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.

"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?"

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