Catra (
heeeyadora) wrote in
revivalproject2020-06-03 05:40 pm
Some people have a bad day. | Calibrations
WHO: Catra, OPEN
WHERE: Catra's Calibration Room
WHAT: Catra's Calibration
WHEN: 3 June - 10 June
WARNINGS: Child abuse, violence, possible She-Ra spoilers (up to end of season 4)
The room you step into is one of utilitarian design, metal walls and bunks with perfunctory mats that serves as mattresses, along with a single pillow. By it there's a crude drawing of two girls, one of which seems to be scratched out.
A small shape sits on the end of one of the lower bunks, hidden away under a thin blanket and sniffling, though she'll hiss if you approach. She holds a letter clutched tight in her fists, and that may be what has her so upset.
Meanwhile, the longer you're here, more you might begin to notice, something seems off. Part of the room seems to be fading away, being slowly devoured by whiteness. Will you avoid the impending doom or explore it?
WHERE: Catra's Calibration Room
WHAT: Catra's Calibration
WHEN: 3 June - 10 June
WARNINGS: Child abuse, violence, possible She-Ra spoilers (up to end of season 4)
The room you step into is one of utilitarian design, metal walls and bunks with perfunctory mats that serves as mattresses, along with a single pillow. By it there's a crude drawing of two girls, one of which seems to be scratched out.
A small shape sits on the end of one of the lower bunks, hidden away under a thin blanket and sniffling, though she'll hiss if you approach. She holds a letter clutched tight in her fists, and that may be what has her so upset.
Meanwhile, the longer you're here, more you might begin to notice, something seems off. Part of the room seems to be fading away, being slowly devoured by whiteness. Will you avoid the impending doom or explore it?

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For a moment he considers his response. "I have no memories of my own parents either. They died. When I was very young. For me it was my grandmother that raised me." Which is still far removed from being raised as part of an army.
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"...Why are you still here?!" she lashes out, tossing a pillow in his direction, though there does seem to be a genuine question in there. "Just go. You don't have to be here. Stop pretending you care."
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“What if I want to be here?” He asks, crossing his arms in a somewhat stubborn way. “What if I want to get to know you?”
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“I can promise you that I won’t be saving anyone. But... We all need company. Especially here.”
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"...So what...you're lonely, is that it?"
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