Staging Area
<Oh, that's interesting. Did you always have this fatalistic and defeatist attitude and tendency to complain to whoever you meet or is this a recent development? Most test subjects usually put up some sort of fight or try to bargain or even run away.>
George rolled his eyes, and continued speaking out loud to the air.
"Oh well, now that you mention it, Ms. alien therapist, I have been feeling stressed lately. I think it started after an alien parasite squeezed itself into my skull. Now, maybe most people can shrug off that kind of thing, but unfortunately I haven't been coping very well. Knowing there's some kind of gooey creature wrapped around my brain, taking a nap, no less, has left me a wee bit frazzled."
"Seriously though, are we just gonna chit chat or is something supposed to happen? Who are you, anyway? "
<Oh, I'm sorry, am I boring you? Do you want to leave?> she replies sarcastically and with a hint of annoyance.
<Do you perhaps have anywhere you urgently need to go? If you want to escape, you're free to try, the door is right there.>Despite there not being a hand pointing at the door, you can't help feeling that there is.
<Because as your self-appointed medical investigator, I think it's only proper for me to take your history before I start digging through your brain, don't you? It's always nice to get to know your test subjects before you vivisect them.>She has that tone of voice that's telling you she's enjoying telling you this, although you are not certain if she's enjoying this because she is being not serious or because she is.
<Or, you know, at least have some fun. It's amazing what some people can ask for or say when you tell them they've been selected. When they begin realizing what they've gotten themselves into.><As for a name, oh, I've had plenty of those. From such flowery titles as 'the Knight of the Wind' (which should really be Dame if we want to use the 'correct' title for a female, but nobody does that) to 'that crazy bitch who talks too much'. But you may call me Aurora. Mistress Aurora if you want to be polite. Or maybe Doctor, Doctor's better than Mistress, sounds more official.>
(well, since I'm out, I'd like to get to know my voice in my head more. Forgot what they're called, but that would be interesting. Who's in the staging area right now, anyway?)
((Only you and John. And Megggas, whose character's name I think is George.
And your entity has never given you a name. I picked the name Jake Boyman, just so that he has a name in the first post. But he's been mostly referred to as Ghost Boy or Strange Voice by players.
I'll get you your upgrades when I have a bit more time to review my notes.))
You wake up.
You are in your personal section of the staging area, a room in the inn whose walls have been painted with various splashes of colours. There's a window outside, showing you the plaza. It looks like its floor has received some damage recently, with rock pieces littered everywhere.
ToasterYou wake up to the sound of soft mellow chords on large strings, a music that threatens to lull you back into unconsciousness.
You are in your personal section of the staging area, the little mansion you claimed for yourself. You are currently laying next to the fireplace of a living room on a comfortable... It's like a mix of a therapist bed and an armchair. A reclining armchair?
Your robotic creation is sitting nearby, playing a harp. You're pretty sure this room (or the entire building for that matter) didn't have a harp before.
She nods to acknowledge the fact that you're awake without stopping her music.