❛ the lazy writers roleplay ❜ (Invite only)

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[Woogwoo Wren]

Maria Wright, Callum McKenzie, Katrina Wilson, Lance Patterson, Arthur Pendragon

Maria was the first to wake, uncurling herself from the ball position she slept in. She groaned, flattening out her hair and trying to remember what had happened. Everything was going as normal then there had been a light, and... nothing. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she looked about her. She was in a small room, with only one door on it. Lying in the room where her friends; Lance, Callum, Katrina and Arthur. They seemed to be alone.
The others began to wake, Callum stirring first. Slowly, they stood, looking around in confusion.
"What happened?" Callum asked, laying an arm over Katrina's shoulder. She scowled and shrugged him off.
"Dunno," she said, shrugging. "What's through the door?"
Arthur had found the dagger he kept on him at all times and had drawn it, moving towards the door.
"Let us find out, friends," he said, laying a hand on the door. Maria moved to Lance, who was looking around in shock.
Arthur pushed the door opened, leaping through with the dagger out in case there were any enemies on the other side. The room was empty. It was much larger than the last, numerous doors leading off it. The walls were red and white polka dotted, and the only furnishing was a table in the centre of the room. Arthur frowned, relaxing a little when he saw there was no one else. He turned marking the door they had come through with a cross and stepped fully into the room, the others following him.

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(Okay, that was long. I probably won't make each of my answers that long, and you don't have to make them that long! So, everyone starts in small rooms with the others from their stories. They come through into the main room where everyone meets.)

[Silver Pandorica]

Vivian, Indigo, Sorren

Vivian opened her eyes slowly. What had happened? She had been going down to the stream with Coraline when...she didn't remember exactly. Ugh, not this again. She hated this whole "waking up in a mysterious place" thing with no recollection of how and why. A noise beside her drew her attention. "Sorren? Is that you?" She was amazed. Vivian hadn't seen him since Alexa took him to the boys' camp. At the mention of his name, the brown-haired boy popped his head up. "Yep, that's my name." He sounded happy to see her, but also bored, like he'd already been awake for a while. Another boy, on the other side of Sorren, turned his head towards her. "Hey, you're up, mate. We've been waitin' for ya." The boy was friendly and maybe a little too happy to be waking up in this odd place. Sorren must have noticed her confusion. "That's Indigo. He's the leader of our camp." Indigo waved, then hopped up. Vivian was about to ask where they were when Indigo spoke. "No idea how we got here, but let's check it out." Before she could get a word in he pushed the door open to reveal a couple people in a bigger, polka-dotted room. All three teens drew their weapons. Indigo his bow, and Vivian and Sorren their daggers.

[ArtsheepNZ]

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The first thing Oscar felt when he woke up was the painful throbbing sensation in his head. He drew both hands to his temples, wincing silently. It took him a moment to force his eyes open, but when he did- he almost winced again. The surrounding walls were plastered with what looked like- polka dot wallpaper... It was almost as bad as the striped walls of his sister's room. The anthro stopped. The room he had been in just before hadn't had polka dot wallpaper...
Swinging his long tail around he pushed himself to his feet, pressing his right paw against the rough wall to keep himself upright. Where was he?
He couldn't remember what had happened- just that he'd been doing his own thing before... However he'd gotten here.

ack i have writers block x__x
that awkward first post oh well
anybody wanna bump into this nerd~? ;w;

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[DeMaizu]

Orion


Orion winced as he opened his eyes, raising a hand to his throbbing head. Where was he? It wasn't the Loft, and it wasn't That Place - so where? He looked around, trying to ignore the pounding in his brain.
A door. He spotted it when he turned around; a simple thing, wood planks stuck together with a latch to turn. He went towards it aprehensively, hoping whatever was behind wasn't something waiting to bite him. Slowly, he opened the door to find a much bigger room than the one he'd previously been in, people already gathering around a table in the middle of the red-white polka-dotted walls.

