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Something stirs you away from your task at hand. Perhaps you were sleeping and were suddenly awoken. Perhaps you were protecting your neighborhood, or perhaps you were turning in energy for your weekly quota. No matter what it was you were doing just moments ago, you were being summoned.

The song is off-key, lilting and uneasy, but it seems to be calling you. It is a hum, a tune you can’t quite place, but know it sounds off. You can feel it in your body and deep in your mind. Almost as if sleepwalking, many begin making their way through the city and towards the park where this strangeness all started.

Fifty-seven starseeds have been gathered at the base of the mysterious monument, drawn here by an eerie, bone-deep song no one else can perceive. You are milling about, almost waiting… but for what? There are enemies and allies among your ranks, but you feel no adrenaline in your veins, no desire to attack. Something seems to be lulling you to an odd dreariness. The moon is high in the sky on this crisp and clear night.

Without warning, the monument begins to glow with a bright, golden light. The light is warm but smells of ozone and static dances across your bare skin. Soon, you are all but blind and lose all feeling in your limbs.

You are drifting…

...and when you awaken, you are no longer in Destiny City as you knew it.

Sandy beige walls pulse with electrical veins, a mechanical hum heavy in the air. You and your now-comrades are in a large room, devoid of doors. Slitted windows align one wall, but some kind of forcefield seems to be keeping you inside. You can see out, gazing upon the moonlit park you had left behind.

[NUMBER GENERATION/DICE ROLLING & HP TOTALS]

Dice rolling will be used for task-based events!

Your HP and numbers to generate are dependent on your character’s rank for combat purposes! These will be reiterated for each step of the climb, so don’t worry if you forget - I’ll keep them posted in easy-to-find spots in case it gets confusing.

HP TOTALS:

• Chibi Senshi/Cats (cat form): 40HP (generates numbers 1-8 for combat)
  
• Stage 1 Characters/Cats (human form): 50HP (generates numbers 1-10 for combat)
  
• Stage 2 Characters/PC Youma/Cats (senshi form): 60HP (generates numbers 11-20 for combat)
  
• Stage 3 Characters: 70HP (generates numbers 21-30 for combat)
  
• Stage 4 Characters: 80HP (generates numbers 31-40 for combat)

This list will be reposted before every combat, so don’t worry about memorizing these numbers!

Lieutenant Sinoite

Ashley had been drawing, his thoughts no where near the tower and completely focused on the scene before him. At first, as he painted the brush over the canvas, he thought he heard music. It was showing in the draws of paint over the picture, disrupting his work and his mind.

"What is going on?" The painter drew back, as the music became clearer but not near here. He shifted, going to his patio and taking a deep breath. The fade of Ashley to Sinoite was reflex and the draw to the tower, something that was drawn in his sketchbook over and over again, overwhelmed him.

He didn't think of others as they circled around the tower, and as they disappeared...he woke with more clarity in the tower and its sandy beige walls.

It took a second for him to realize he was in a room of not just nega's, but order and others. his gaze only shifted when his general came over, her eyes wide.

He was drawn close and his eyes widened. "General Zircon." He put his hand gently over hers, "I'm not. Dazed, confused about our surroundings." His gaze traveled over the others in here. "Not with us. I didn't see her....I don't remember seeing her." He rubbed his head, "I don't remember coming to the tower besides a song."

Corrupt Sailor Cursa

Where had she been when the music started? Awake? Asleep? She was pushing herself too far again, stretching herself past her limits in the name of keeping up and not letting anyone down. Perfection and dedication came at a price.

Discussing her concerns with Otto-- that's what she'd been doing. Lying in her bed, phone hovering above her face in a room lit only by the 'fairy lights' she'd carefully hung from the walls. When they weren't busy with dance they were discussing their other team and its progress.

Violet Hawthorne had been drawn out of bed by the call of the music, only realizing that she was moving on her own when Otto's voice had broken through the daze. "The obelisk-- the monument. Do you hear the music? Meet me there? I--- I've got to go, Otto. Meet me there."

The chat disconnected, her phone left behind, Vi picked up her pen and slipped out. It would have been wise to alert her superior officers, but the compulsion was so strong that it pushed the thought from her mind. It would have only taken one more moment, and yet....

