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[unperturbed]

Who: Ginger
When: Day 1
Where: Ginger carriage

[Good morning, moms! How are you feeling? Scared and confused? Nauseous? Unhappy to be wearing leopard print right now? Well, at least you're not alone...]

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[unperturbed]

[This guy at least isn't objecting to the leopard PJs (perhaps because he's already got a leopard look going), he's leaving it on and throwing a coat+boots over it. Anyone standing out in the hall will witness him having a little trouble with the door, though. He'll get it open eventually, just... it takes a few separate heaves to force it all the way.]

[earthshine]

[ yeah. no. shiro is not a fan. well, okay: recap. waking up in an unknown bed is never a good feeling ( not that he knows much about that, thank you ). waking up in an unknown room to an alarm blaring is a step closer to terrifying ( but actually, not that unusual ). but waking up in leopard print pajamas? that takes it.

also, it’s a bit snug. #holdstronglittlebuttons

grabbing the dead smartphone! not bothering to change ( where are the men’s clothes in that closet?? ) annnnd out of the room he goes. admittedly, a touch panicked and immensely concerned, but ultimately, curious and determined to map out the lay of the ship ( or whatever this is exactly ). so. off he goes to find –

oh. um. a person. in matching pajamas. n e a t. ] Hello? [ and with some more confidence – ] Hi. Do you need help with that?

[unperturbed]

[whoa, big stranger. so big. and they match!! this guy (who is like a full foot shorter than Shiro) waves at him through the small gap in the door.]

Hello and please and thank you!

[cadeuces]

( Goodness, that one must be stuck worse than hers had been. When she hears the struggling, she almost goes to help until it seems someone else beat her to the punch.

She'll peer from the foot of the staircase to see if they managed, having definitely ditched the pajamas. )

Is everything all right up there...?

[unperturbed]

Yes it is thank you de- ma'am!

[Calls down from upstairs, catching himself partway through. Why did he just start to call a grown adult "dear"........... he'll chalk it up to being generally confused. Anyway, once he's chatted with the rest of the slower guys he'll be heading on over there, too.]

[cadeuces]

( SHE HEARD IT, SHE HEARD THE DEAR... it's all right because she calls everyone dear too, so no offense taken. )

Well, there's tea down here if nothing else; perhaps we can figure out the door to the rest of the train together.

( Meaning she tried on her own and it was far more difficult than the ones to their separate rooms, and resigned herself to busywork. )

[unperturbed]

[noooooo... he's inwardly hoping she didn't notice. Down the stairs he goes, giving their living room a lookover.]

Is that door not working, either? Goodness. I wonder what happened.

[ruinatings]

[Nauseous: yes. Confused: definitely. Scared...? Not yet, anyway. Depending, this could be a good thing. Sort of. Probably not but there's no harm in keeping an open mind.

The pajamas on the other hand really have to go. He's already switched into white jeans and a sweater by the time he wanders down. Seeing other people is honestly a relief, but he's still going to put his guard up.]

Good Evening.

[Is it evening? He doesn't know, man, but he's not the type to let himself look anything but composed..]

[unperturbed]

Oh- good evening. Is it evening, I wonder...

[at least this stranger looks small and soft and... generally harmless, really. he was sort of wandering around the lower level looking every which way at the furnishings and things.]

[ruinatings]

If it isn't, we should probably be concerned about the darkness.

[Although like by that measure the utterly black sky should also be concerning which, actually, it is.]

...Actually, we should be concerned about the darkness regardless, but as there's nothing else to tell us the time, "evening" it shall be.

[unperturbed]

Should we?

[Sounds. Legitimately confused by that statement. But now that he's considering it, he supposes he doesn't have a good basis to not think anything of the blackness...]

[cadeuces]

( Wandering down will prove at least one other person was so deeply offended by the pajamas that they were ditched, especially when it was in favor of lined leggings and an oversized sweater, keeping her infinitely warmer.

It's a good thing their common area has a fireplace, and one with a working flue and chimney— Angela's started a fire to brew some coffee over, or whatever nearest equivalent she could find in the kitchen below, with some of the perishables brought out with her on a large tray.

Look. She can't cook anything exquisite, but she's spend enough time around campfires in the middle of nowhere to be able to toss meat and vegetables in a skillet over a fire and poke them around. Cooked foods will last longer and they can all worry about storing anything left over later. This is preemptive in case they can't restore power, but first she has to kick back this nausea and see who else is stirring in the car. When one of them appears, the way she turns to look his way is just this side of startled, no matter how easily she smiles. )

Good evening indeed. There is a bit of tea here if you'd care to join me. Coffee is in the kettle now.

[ruinatings]

I see you've made yourself at home.

[He's... surprised. Although maybe she's just been here longer than him. Who knows! He supposes he'll find out, but for now he's carefully approaching to settle down in one of the honestly very comfortable chairs.]

Have you been here long? It feels a little odd to get comfortable in what seems to be an emergency.

