caveofsapphires | Today is the first day of the rest of your lives [ opening post ]

WHO: EVERYONE. NPCs will be around to actively engage if you so desire.
WHAT: Sleepers wake and begin to figure out just what, exactly, they are supposed to do with themselves. tl;dr: REACTION POST for new characters to get out and mingle.
WHERE: Everywhere. Mostly the living quarters, but really: anywhere you want.
WHEN: The first week, April 1st through April 7th.
WARNINGS: Travis Touchdown (Ryan LeCourt) has quite a mouth on him.
NOTES: This is a serious game, guys. WE’RE SUPER SRS HERE. ~~This may be a lie.~~

Shimmering blue blanketed the underground city as the light reflected off the sapphires in the ceiling. It cast its eerie glow, almost mimicking the effect of light on water without the sort of freeing peace one might feel with the soft ocean waves. Figuring out how deep down the city was located was near impossible when the air was obviously heated to something approaching comfortable, and nothing seemed to echo too far past the quiet hum of the city.

Workers made their way down the street, every one with a Sleeper in tow. Something that would have been unheard of only a few days ago, now more likely than one would think. They intended to start slow, but considering how many others were still in cryo, this was a laidback pace.

At least the kid liked the shake. A lot, in fact. "Heeey, slow down. There's this thing called 'brain-freeze', I dunno if you've heard of it?" Snow grinned, chuckling at Thresh's enthusiasm. "You act like you've never had a milkshake before."

At the introduction, one hand lifted to scratch at the back of his neck. "Pretty sure I'm supposed to go by Shiloh, here."

At the advice, Thresh slowed down, pausing to respond instead of downing the milkshake as fast as possible, "I haven't. They don't have these where I come from." Or anything at all.

At the introduction, Thresh shruged. "They said something about that, but I don't remember what they said they changed my name to. Something stupid." He turned and looked at 'Shiloh' "What's your real name?"

To his confession, Snow let out a laugh. "You're kidding. Tell me you've had fries before, 'cause kid, you've been missing out." Even as he spoke, Snow was reaching up to the touch-screen display and clumsily ordering up a basket of fries, too. That'll be out in a couple of minutes. Until then, it's time for some blatant disregarding of Cave Rule Number 1.

"I'm Snow." And it was fantastic to hear that he wasn't the only one who wasn't sold on all of this.

"The hell are fries?" Thresh turns his head to stare blankly at Snow. "I'm from 11." As if that explains everything. Which, granted, had he been back home it would have.

"Good name, better than 'Shiloh'." Thresh snorted, taking another sip of his milkshake before continuing. "That sounds Capitol." Because only the Capitol would be stupid enough to name their kids something like that.

"Eleven? Capitol?" He echoed the terms, sounding a little confused. "I think something might've got lost in translation. I've never heard of either of them." Well, obviously 11 is a number and Cocoon (where he's from) has a capitol city, but that obviously wasn't the same.

And it's right about then that a fresh basket of fries slid out of the food hatch. Snow snatched it right up, stealing one for his own mouth before setting them in front of Thresh. "Look out though, they're kinda hot." And now that he could taste the fry in his mouth, he added, "And they need more salt."

His eyes searched the counter for some sort of salt shaker, but to no avail thus far.

"Eh," he shrugged. "I think we're from different 'dreams'." Not that he had met anyone from his own 'dream', yet. "Eleven's my home District, Capitol rules over the Districts."

Heat hadn't stopped Thresh from eating anything before, and it wasn't going to now. That said, the fry scalded his tongue, and he took a desperate sip of his milkshake to try and sooth the burn. "They're good."

Snow grinned. "What'd I tell you?" There was a life lesson to be learned here: Always accept food from Snow.

He had to ask now, though. "What else did you, uh, 'dream' about?" Because already it sounded a whole lot different than where he's from.

"There was a war, then the Capitol ruled, Districts rebelled, one died, twelve remain, now we have to send tributes to the Games every year." Stated so plainly, one might miss the fact that the Games had an ominous ring to it.

This wasn't helped by the fact that Thresh was starting to experiment with his food, and dipped a fry into his milkshake, to see if he liked it that way.

"You?"

Today is the first day of the rest of your lives [ opening post ]

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