Cursa didn't recall seeing Lalande there amongst the fifty-seven. Swept up in the strange sound, she could feel the auras of so many others. One of them might have felt familiar-- was that him?

Her mind cleared as they were drawn inside, giving her enough clarity to know that she had made a terrible mistake in not communicating her location or intent to anyone other than Lalande. The Senshi of Ostriches drew out her com device, attempting to send a text-based message that found only dead space, lingering in the nothingness before returning to sender.

Safety in numbers. She could hear the sour b*****d's voice in her head, irritated by the fact that she knew just what sort of disappointed look would be on his stupid face.

Assess the situation. Cursa drew in a deep breath, pocketing her communication tablet after reducing it back to pen form. She wasn't alone. There were others here, Order and Chaos alike it seemed. The corrupt ignored all in favor of the General -- Zircon, the Lieutenant had called her?

Cursa approached the pair with purpose, waiting for a break in the conversation before interjecting. "You heard the song too?" That wasn't what she'd meant to say, but there it was. "My apologies for the interruption, General... Captain." God, she'd just trampled her way right into anything. Not the best way to introduce oneself to new superior officers.

Oops.

General Zircon

Now that Sinoite mentioned it, Zircon hadn't been sure she'd seen Sweetite at the monument at all following their initial investigation, the crowd too heavy and the haze on her mind too thick. Still, it felt wrong not to have her corrupt here, and Zircon pursed her lips, even as she nodded, releasing her grip on his arm.

"The tower must have been broadcasting some sort of frequency, one that could be heard from miles away," she nodded, glancing outwards towards the captain and corrupt that approached her. Angelite at least was a familiar face from the spars Labyrinthite had run, and she held herself with a certain tightness in her shoulders that Zircon recognized and felt herself. Obsidian was a name she hadn't heard in years, but it was telling that this quiet captain was training under the tutelage of a general she'd known to be...generously violent at best. It meant that if things went sour in these closed quarters, she could perhaps rely on a second combatant at her command.

The corrupt senshi had to be recently drafted, or perhaps under a superior officer who handled affairs a bit more casually, but Zircon came from a time when corrupts did not speak unless spoken to, and the glance she offered to Cursa was less than impressed. "I heard it, yes," she responded dryly, and considered it a mercy that a stare was all the corrupt would receive. There was an opportunity to teach here, but Zircon would not risk disciplining someone else's corrupt in the presence of hostile company. The fact of the matter was that if it came to blows, the odds were stacked against them, and she needed every agent of chaos on the same page.

"See if there's a pattern to the circuitry," Zircon called back to Sinoite, who she knew had an eye for detail. There were at least half a dozen tantalizing possibilities about the tower's ability to attune and call to what appeared to be strictly awakened individuals, but Zircon didn't have the time to indulge herself, not when she needed to be on high alert. To the other two, she pursed her lips, folding her arms behind her back. "Angelite, I want you to check the windows, see if there's an opening we might have missed. Senshi, you're with me unless otherwise noted. Are your abilities of any use here?"

They might have been outnumbered, but Zircon was going to be sure that they were the best organized of any representative party stuck in their predicament. Now that the panic was calming, her mind was at work--and they were going to get out of this alive.

DMS Super Ptolemaeus

Earlier that day, several members of Ptolemy's court had come together in order to investigate the monument that had appeared visible only to powered beings. They hadn't seemed to learn much other than that when they came up to it, the obelisk's surface appeared to become mirrored and echoed back an altered version of anything said around it. Ominous though this was, no harm had been done and nothing more had been discovered.

It wasn't until night when more major events began to occur. The super senshi had just been on his way home when the off-key melody penetrated his consciousness and caught him, mesmerized, like a deer in headlights. In the same way, he found himself blinded by a sourceless, golden light. His sense of smell was assailed by a gas he couldn't name and he felt the prickle of static electricity before that, too, was obliterated by nothingness. He became numb and might have panicked but for the unconsciousness that overtook him.

When he woke, he could feel again, but his senses were overwhelmed by the unfamiliarity of his new surroundings and companions. Ptolemy was, by now, far too familiar with finding himself in random situations during his time in Destiny City for his surprise to last. However, that didn't make him any less curious or intrigued.