[NyxxofStars]

It was everywhere. He could taste it, smell it, feel it all around him. The overpowering stench filled his nose as the foul metallic taste filled his mouth, eyes, ears. He was going to drown, he was going to die. He couldn't hold his breath any longer. He twisted and turned and opened his mouth to breathe--

Cael awoke with a sharp gasp, finding his cheek pressed to a cold slab of concrete as his stocky limbs sprawled out haphazardly across the floor. His bright brown eyes slowly focused on the grey concrete as he lay quietly for just a moment, letting his heart rate slow. As he calmed down, he thought vaguely about the day ahead. Just another day of collecting food and supplies before hitting the road he supposed. Time to get going if he wanted to make it to the beach before the end of the summer. The beach. Suddenly filled with energy, the boy immediately jumped to his feet and started singing cheerily as he picked up his belongings, which were scattered across the floor for some reason. Not that Cael noticed or thought it odd that they had not been that way when he went to sleep the night before, the oblivious dolt.
"Perhaps I'm in love with curiosity," he sang as he closed his canvas backpack and rose to his feet. "The likes of those of old crows," he continued brightly, shouldering a black tactical shotgun and moving towards the steel door at the end of the small room. "The likes of those of old crows". His hand reached for the metal handle and tugged maybe a little too enthusiastically. "And only the piano knoooows."
The door was thrown open with a bang and he nearly threw himself through the opening to make his big finale with gusto in a pink polka-dotted room. Head thrown back, arms wide, and eyes closed the boy warbled, "The piano knows something that I don't knooooow!" Cael opened his eyes with a brilliant smile shining on his face and realized that hey, maybe you shouldn't jump into a room you've never been in and break into song.
(Sorry for such a long intro, I'm still trying to flush out his character)

[.Spaceman.]

(uhm. Anyone's free to bump into these nerds, I guess. Beck & Jess probably won't be together the whole time. I'm really tired and just a bit too lazy to tag someone atm)

Jessica & Beck

Jessica let out an unsteady breath as someone prodded her arm. She kept her eyes shut tightly until the poking turned to gentle shaking. "Avery, I'm awake, I'm awake..." she murmured quietly as her eyes fluttered open. She wasn't met with the sight of the black haired male she was expecting but instead a boy with light brown hair and an expression of concern. Suddenly on alert, the girl pulled away frantically as the boy leaned back. He was on his knees and the two were in a room with sickeningly decorated wallpaper.
"Who... wh-what is happening right now? Care to explain?"
"S-sorry, I'm just as confused as you are."
"Lovely." Jessica brought herself to her feet to fully take in her surroundings. What was this place? How did she even get here? Where was Avery, or Paige or even Neil?

"M-my name is Beck, by the way."
"Jessica. Charmed." she rolled her eyes and headed to the door. It opened without difficulty. "Let's get outta here, shall we?"

Altair & Q

As soon as Altair's lilac eyes popped open, he knew something was amiss. He felt stiff and... unfamiliar. Wherever he was, he'd never been there before. It took the man several moments of observing to notice Q's body sprawled out in the corner. His eyes widened in shock. Judging by the android's position, he likely was in shutdown. Altair got up and went over to him, turning him around to access his control panel. After a minute of adjusting, a whirring noise penetrated the silence. The android's blood red eyes lit up as it slowly came to life. Altair breathed out when Q looked at him to let his hands do the talking.
"Where are we?"
"I don't know. I think there might be others out there, I heard voices."
"What is it you're waiting on, then? We should go." The mute finished signing and was given a nod for a response. The two stood together and Altair took the lead. He had to duck his head to avoid banging it on the doorframe. Usually things like this would have him in a tirade about how inconsiderate it was to build a doorway shorter than 7'2'', but right now he was just curious to find out what could possibly be going on.

[TheSongOfTheStars]

Aria


Aria opened her eyes and wondered why she'd woken. It was still dark. She wasn't hungry or thirsty or hurt.... Then what...

It was too quiet.
That was it.

No grinding gears behind her wall, no steam whistling softly downstairs. No clatter of an early servant trying to be quiet while hauling rickety cart down the stairs.

Nothing.

Heart racing, she leapt to her feet, fists clenched and ready to defend herself.
Slowly her fists lowered as she realized she was in an empty room, a bit of light leaking beneath the single door.

