[Video; Action??]

[donttestme]

[Chell stares at the camera of this little device she found in her pocket. It may not have the same white, modern curves of an Aperture device, but it was something meant to record and monitor, which mean there was someone(something) watching and listening. She glares at it, fury burning in her eyes. Her lips form a slight frown, which grows deeper as the feed carries on.

Her hand shakes and she cuts the feed suddenly, because she’s about to scream at the device and whoever is monitoring her (as if it could be anything else).

She was supposed to be free!]

...

[She takes a deep breath, and suddenly, the anger is gone. It would be safe to turn the camera back on, but she doesn’t. She sent her message. She’s just waiting now, for her to make contact, to tell her she was kidding and then start insulting her intelligence, her weight, her parentage, whatever she thought would get to her.

It wouldn’t. It never would. No one would ever get that satisfaction.

She starts walking down the halls, testing doors, looking for a way out. She’s not going to waste time standing around until she gets an answer, if any is to come.]

[Edit: And now she's smashing mirrors on her way.]


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[video]

[thisisthescript]

[Well being glared at was something that Jay was used to, after all most of his life revolved around enraging people for some reason. He was never really good at talking to people but since coming back to Wonderland Jay had been attempting his best to jump out of his comfort zone and at least attempt to talk to other people.]

Uhm hey, everything alright?

[video]

[donttestme]

[Finally, a response. Chell opens up communications, only to see... Not a Personality Core, but a... A person. A real person - well, let's not get ahead of herself. Who knew what other science fiction BS Aperture Sciences could pull. Could be pre-recorded, could be something rendered.]

[Chell looks surprised for a second, before her face hardens again.]

"... Who are you."

[Her voice sounds a little coarse from disuse, but it manages to hold an accusatory edge anyway.]

[video]

[thisisthescript]

I'm Jay.

[He looked at them and gave a small wave; he never was to good with interacting with people. He cleared his throat a second awkwardly as he attempted to come up with something to say, some way to calm them or at least get them to stop making him feel like he did something wrong.]

And uhm...you are?

Re: [video]

[donttestme]

[Chell thinks about it. Can she just give her name out? How could it be used against her? Was this kid even from Aperture -- no, probably not. GLaDOS seemed to have killed every employee and test subject in the labs, and he looked... Well, going by the evidence she found, any other survivors would be crazy. This kid was awkward, but looked stable. Then where did he come from? Or, maybe, where did she go?

Yes, she'd rather know that before parting with any information of her own.]

"Where am I?"

action;

[eatsyourscience]

[In one of the rooms whose door she's tested is a Souji. He's building a small mech model and he looks up when the door opens, surprised but not really bothered. He's got a small paintbrush held between his teeth (for convenience, you understand) and he doesn't bother to take it out to greet her.]

Hi.

Action

[donttestme]

...

[Chell stares. It's... Not remotely like a testing room. Or an observation room. Or even a breakroom. It... It's more like that stasis room she woke up in, but while that was manufactured and impersonal this... She couldn't remember ever seeing one, but this was a bedroom, a lived-in, personalized bedroom.

And there was a person in it.]

... Hi.

[He looked too young to be a scientist. Could be a test subject except hahaha no, Aperture didn't even treat their staff this nicely.]

Action

[eatsyourscience]

[Souji takes the paintbrush out of his teeth, wipes his hands off on a cloth, and gets up. He comes around the table, but doesn't approach too close, since she's tense and he's kind of tall and might be intimidating to someone that tense.]

Are you new?

o/ [action]

[surgicalprodigy]

[ Alan's door is one of the ones that's tested by Chell. It opens, unlocked, showing a rather ornate and fancy looking room with some young man playing video games in the middle. He doesn't seem to notice her for now. ]

Re: o/ [action]

[donttestme]

[... This room doesn't look anything like the last one. It doesn't even really match the hall, either. There's another person in this room. She might have to get used to this idea that there are other living things out there. Unless any of these people turn out to be a robot.]

[She just kind of... observes. Waits for something to spring out at her maybe. And then she starts backing out of the door.]

Re: o/ [action]

[surgicalprodigy]

[ Huh? He notices her when she backs up. Alan turns around. Who's that? Whoever this lady is, he hasn't seen her here before. ]

..Hi?

[ why are random people opening his door!? Oh well, at least she's pretty. ]

[video]

[jivitadana]

[Minato caught the brief video feed. He hadn't seen her before, but may as well follow up.]

... You just arrived?

Re: [video]

[donttestme]

[Another response, another person. Chell isn't unconvinced this is an Aperture thing yet, but...]

[she narrows her eyes]

... Arrived where?

[video]

[jivitadana]

Wonderland.

[Still not exactly helpful, but Minato could explain if asked.]