He didn't mind people of other factions and never had. In fact, they fascinated him deeply and he relished in the opportunity to encounter so many of them in one place. Sure, upon closer inspection, they appeared to have been trapped there together. But what better chance to try to converse with them in a peaceful manner? Perhaps they could even try to work together in an attempt to escape their current predicament.

As was to be expected, the organized Negaverse officers were already congregating off to one side. Ptolemy grinned madly, clenching his jaws as if that were the restraint required to keep him from going right up to them and clapping them on the shoulders as friends. No one seemed to be attacking anyone so far, but it didn't seem like the wisest decision to simply stroll on over as if he were one of them.

Maybe in a bit, he consoled his eager self. Besides...if he watched and eavesdropped on them now, it would be easier to slip into their conversations later, supplied with a knowledge of their names and associations with one another. So that one is General Zircon...and that's Angelite...and their group is already systematically learning what they can of our circumstances. Definitely a group to check in on later.

In the meantime, he thought he could sense one of his own faction. Just one other, but that was still something. With a casual surveillance of the area, he thought he recognized his fellow Dark Mirror Senshi by his outfit and confirmed his guess with a check of his energy signature.

Clasping his hands behind his back, he sauntered up to him with a casual air as he grinned his Cheshire Cat grin. "I think that's the word on everyone's lips right now," he laughed, having caught question that had died before he finished. He appeared to have been directing it at someone else - a corrupt senshi joining the other Negaverse officers - but Ptolemy wasn't in the habit of waiting to be noticed. If he chose to ignore him, that was fine, but he at least wanted him to know a fellow court member was close at hand.

Clementine didn't power up, nowadays, or at least she rarely did it unless she had Alise - as - Lepus by her side; she was scared, and she'd admit it, and she didn't want to think about it too hard. Sarabauite could have killed her. Even though it had been months and months ago, it still chimed bright in her head, how close she had come to dying - she was fourteen and she didn't want to die, hadn't ever thought of it as a possibility until that moment - everything had been too real, too terrifying to try.

So she didn't henshin up much, nowadays, and she kept her henshin pen somewhere safe where she didn't have to look at it too often.

The result of this was, of course: Clementine had no clue about the monolith. (She still didn't know about the Koronids and her court birthright, through chance and fate and missed connections, but that was a story for another time.) When she felt it calling to her, pulling her from her bed to find her henshin pen and slip into her second skin as Onnie, she let it happen - it felt like sleepwalking. It felt like a dream. Cats and dark-skirts and military uniforms, a spectrum of colored clothes, and then - bright - warm - blinding --

it was easier to not start freaking out if she thought of it all as a much longer dream, and she kept quiet, gazing at the assembled crowd with wide eyes until the harsh smell of burning wires hit her nose. A door. That was easy enough, right?

...apparently it wasn't, mostly because Onnie was coming to find she wasn't particularly good at invisible labyrinths after just waking up, and the zap to her upper arm had her hissing in pain.

DM Sailor Lumen: - HP: 48
Room Total: 8

Lumen hadn't really expected an answer to his question and wasn't exactly in the right frame of mind to take one either when he heard a voice directed at him. Turning his head, one hand coming up to keep his hat in place, he looked over at the person speaking to him. Another Dark Mirror senshi though not one he knew.

Not that he knew anyone outside of his little group...

"It's kind of obvious everyone would be thinking that. Normal reaction to finding yourself somewhere you don't remember going and inside a weird room." He just barely managed not to roll his eyes. "Usually followed quickly by panic and disorder."

Which given how many people were in the room was bound to happen sooner rather than later. And he didn't really want to be around when that happened. "So if you don't mind ... there's probably a door somewhere we should be finding."

As Lumen turned the only think that saved him from smacking his face into one of the invisible walls was taking his hand down off his hat. That came into contact with the wall first and Lumen stopped short. Frowning he patted his way along the solid structure. "Invisible walls ... perfect."

In trying to find the end of the 'wall' he'd run into Lumen wasn't paying attention to anything else so when the lights flashed on he was still feeling his way along, gaining him a singed arm as one of the lasers targeted him.