Letting out a breath and squaring her shoulders, she stormed to the door, prepared to begin yelling at the idiots responsible, but instead of being greeted by some criminal, she found others staggering out of other doors into the same large room with polka-dotted walls.
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[katomorakwarrior]

Vered

Silence. No chirping birds, no babbling brooks, no whistling wind. None of the sounds of early morning that Vered was used to. The young woman woke fully, sitting up perhaps a trifle too suddenly. For a moment, she sat on the cold floor, scanning the little room she was in. It was definitely not the same place she recalled making her home the previous night.
This was plain, small, and most notably indoors.
Yawning, she stood, shook out her arms at her sides and started toward the only obvious exit.
As she pushed it open, soft voices broke the silence. Vered stepped out into the brighter room. Much brighter. The young woman ignored the people already in the room; instead, she turned her attention to the more disturbing details of the room -- such as the fuchsia, polka-dotted wallpaper.

[Sciencin']

Kaulaur 'Drift' Hadar of Nimburu | Female | Nandu | Ref | Form

Kaulaur had been awake for approximately ten, or maybe twenty minutes.
In that time, she hadn't moved a muscle.
This was not the room she'd gone to sleep in. For one thing, there was light. She wasn't sure where it was coming from, but the small room was bright as day. This would have been enough to panic her. Her room on the starship was usually filled with an eternal dim gray twilight, seeing as she rarely spent any time in it and her eyes had grown more used to darkness in her years in space. This would've meant one of three things- Fastrade was playing a trick on her, there was some system malfunction, or Palva had turned the light on, which in itself could not have been a good sign.
But this was worse.
The silence was to be expected; outside her room, the ship was filled with the low, steady hum of its engines as it accelerated, but her walls, as were those of the other bedrooms, were sound-proofed. But this was not that sort of absolute silence. She could hear voices, though they were quiet, with individual words impossible to distinguish; they sounded too far away to have come from within her own room. And that should've been impossible, as she always locked her door, and Palva would have no reason to open it.
All in all, she was certain that it was this odd combination of light and an unfamiliar breed of silence that had awoken her. It was the same things that had convinced her she was not in her own room, but instead lying on the floor of some strange place. She felt lighter, too. Perhaps the ship had slowed down? But no. They did not have the obsolete luxury of wooden flooring on their ship.
She didn't panic. At least- she tried not to let herself panic. Mentally, she was calm and collected, though she could feel her heart rate had gone up significantly. She simply lay still, trying to appear relaxed, even as her muscles tensed and she prepared herself to leap to her feet and deliver a good kick to whoever it was who had brought her here. If someone had the capacity to board Fastrade without Palva noticing- or, god forbid, have somehow managed to get by Palva's formidable defenses and army of one- and taken her from the ship to wherever 'here' was (the lack of infinitesimally tiny fluctuations in g-force pulling her to the ground told her either they were in another ship accelerating slowly enough that they were practically nonexistent, or on the surface of a planet), all without waking her (or perhaps they'd wiped those memories? could they do that?), then surely they had the technological means to track her neural activity and already knew she was awake. It was only a matter of time.
But time passed, and nobody came. Finally, she hesitantly eased her head up and took her first good look at the room. Nothing special, aside from the fact that it looked a lot more like the room of an Earth building and a lot less like a room in a starship. There was nothing in it except a wooden door.
When nothing came through it after she started moving, she decided to try her chances with the doorknob. She was almost confident it would be locked, and was quite surprised and disappointed that she didn't get to dropkick the door open when the door opened with a quiet click. The sight of the room beyond almost made her wish she hadn't done that.
She did her best to ignore the disgusting walling- humans honestly had no appreciation for aesthetic- and focused on the people. There was a small crowd gathering around the perimeter; they seemed to have all come from doors identical to hers. They did not exactly seem threatening: most of them looked younger than her, and a large majority appeared to be baseline Earth humans. Nevertheless, her eyes darted back into the room to see if someone had been kind enough to leave her a gun. Nothing. Her pockets, too, were empty. No matter. She was a soldier. If worse came to worse, she didn't doubt her capability of taking down even a room full of meager Tellurian kids.
Encouraged by the apparent confusion of the others, she strode confidently towards the centerpiece of the room, a wooden table, and leaned against it, eyes scanning the perimeter for any signs of aggression. At least here, they wouldn't be able to corner her.


i'm sorry guys
i'm gonna be that one dweeb making three-paragraph posts about nothing