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Blue Squad HOME BASE:



Welcome to the Red Squad Home Base. Inside the home base tent are a couple cots in addition to tables holding about a week's worth of simple supplies, though there is no food around. For some reason with this gask mask on, you never feel hungry. Or thirsty. Or like you need to use the bathroom, though you still feel sleepy from time to time and worn out. The home base itself is a simple tent, easily identifiable by its bright red material.

SUPPLIES:

Your home base shelter for your group comes equipped with all necessary supplies. Inside the accommodating tent lie three tables. The first table simply contains exactly enough first aid kits to supply each participant, all neatly organized in rows of six, one for each person.

The second table seems to have been organized with a fair amount of dedication, on each backpack is written only a number. Once again, there are exactly enough backpacks to supply each participant with one med kit, organized in rows of six.

The last table is the simplest of all and simply contains one map.







Not much else is marked on the map.

((OOC: ICly post to pick up your supplies, and ROLL ONE 6-sided dice to determine your weapon that is in the bag you randomly picked up:

1- A handgun, but it is full of rubber pellets
2- A small dagger
3 - Extra bandages
4 - A small hand club
5 - A wooden stake
6. Small nunchucks

Please go to the Battle rules to make sure you read up on HOW TO BATTLE, and what effect your weapon has. ))

It is NOT SAFE to linger too long at home base, you can and will be attacked anywhere, including your home base should an intruder decide to step into this thread. How you want to travel and approach things is up to you, but make sure if you leave the thread note EXIT THREAD in your post to do so.

You may create personal PRPs ORPs and SOLOs within in this Past RP subforum. Please remember that your character don't remember their names, their pasts, or anything about themselves. They are, for the most part, blank slates. Physical reflexes and habits from their pasts may show from time to time, but aren't conscious or attached to any memories.

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Awaken.

It was all the woman could remember as she found herself surrounded by a base that quite clearly hailed blue as it's primary colour. Where was she? Why was she even here? They seemed like they should have been very pressing questions. And yet they weren't.

Gathering herself up to she was forced onward to investigate the nearby tables. She grabbed a first aid kit first and hesitated at the second. Not understanding at first what the little symbols meant. That was until she caught glimpse of her own. What appeared to be an 'a' plastered across the arm of her suit. Intriguing. She grabbed the bag that matched.

α
Alpha

Reaching the third and final table, she leered thoughtfully at the map as she investigated the contents of her supplies. A small dagger? This could be useful. She slid it back into her backpack to idly admire the rest of it's contents before closing it and turning her full attention back to the map.

She still wasn't entirely certain where she was, but she couldn't help the lingering desire to move. A primal but distant emotion gnawing at her now, she didn't know what to call this. Just that it urged her on.

The throbbing in her head kept perfect time with the thud-thump of her heart. She wasn't sure where she was, and perhaps even more terrifying was the simple little fact that she didn't really know who she was. Not her name, nothing. It was a strange sensation, unsettling to say the very least, and there was a harsh craving for something, anything, to ease her troubled mind.

As she rose up from where she was seated she started humming an off-beat sort of tune, one that wibbled as she peered around. It took her a moment to realize that something was on her face, and as she glanced down at her arms she could see a strange-looking 'ε' marking on her arm. ε? What did it mean? It didn't matter.

The wibbly humming grew louder as she took in her surroundings. There were already people moving around, and the woman cleared her throat. Anxiety started to rise, and as it did so too did the volume of her voice. The reedy hum turned into a flat-out song as she tried to make herself feel better. What better song than 'You Are My Sunshine' - she only hoped that the people around her didn't react too harshly, but as she sang in muffled tones, it was the only thing that kept her from sobbing. As it was, the song didn't last long - only until she rose completely to her feet and started moving towards the table.

Keeping close to the outer boundaries of the tent-thing, ε made her way to the table. There were a variety of weapons there, and she grabbed for the first thing she saw. A hefty club. It felt sturdy and reassuring in her hand, and as ε clutched it, she glanced between the others. When the man spoke, ε gave him a wary look.

"I.. weapon? M-maybe?"

ε fell silent after that, leaning against the table with the club clutched in her gloved hands.

The candidate's eyes opened to a world tinged in blue.

His vision was strange and bifocal. It was offputting, and the hiss of the intake of his breath only further served to alarm him. He raised his hands to his face- and could make out the fine curvature of plastic and metal through the thin cloth of the gloves.

A gas mask? Odd.

