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The Revival Project Mods ([personal profile] trpmods) wrote in [community profile] revivalproject2020-07-10 11:00 pm

Calibrations Waiting Room Mingle

WHO: ALL HE ROWS
WHERE: The Secret Tunnel, which has become the Calibrations Waiting Room (or was it always...?)
WHAT: Mingle log for literally anything you'd like to take place in the waiting room between sleep cycles during the event
WHEN: June 3 - July 10
WARNINGS: Please mark individual threads with warnings

For those that have heeded Ga Re's warning, the door within the secret tunnel - which looks suspiciously like the hatch to one of your shuttles - is wide open, waiting for you. You walk through... and the door behind you disappears. You’re now standing in a cavernous, cold, white waiting room. There are hallways leading off the main corridor with names above each. One of them has your name and will draw you toward it, inevitably.

And on the wall, in pink, running letters is written this single greeting:

‘Welcome to Calibrations’.


The secret tunnel has become a large waiting room with chairs, tables, and the same food dispensers available in the shuttles. There are also communal bathrooms - one for each gender - with several toilet stalls and shower stalls in each, including basic shampoo and soap dispensers, like you might find in a hotel. The water isn’t hot, so hopefully you don’t mind lukewarm showers. Somehow, at least, it never goes cold.

Branching off the main waiting room room are the labeled hallways. At the end of each short hallway is a door, with the same character’s name written on them. Anyone can enter any room, regardless of the name written on it. Everyone has their own room, though of course people can share. Each room has a simple bed (approximately queen-sized) and a set of drawers.

You can opt to spend time in your room or in the larger, common waiting room. (And if you do, you can thread it out here!) But every 16 hours, you'll feel a compulsion: You need to sleep. Right now. You find yourself going into your room (or someone else's, if you really want). But you’re drawn to the bed. You can’t help but lie down. And then, you fall asleep.
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[personal profile] beholding_archivist 2020-06-25 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
It's nice to hear that someone has some good memories to share at least. Thinking of it, Jon wouldn't even know what a happy memory for him might look like. Unless these rooms are willing to feature memories of him petting cats. Or visiting the zoo study some of the animals and the information on them for hours. It's unlikely he will find any memories of himself sitting at home and reading a scientific book. Though those were good times in his opinion. No terror, only a simple book.

Though there is one thing he feels like asking about "Lady - That's your pet?" Pet wolf, according to her words.
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[personal profile] theladyofwinterfell 2020-06-27 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, yes, Lady. You might have seen her," Sansa says. "She's a direwolf - she's white and grey. She's bigger than a regular wolf and has better manners unless you have something she wants to eat or is begging to be petted. I've tried to train her out of that but...she's stubborn."

Sansa laughs. "I love having her here. It reminds me of home in a way that is good instead of some of the bad things that happened there."
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[personal profile] beholding_archivist 2020-06-28 04:59 pm (UTC)(link)
"A direwolf." Jon repeats with a wide-eyed look, but then shakes his head, "I- I don't think I have encountered her, I'm afraid." As far as he is aware, direwolves are an extinct species - At least on his version of Earth.

"You keep direwolves as pets where you are from?" Yes, he has to ask, just to make sure. She makes this wolf sound like a puppy, which is a mental image the Archivist has yet to get used to.
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[personal profile] theladyofwinterfell 2020-06-29 07:05 pm (UTC)(link)
"Not in general," Sansa says, laughing softly. "But Starks keep them. It's the sigil of our house, after all, and we hand raised ours from pups. I wouldn't call them completely tamed but Lady has very good manners. You needn't worry."

Lady wouldn't hurt anyone unless they hurt Sansa. She's sure of it.

"She protects me."