1) Put a Sock in It [She listened, impassively noting everything that happened. When she was hustled from one room to another, she barely seemed to react, showing no signs of resistance, nor a word in protest. The shushing motion was taken in stride, and it was swiftly apparent that these people did not mean her immediate harm. There was no reason to resist, no immediate danger that was apparent. No blaring warnings in the distance to send the people to their shelters, no crash of an angel's colossal limbs.
When they tried to remove her clothes and showed a jumpsuit, she had to show them the button to press to loosen her plug suit and get it off so she could change. She paid attention while the device was being shown, watched every word pass by and focused her red eyes on the woman. The gestures weren't easy, and she'd never bothered to learn any form of sign language, but she was still watching, trying to pick out any gestures she could, to see if she saw obvious deceptions.
When the people checked to see if she understood, she simply nodded and glanced to the side, looking at the others who had been brought out. There was curiosity there, but very distant, detached. She didn't say anything at first, in no hurry to leave but unimpeded at least for the moment. She would obey for now. It would give her time to be sure what sort of ploy was going on.]
1b) Settling In(Location: House Four) [All that she had was a jumpsuit. She'd been wearing a plug suit before, but that was gone, along with the receptors she wore in her hair. Honestly, she didn't care one way or another. There were very few things in this world that she cared if she had, and none of them she could live without.
She walked quietly along the paths, stepping on the sand as directed and made her way towards the house that he had been informed by someone had a space open. It wasn't good to live alone in this place, she'd been informed. She paused as she reached the steps, testing to make sure there was no creak, that it gave properly before she reached the door and tested it with her finger.
No knock. She walked into the foyer and looked around with vacant, red eyes.]
2) The Place Inside [She was not necessarily someone known for exploring, but she had yet to get her bearings truly. This place was strange, disorienting and out of place. The year was entirely wrong, and the construction looked like it was European, nothing like the instant that she had woken amongst the red dust. It meant that there were going to be times when she didn't so much wander as she moved around to come to grips with what this place was.
The swirling red dust, it felt familiar but oh so wrong. It made her think of the fluids in the plugs, made her think of blood given form. A breath with the dust starting to cover her sounded far too loud. No sound eater came, whatever those were, but the defeaning tone of it was enough to make her eyes widen and stare around. In a world of near total silence, she was being deafened by the perceived sound of electronic hum that no longer existed in this world, imaginary sounds that droned almost like the constant echo of cicadas that filled Tokyo 3 in a haunting melody. She swallowed and froze, looking at the person next to her.
Yes, she'd come prepared, a bottle of water on her just in case, but she had no idea that it was the clue to this, or what 'this' was.]
3) Wildcard
(OOC: Pick your own scenario! PM me if you like. I am opting out of 'lip lock' entirely due to comfort issues with Rei being involved in it, but anything else is fair game.)
Rei Ayanami | Evangelion | OTA
[She listened, impassively noting everything that happened. When she was hustled from one room to another, she barely seemed to react, showing no signs of resistance, nor a word in protest. The shushing motion was taken in stride, and it was swiftly apparent that these people did not mean her immediate harm. There was no reason to resist, no immediate danger that was apparent. No blaring warnings in the distance to send the people to their shelters, no crash of an angel's colossal limbs.
When they tried to remove her clothes and showed a jumpsuit, she had to show them the button to press to loosen her plug suit and get it off so she could change. She paid attention while the device was being shown, watched every word pass by and focused her red eyes on the woman. The gestures weren't easy, and she'd never bothered to learn any form of sign language, but she was still watching, trying to pick out any gestures she could, to see if she saw obvious deceptions.
When the people checked to see if she understood, she simply nodded and glanced to the side, looking at the others who had been brought out. There was curiosity there, but very distant, detached. She didn't say anything at first, in no hurry to leave but unimpeded at least for the moment. She would obey for now. It would give her time to be sure what sort of ploy was going on.]
1b) Settling In (Location: House Four)
[All that she had was a jumpsuit. She'd been wearing a plug suit before, but that was gone, along with the receptors she wore in her hair. Honestly, she didn't care one way or another. There were very few things in this world that she cared if she had, and none of them she could live without.
She walked quietly along the paths, stepping on the sand as directed and made her way towards the house that he had been informed by someone had a space open. It wasn't good to live alone in this place, she'd been informed. She paused as she reached the steps, testing to make sure there was no creak, that it gave properly before she reached the door and tested it with her finger.
No knock. She walked into the foyer and looked around with vacant, red eyes.]
2) The Place Inside
[She was not necessarily someone known for exploring, but she had yet to get her bearings truly. This place was strange, disorienting and out of place. The year was entirely wrong, and the construction looked like it was European, nothing like the instant that she had woken amongst the red dust. It meant that there were going to be times when she didn't so much wander as she moved around to come to grips with what this place was.
The swirling red dust, it felt familiar but oh so wrong. It made her think of the fluids in the plugs, made her think of blood given form. A breath with the dust starting to cover her sounded far too loud. No sound eater came, whatever those were, but the defeaning tone of it was enough to make her eyes widen and stare around. In a world of near total silence, she was being deafened by the perceived sound of electronic hum that no longer existed in this world, imaginary sounds that droned almost like the constant echo of cicadas that filled Tokyo 3 in a haunting melody. She swallowed and froze, looking at the person next to her.
Yes, she'd come prepared, a bottle of water on her just in case, but she had no idea that it was the clue to this, or what 'this' was.]
3) Wildcard
(OOC: Pick your own scenario! PM me if you like. I am opting out of 'lip lock' entirely due to comfort issues with Rei being involved in it, but anything else is fair game.)