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[advocacy]

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[The first thing Daneca Wasserman does is the absolute last thing she should do.]

[She panics.]

[Something is wrong and she knows it. This room isn't hers. Not the ones she recognizes and remembers anyway. And yet this is her cabin. She checked six - no seven - times.]

[So Daneca panics and then immediately vanishes out of sight.]

No, no, stupid, [she mutters, berating herself as she hurries down the hall, footsteps reverberating off the walls. Normally Daneca would just hide out in her room until she could calm down, but her room isn't there.]

[She throws herself down in a chair in the common room, hugging her knees and trying to take as little space as possible. Maybe if she just keeps repeating to herself over and over again quietly that it's okay she'll believe it eventually.]

[Daneca does gradually come back into view, head buried in her knees, once she manages to calm herself down enough with some deep breathing.]

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[Once she's visible again, Daneca tries her room again. It's still the same - not right, that it is - but she can do this. She just needs to find out what's going on with other people.]

How many people have found their rooms aren't what they remember it to be?

((ooc: daneca is now from haven! her trouble is becoming invisible when she's stressed/anxious. you can still hear her though and see what she's interacting with, but otherwise she's completely invisible.))

Comments

[robinwishes]

Mine is totally different. And kind of sad. It's just-- empty.

[advocacy]

Empty? You mean you don't have a bed or anything like that?

[Okay, maybe some people have it worse off than she does.]

[diealone]

This is a way nicer apartment than I've seen since everything went to hell.

[Says known the zombie apocalypse survivor who has been telling people to just call him Boston.]

[advocacy]

Something is definitely going on here.

[fridgetothefire]

This is a flood. We are affected.

[Logically.]

[advocacy]

We're affected? It could just be the Barge, right? It does weird stuff all the time.

[punched_hitler]

[Raises hand.] This definitely can't be my room.

[advocacy]

Is there anything about it that you recognize?

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[raft]

[ Archie's video isn't of himself, but of the cabin he's in. It's straight out of the 1700s or 1800s (hell if he knows) and not exactly to his tastes. ]

Wanna trade?

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[advocacy]

I-I'll pass on that, thanks...

[She frowns a little.]

There's another guy on-board with a room like that. He's new.

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[to_dust]

[Well THAT'S the first time he's seen a human do that. He's not as good as seeing the perfectly-hidden as he was in the monastery, mind clear and constantly training, but it's... in his skill set, let's say. He watches her come back, a little alarmed, but makes an effort not to go blending in himself.]

Miss? Miss, what's wrong? Can I help you?

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[advocacy]

[Oh God, he saw, didn't he? Keep it together, she tells herself.]

No, I'm fine. It's. It's fine.

[fuckton]

It's definitely not my room. It's far too messy for that.

[advocacy]

Do you remember anything weird happening before your room changed?

[notsoneedy]

You too? Mine is...well, it's kinda weird. A lot of it is the same, but all the stuff that should have my school name on it...has some other school instead. And the background in some of my pictures is wrong.

It's like someone did a big copy-paste on my whole life.

[advocacy]

Yeah, I'm noticing that, too. All of the pictures of me and what I guess are my friends and family... We have gloves on. Even in summer pictures.

[lastrat]

[He finds her when she's still invisible. Which is sort of interesting, really, and he could do with a little something of interest. He throws himself down on the couch, legs stretch, arms out, like he's half intending to sit on her. He doesn't, though.]

I can hear you breathing across the hall.

[advocacy]

[Now here's a guy that makes her incredibly uncomfortable. There are just some people that when you meet them, you know they're trouble. And not Daneca's kind of Trouble. The actually dangerous, possibly fatal kind. She holds her knees a little closer to herself, not feeling at all calm about having him near her. Even invisible, she feels vulnerable and her heart skips a few beats like it's stumbling into a slightly hurried jog.]

O-oh, [she says. Faintly.]

[semifreakingnormal]

[Scott is dressed casually, but the shield is strapped to his back: he has a habit of wearing it around for the first few days of a flood, just in case. It's better to have it than want it, after all.

When he first sees the common room from the other end of the hall, it's empty: by the time he walks in, it's decidedly not, and he startles just a little.]

Oh - I didn't - I thought no one was--

[One day, he will not be terrible at talking to girls, but that probably isn't today. He makes himself stop, ducking his head.]

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude.

[advocacy]

[Oh God, he must have seen, is the very first thought to race through Daneca's mind. She slams the brakes on though before her mind can start racing with a million and one what-ifs, gripping her jeans a little tighter in her hands as she mutely shakes her head for a moment. Daneca's too afraid to speak right away, worried that her voice will come out as a squeak or worse.]

[She swallows hard and forces her voice to stay even.]

It's the common room, it's okay.

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[andyougoleft]

Count me amongst them, though I suspect I'm also one of the few that doesn't find this particularly distressing. A room is a room. Worse could have happened.

May I assume you as well, or are you merely a curious poll taker?

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[advocacy]

My room is a little different, yeah.

[Not as bad as it could be though, all things considered. At least hers seems to be in the right century.]

[warisart]

[Ben is en route from the art room to his cabin, a new canvas under one arm and three tubes of oil paint in one hand, when he thinks he hears something. His senses, he knows, are sharper than humans, and his ability to blur means his eyes often follow movement that most humans can't either, so despite his careless demeanor, he's grown accustomed to paying attention to his surroundings - mostly out of curiosity.

Now he pauses, glancing around openly with his eyebrows pulling together in confusion, because he can't see anything; but he can hear someone's there, and smell unfamiliar shampoo, and he stops and goes very still to listen for breathing or he can even sometimes hear a pulse. Frowning, concerned, he straightens up slightly and keeps casting around blindly.]

Hello? Is someone there?

[advocacy]

[God, these superhumans and their abilities to know when she's there anyway.]

[Daneca squeezes her eyes shut tight like somehow that will make him also disappear. She'd settle for him going away though. The last thing she wants to do is have a full-blown conversation with someone while she's like this. It's more embarrassing somehow than when they catch her either going or returning from being invisible.]

[Daneca opens her eyes and looks at Ben, but she says nothing. If she could just temporarily switch her heartbeat off, that would be great. At the very least, put the mute button on it because it's pounding in her ears right now and why is this her life? Daneca buries her face in her knees.]

[videocamera]

I have. This room, it's very... [But words are failing him. There's a modern bedroom with a computer and comic books and a video camera, rather than a small servant's room from a Disney castle.] There are some strange devices, like the journals here. And there's not even a fireplace.

[advocacy]

[Like the journals? Oh! He must mean the communicators.]

Your room must be from a modern time period then. Or at least more modern than what you're used to.

I've heard people getting rooms that were kinda further back right now, but not so much the reverse.

[adelphoktonos]

Add me to the list. Whoever usually lives here sure doesn't put much stock in interior decoration.

[advocacy]

What's it like?