snowblindrpg | [network] @ADMIN; Arrival

[For the first time that she can properly remember, Melanie wakes up somewhere new. It's disorienting, and a little scary. The first thing she notices is the searing cold, and the fact that it's partially blocked out by a big puffy coat that isn't hers. She's in a room that isn't her cell, with furniture that isn't her furniture and a door that's windowless, so she can't see out of it. She waits for a while, counting to five thousand, and then she gets down on the floor to try and see if she can peer under it instead. When her head bumps against it, she's surprised to find that it gives a little, pushing outwards. Unlocked.

Leaving the room shows her more furniture, and a bag filled with strange food, and a staircase, and bookcases that are mostly empty but not entirely, and a little tool made of metal, and cabinets that open and close, and taps that run cold water when you turn them, and windows, and another door that's also unlocked - and beyond that door, something amazing.

And then she discovers the tablet, with all the unfamiliar people talking on it about unfamiliar things, and she looks through it for a while, transfixed. There's so much welling up inside her, so many feelings itching to get out, and she suddenly wants to share it all with the people the way they're sharing their thoughts and feelings with each other. And so she clicks it into record mode.]

It's beautiful, beautiful, beautiful--

[Maybe that's a bad way to start. Repeating the same word over and over again doesn't make her sound very clever, and if she doesn't sound clever the people might not want to talk to her. She thinks back to the vocabulary lessons from the classroom and grabs some synonyms to use instead.]

It's gorgeous, stunning, exquisite, striking, transcendent. It sparkles like I think crystals do.

[She shuffles forward out of the house (which is mysterious, gloomy, obfuscous, Stygian, lonely) and bends, reaching out to touch the snow with a bare finger. She lets out a quiet cry of surprise.]

And it's cold!

[She knows that snow is cold, of course, but it still sends a shock through her system. It's the coldest thing she's ever touched; the coldest thing she's ever imagined. She does and doesn't want to touch it again. She looks back to the tablet, still recording audio.]

Am I on the other side of the big door?

[Oh, great. Another small child.]

it's snow
where are you from?
florida?

you're in a frozen hellscape
and you'll die if you go and play in the snow for too long
go find a grown-up to hang out with
they like people like you

I'm from--

[She isn't sure what to say, suddenly. Is this still the base? He mentions Florida, which she's never heard of, but it sounds like maybe it's a region or a city, so--]

I'm from Region 6.

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