A rude awakening

[ima_npc]

[You awaken from a deep sleep. You are groggy and cold and feel off in ways that may be initially difficult to place. The door to your stasis pod opens. How did you get here? That's a really good question. Who are you? That's another.]

[Step outside into the warmer (albeit not especially warm) room and you'll see the others, all dressed in a similar style of stasis suits. One or two of them are wearing the same colors as you, though it's perhaps hard to tell with the dim, red glow that fills the room.]

[The doors are closed. There is no apparent way to open them. And a robotic voice intermittently rings through the room:]

Life support is being restored to the facility. Please stand by.

Comments

[ima_npc]

Correct.

[the_rogue]

That...doesn't sound good. What happened to everyone else?

[ima_npc]

Unknown.

[whenitrainsitstorms]

And if we ignore you, and pry these doors open before the two hours is up?

[ima_npc]

The temperature outside of this room is unsuitable to support human life.

[the_rogue]

I think it might be a good idea to pass on that.

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Grunts, and nods.]

[Then clears the space in front of the doors.]

[the_rogue]

[huffs and steps away too.]

So what should we do til then?

[whenitrainsitstorms]

See who else is here. Make sure everyone's alright, and see if anyone remembers anything before waking up here.

[the_rogue]

Sounds like a good plan.

...Who are you anyway? Don't think I ever got your name, mate.

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Shrugs a little.]

The name's gone with everything else.

[the_rogue]

Well I gotta call you somethin'. How about Shaggy?

[whenitrainsitstorms]

Shaggy?

[the_rogue]

'cause of all your hair!

[whenitrainsitstorms]

It's not that bad, is it?

[Plucking at a strand to try and look. When he shifts the hair, it's probably enough to make the marks on his forehead visible.]

[the_rogue]

Nah, just the first thing I...noticed...

Huh. You know you got some kinda mark stamped on your forehead?

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Reaching up to touch it. It's not quite clean, or smooth; looks like some kind of old scar, but the lines are pretty deliberate.]

[Taking a minute here to explore it.]

...what's it look like?

[the_rogue]

Some kinda symbols? I don't know what it means.

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Frowns, and takes his hand away.]

Strange. You don't have one.

[the_rogue]

Maybe you're just special.

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Snorts.]

Lucky me. Mystery something carved into my head.

[the_rogue]

You might know what it means if we can find a mirror in this place.

[whenitrainsitstorms]

Maybe. Or you could copy it out for me to see, if there was someplace to write.

[the_rogue]

If we find a pen then I'll be happy to.

[whenitrainsitstorms]

[Thinks for a second, then heads back over to the glass pod he woke up in and huffs on the surface, so that it mists over.]

You could use your finger.