voicetesting

[windseraph]

RECOLLÉ - I;

[Denzel's not entirely sure when he became aware of the giant dome covering the city but suddenly he's very aware of it and it's not exactly pretty. He was just out walking one of his neighbor's dogs and now he's just standing there staring up at the sky with a blank expression.]

What the hell...

[He finishes the walk as soon as he can (but not too soon; Daisy likes to take her time and he's not about to rush the poor old girl) and quickly makes his way back out into town. The dome looks like it covers the whole city, but he's a man on a mission. Denzel's going to head to the edge of town where the dome ends if he's not stopped on the way there.]

RECOLLÉ - II;

[Well, it looks like the dome is here to stay. Denzel's not content with just sitting around though, so he's out wandering the city with his hands shoved into the pockets of his coat. It's as he's wandering (trying to figure out what to make of the dome and all the other strange goings on) that a bright light suddenly appears in front of him. Considering how dark it is in here, the light is appreciated, even when it goes bounding away. Denzel doesn't hesitate, instead he follows it.

The light leads him to the subway tunnels and Denzel makes his way in. They've been under construction for what feels like forever, but maybe there's a reason he was led here. He takes out a flashlight and shines it around the dark interior once the light fades, frowning a bit as he continues deeper in.

Then a vine snags his ankle and tugs him down. Denzel lets out a yell, reaching for his flashlight, but it's rolled just out of his reach.]

Gah, let go! Dammit...!

[Maybe you should help him out.]

MURDERGAME - I;

[Waking up in an unfamiliar location is absolutely not Dezel's idea of a good time. He was supposed to be with the Shepard; he just became a Sub-Lord and he has plenty of questions he need to ask. Unfortunately for him, it looks like someone else had other ideas.

Dezel's waiting in the foyer, arms folded and head tipped down so his hat obscures most of his face. You might feel a gust of wind when you enter, but that's totally weird because the whole place is sealed up, there's no way there's an opening in here, right?]

Hey. You.

[Dezel pushes himself off the wall, though his arms are still folded.]

What do you make of those rules?

[He's already gotten someone to read them to him, but he's curious what the others trapped in here with him think about this situation.]

MURDERGAME - II;

[A week has passed and two people are dead. One was brutally murdered, her head bashed in with a blunt object from the vending machine. The second was killed by the shadows in the pit, executed for the murder of the girl. It's enough to make anyone reconsider their life choices, but Dezel's still alive and surely that counts for something.

The note under his door is ignored because he can't read it, but eventually curiosity compels him to leave his room. He finds everyone in the dining room and the kitchen, either preparing food or eating what was already prepared. Dezel doesn't need to eat so he doesn't, but finding them all gathered here is interesting. This is some kind of messed up funeral, isn't it? Then again, everything in this damn building is messed up, so it's not all that surprising.

He doesn't particularly care for anyone's company here, but he'll take a seat a little further away and listen in on conversations. You might feel the wind pick up a bit.]

Comments

[sivard]

[Wow rude, he didn't suggest looting, he just said he was going to take a pamphlet to show his friend, that's completely different!!]

I wonder what this place was supposed to be? It looks like it was just abandoned suddenly.

[windseraph]

[l o o t i n g]

Looks like there were a lot of people that came through here at some point.

[Oh look, here's a newspaper! Denzel flips through it briefly, frowning a bit.]

It's dated from the fifties. It's still in pretty good shape despite that, though. Hard to believe this place could've been abandoned for that long.

[sivard]

The fifties?

Man, that's a long time ago.

[windseraph]

Yeah. The technology here doesn't look that dated...

[sivard]

No, it doesn't. But it reminds me of something...

I remember hearing about how there was an incident in the... 1970s, I want to say? So I guess there's got to be some truth to that 1950s date.

[windseraph]

It's crazy to think that this place could have been operational that long ago.

[sivard]

Yeah. I agree.

[He sighs.]

Hard to believe it's been around that long, and they've apparently accomplished virtually nothing.

[wait]