[cadeuces]

I've had little choice.

( She has none of her usual supplies at hand, and there's little nanites can do for nausea that has nothing to do with stomach acid production or ulcers. It's admitted with an apologetic look as she tips a hand toward the teapot and cups set aside, hoping the blend was as calming for others as it had been for her. It could as well have been that a hot beverage felt nice enough to assuage her. )

I just woke up around half an hour past, but I couldn't get the door to the rest of the train open. There is enough technology to assume it had power once, and the food had still been cold, but I couldn't guarantee how long that would hold true.

So I brought some out to prepare just in case. I'm Angela.

[spectacularluck]

[ The leopard print PJs he can take, that's no issue. It's the recording that played after the alarm that he is not too excited about. You alone were saved? That's got to be a joke.

And he's pretty much ready to go on a mission to punch whoever's responsible for this, pajamas be damned — punch first and ask questions is an approach that never betrayed him. But as he steps out of his room, he sees there are.

Well.

Actual other people. ]

... Uhm. Never been much of a pajama party person, but I'm taking this is going to change soon.

[unperturbed]

[oh hey another member for the spotted gang here in this hallway. wait. "never been much of a"....? short guy raises his hand.]

Am I perhaps the only one who doesn't remember what sort of person I am in the first place?

[he was hoping that was universal!! and not just a him problem!!]

[spectacularluck]

[ Okay, well. Add another thing to the worry pile. He does want to go outside and punch the hell out of whatever problem this is, but there's an amnesiac teenager (sure) here. That'll have to wait. ]

Can't speak for everyone, but me? I remember everything just fine. You okay there?

[unperturbed]

Oh dear. I suppose not, then...?

[Said teenager doesn't seem to be in a hurry to rush out and punch things. He's just kind of hanging around by his doorway, looking mostly confused with a touch of unsettled.]

[ruinatings]

I haven't the slightest idea when it'll change. I'm getting the impression that none of us do.

[At least he's changed out of the pyjamas. You guys can suffer. If he has to fight the jeans are... marginally better.]

[spectacularluck]

Well. I'm pretty sure we can get a good one rolling right now, there's at least two of us rocking this look.

[ But this guy isn't, so they probably have things to change into. Good to know, though not a priority ]

You got any idea what's going on, aside from the creepy message that played earlier? Name's Peter, by the way. Nice to meet you.

[ruinatings]

Rufus. It's a pleasure, but I've no intention of changing back into those awful things.

[It was terrible. Horrible.

And conveniently, it's just now the recording kicks back in, again.]

In any case... I take it you mean That message? I'm afraid I'm as lost as you.

[cadeuces]

( Hello, other people! Angela's nursing a cup of coffee (at long last) with a simple stew over the fire, looking apologetic as if this was in any way her fault. (The train, not the stew. That is indeed her fault.)

It's an easy mistake to make, thinking her sweater and leggings are pajamas as well, but at least everyone's comfortable, right? )

Until we can get this door open, I suppose it's all right to stay in your sleepwear. Coffee, tea?

[spectacularluck]

Not in the mood for it.

[ Sitting down and relax is the last thing he wants to do, no matter how little options they have right now. He's gotta keep himself on the move, so that's what he's doing — pacing around, checking the place and looking out the windows ]

But thanks for the thought.

[cadeuces]

( It's a sentiment she can relate to— he acts on what she wishes she could do on the inside, except years of training and conditioning have taught her how to contain those nerves. She keeps stress under wraps so she can do her job, nerves barred from even the threat of shaky hands wielding a scalpel.

So she sits, and she does her best to remain relaxed. It's about 97% successful. )

You didn't wake nauseous? I'm glad to hear of that, at least, if so. We all need fuel to keep going, and I get the feeling the day won't be a matter of relaxing in the car, here. I couldn't get the door open by myself, but I imagine if a few of us can have a go together, it won't stand a chance.

I'm Angela. I don't suppose you know where we are, either?

[cadeuces]

( Good evening(?) fellow moms, your friendly neighborhood doctor has tea made with coffee in the kettle brewing up next, and a fire crackling away merrily to make up for the dim lighting and ominous darkness beyond the glass, lit by some little broken stool or another— tempting as it may have been to use the leopard pajamas as kindling.

No, those are neatly folded at the foot of her bed in favor of the oversized sweater and leggings she's curled up in, for now. Manning the fire from a chair beside it, soaking in the warmth and poking around some of the perishables in a heavy skillet to the best of her ability.

It's clear at a glance she has little sense of what goes together so she hasn't quite seasoned anything besides "pepper", but she has a large stockpot on standby filled with water and she's sprinkling flour on whatever she's chopped up for the skillet. She's going for a stew. (Please, for the love of god, offer additions.) )

Has the nausea caught you as well? A bit of tea there should help settle your stomach, and stew should be done shortly. I couldn't get the door open to access the rest of the train.

( Not by herself, anyway. Stronger security than within the car, she assumes. )