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- One post per week
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- Advanced
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- Male
- Female
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Surrounded by four white walls, there was little else to do but stare at them. To look at the paint that had started to chip off as time passed, or gouged off by former prisoners—anything to pass the time, slowly going mad, theorizing absurd meanings from the wall's blank stare. The cells were hollow cubes of concrete, one way in, no windows. In there, it was impossible to tell how much time had passed or even if it was night or day. It was completely disorienting by design. Given enough time, a person could forget their name in there… maybe that was the point. The isolation was total and the stimulation was zero. No sound, no light, no furniture or cloth of any kind.
All the inmates were issues a standard white T-shirt and trouosers with the word 'Maxicom' in bright red letters across the chest, right above the heart. There was only one way into each cell, a single door with a slat sliding window. Other prisoners could be heard, but not seen. The only way Mouse knew it was midday was because she heard one of the cells sliding open. The man begged as the soldiers flooded his cell. His screamed and fought, the wrestling noise hard to ignore. Finally, the guards subdued him. Creeping towards the edge of her cell on her bare hands and knees, she looked out through the small tray window on her door, watching as the elderly man screamed and writhed as he was hauled down the corridor to the door.
The big white door at the end of the hall. A few inmates called it God's Door because it was big, sterile white, and it was where everyone knew Named ones inevitably met God.
Mouse scratched at the door and a fleck of white paint peels away under her nail. Mouse was young, twelve or thirteen, and when she was growing up, she always had the loudest voice in the room wherever she was. Her conversations were buoyant and intended to be heard. There was something of an unsatisfied thespian in her, but she hadn't spoken a word since the imprisonment.
From God's door, a guard stepped out. He was alone and his face was as stiff as his standard-issued Maxicom guard uniform. Pressing her eyes to the slat until the metal cut into her face, Mouse watched until rather suddenly—an alarm buzzed and the door slid open. She screeched in surprise as she fell forward, hitting the tile floor outside her cell. She looked up at the guard, at all the cell doors opening around him.
"Welcome to the revolt," the guard said, "I am 778-UAB-89A, but you can just call me Six. Now, let's get all of you out of here."
OBJECTIVES:
You are trapped. Whether you've been there for only a few hours or a few weeks, you are imprisoned in Maxicorp's facility and you don't know what is waiting for you. All you know is that you're scared, hungry, cold, thirsty, and confused. You're desperate for escape but you don't know how. The cell walls are too thick, the bars too strong, the outlook to bleak. Through the food tray slot in the door, you can see out. You can hear the other inmates around you.
Then, suddenly, your cell opens. On the other side is a guard who calls himself 'Six.' He welcomes you to the revolt, but you don't know what that means.
Your cell door is open meaning you can see, talk, and touch the other inmates, but there are no other open doors. The God Door is still locked and closed and you have nowhere further to go. It's strange the escapee alarm hasn't sounded yet.
You are welcome to have your character respond however you see fit.
GM NOTES:
Welcome to Outnumbered! :D I welcome you to introduce your characters a little and get to know one another. The first GM post is pretty low-key. I didn't want to do anything too exciting because I'll be gone for a while and didn't want anyone to get stuck if they had questions and I wasn't around to answer. That being said, don't be too underwhelmed by the first post. Once I return and I get the next GM post up, we'll be kicking it into high gear.
You can interact with Six or Mouse. (: They just won't be able to respond to you until I get back. That being said, I encourage you to interact with other prisoners. Feel free to collab, if you'd like.
Next GM post: ~April 1st or 2nd