Where he was, or who he was, seemed...distant. He tried to remember, tried to focus, but couldn't seem to grasp it. It felt like it was all on the tip of his tongue, in the back of his mind, yet it evaded him. He sat up. There was a backpack at his feet, and he grabbed it. It was marked with a Theta symbol. Inside the front pocket was a wooden stake.

Weirder and weirder.

The first thing that she had seen when she had woken up was the color blue and had to wonder where she was to remember the male voice that she had chosen to be here. Touching the mask that she wore just to make sure that it wasn't a dream since right now everything felt like one, one big strange dream that she couldn't remember. She took slow breaths since it was still hard to breath and wondering to how long it would take to get use to the mask.

Sitting up and looking at herself to see that she was wearing something strange that she had never seen before at all. Looking to her arm she saw a symbol a ξ Xi. Looking at the symbol as she tried to figure things out but the more she tried the more confused she got and just took it that was her name or something she wasn't sure.

Taking a deep breath since it had gotten a little easier to breath. Standing of slowly, Xi looked around to see finally that there were others around as well but didn't pay too much attention to the others right now. Since first things first was to see if there would be anything useful for her to use. Seeing that there were medkits, taking one of those as it would be useful and took one of the second bags then walked over to the third table to see a map. There might not be much on it but it was useful. Curious to what the second bag had in side Xi unzipped it to find that there were extra bandages inside and thought to herself that more bandages would be useful.

Some days you just wake up and have a craving. Maybe it is for adventure. Could be for excitement. Or maybe it is just for the blueberry muffins your brother ate before he left to go back to school.
In any event, there is a craving in each person, yet many might not realize it. They need to fulfill that craving, fill that sense of emptiness. When she woke up, she had a hankering for something, and it wasn't food. Well, it might have been food only she wasn't hungry so it was sort of like that need to eat but really you don't because You're just eating to eat which can be really bad for a diet and weight and a bunch of other medical s**t.

Sitting, she blinked, flexing her fingers. It was weird because she wasn't sure what she'd been doing last. Eating maybe? Is that why she wanted to eat now simply for the sake of eating? Touching her face, (or rather the mask), she felt a sudden sadness that no, she could not bite through the mask. She could not eat and she was just to lazy to take off the mask.
The supplies table had things on it, (but lacked food) and as her gaze went to the other in the room, markings on their bodies matched what they grabbed. Following suit, she looked at herself.


".................." Well then. "Delicious." Walking to the table she grabbed her bag and looking at the weapons, smiled as she picked up the dagger. ******** yes. She could shank a b***h. "Not gonna lie, this is weird as ******** but I can't be bothered to give ********. Free stuff."

ι Iota

He woke up on a cot, which wasn't a great way to wake up, and even worse, he felt cumbersome when he rolled himself to sit, the poor excuse of a bed creaking under him. First he wondered why he was on a cot, as it didn't seem very normal, and most of all, he was fully dressed - or as dressed as you could consider in being completely covered. It was stiffing, and very hard to see, and he touched his body, chest, turned his hands to see they had gloves, and then his head to figure out what was making it hard to see. Helmet....a mask?

These did not make for signs that said that he was having a good morning. Being this covered meant bad, and he had to wonder why he was dressed this way. Clearly something bad was with the air, and he looked around to see that everyone else was dressed the same. Everyone was unfamiliar as the tent, as it certainly was a tent, was sitting in. Then again, there were no distinguishing features from one person to the next, and he was left breathing deep, hearing his own breathe go in and out in a "Chhhh" "Shhhhh" rhythm. It wasn't all THAT uncomfortable, but he did grow concerned as to why the air was bad.

Rising up, he looked about, and noticed a group moving to some tables. Orders? A roster? Maybe a simple debriefing as to the state of the air and the current situation?

As he moved, bumping into cot ends and other bodies, he managed to see that the tables were full of backpacks and one with just maps. Supplies? For what exactly? The purpose was unclear to him, but the backpacks seemed necessary for why he was here, and he took even more bulk, not liking the added weight, and returned to his cot.

Backpacks retrieved, he sat down and looked through it. First aid. Necessary and safe. Map - or what seemed like a island? An unsafe island by the look of their supplies and gear. WHY was he here again?

And....

He held a gun in his hand and shoved it back into his backpack, looking around. Oh dear. He was going to get in trouble for having this! Someone planted evidence on him!!! It wasn't until he looked around that he saw others pulling out wooden stakes and other weapons and slowly pulled out the gun again. It felt strange in his hands. Should it be?

"I just thought the air was dangerous." Mask said bad air. Weapons said bad area.