer and into the stacks, she steps cautiously, keeping an eye all around them with practised ease. but they're not far from the entrance when she catches sight of a bowl of candy on a table. at the sight of it, she lets out a soft, involuntary gasp, tensing. it's a reflex response; she has no idea why a perfectly ordinary bowl of candy is unnerving her. but she changes course, breaking out into a jog toward that table]

[when she gets there, she sees a newspaper clipping next to the bowl. picking it up, she reads it over quickly to herself--and her expression swiftly changes to one of horror. her hands shake as she finishes reading the words printed on the page, and she continues to gape at the clipping, reading over it again as though she thinks that might affect the story. but the same horrifying words and photo stare back at her unchanged]