You've been brought here involuntarily.

ACTION

[whatseparates]

<sub>[Jack had been napping, but he sleeps lightly when he sleeps at all, and the sound of doorknobs rattling down his hall gets him upright in seconds.

And it's better to get something before it gets you.

A nearby door opens, and then there's a big, powerfully built man standing about a dozen yards from Chell. He's wearing a moth mask, and he's pointing a large shotgun at her.]</sub>

ACTION

[donttestme]

[A door opens. At this point, Chell knows there are people here. And so far, they have been... Oddly calm. Compliant. They didn't look scared, either at 'captivity', or at her intrusion.

Well, until now. Her luck on that front ran out - though, in a way, it's almost a relief to see it. Someone responding, they were reacting, not sitting and taking it.

Unfortunately for her, they're reacting by pointing a gun at her. And it probably shoots the other kind of holes in walls.]

[She freezes for the second it takes to size him up -- Human? Humanoid? Robot? Human. Mask. Armed. Another second and she remembers a name: Shotgun. That's about right.]

[She's so used to dodging turrets - she knows how long it takes them to lock on her and fire, and -- but -- humans don't have consistent programming. Maybe he'll take longer - or maybe not.]

[Still, her reflexes are quick - her eyes narrow and she sprints across the hall (further to move to keep her in sight), slamming into the door as she turns the handle (faster than standing and opening it). This room seems unoccupied, which is good, she's not risking an assault from another front. She ducks out of the way of the door, crouches, and waits to see if she's been pursued.]

ACTION

[whatseparates]

<sub>[Jack lowers the gun, stunned. She...ran? What a bizarrely normal response. It leaves him intrigued, so rather than retreating to his room, he pads over to the door Chell disappeared behind.

He raps on it gently with the back of his knuckles.]</sub>

Hey, I didn't know you were--I...

_{[Am sorry I almost shot at you? Didn't realize you were a normal person?]}

What was that on your legs?

_{[Real smooth, Jack.]}

mirror writing HAHAHA sorry

[carbon_knight]

[Depending on how observant she is, she might begin to notice messages written--in the process of being written, really--on various reflective surfaces as she passes down the hall. Mirrors, yes, but the occasional vase or well-polished doorknob as well.]

Hello.

[This first greeting might be repeated several times, in various sizes and scripts, if Mark gets bored.]

You don't mess around, do you?

[Elsewhere, further along:]

Landing on your feet. I like that in a person.

A...action?

[donttestme]

[The writing, Chell doesn't quite notice it yet. She's seen writing on walls before, and interesting as they were, she did not want to stop to read for cryptic, mad clues.

After awhile, though, she calms down, and bothers to read. Unlike the ratty graffiti in the Enrichment Center's walls, this - this seems to be directed at her, not whoever finds it.

Well, no, there was graffiti dedicated to her, but it... Well, it was pretty, but really creepily desperate, and put her too much on a pedestal.

This, ah, these words weren't like that. They were straightforward. To the point. And, addressed to her.]

[She stares at the mirror, and backs away from it. Who wrote that there? When? How? And why -- she was being watched again.]

[She looks around, for cameras, for anyone trying to hide, for - hell, even a core or something. An explanation..]

[carbon_knight]

Here.

[Printed right across Chell's face in the nearest mirror.]

[video forever]

[speaksforthetrees]

Um, miss?

[She seems awfully cheesed off. Somewhat like that gentleman that the Once-ler called his "aunt"...]

You alright there? I don't think I've seen you around here before.

Re: [video forever]

[donttestme]

[in between mirrors, she checks her device. Getting another message. Maybe this will be able to tell her ab-]

[...]

[What the fresh hell?]

[She kind of stares at the thing. Maybe it's a trick of- of something. Aperture Wonderland some kind of rendering. A robot. A... Small, talking, orange creature. Her memories were patchy, but she's pretty sure this animal... doesn't... exist...]

[speaksforthetrees]

[...Why isn't she talking?

Why is she looking at him like that?]

What, do I got something stuck in my mustache?

fashionably late video;

[airshipswank]

[ A new face? My, and such a sullen one at that. ]

Now, try that again with a smile. You'll be here for a while, you might as well... endear yourself to the audience, eh?

[video (or jpeg, you can't tell with her)]

[donttestme]

[Another response. By now, Chell is smashing mirrors just for the hell of it, less out of fury and defiance. There's still some of that there, of course, y'know. She's still not keen on this 'Wonderland' stuff, going by what others have said about it. She's not sure how much of that is true, yet, but she's getting an idea. If whoever this is doesn't provide more information, she'll at least know who else she's sharing... this..... facility...... with.......]

...

[That. Well. She knows her outfit is pretty basic, but uh. That... Is... Something else. She just kind of stares, rendered speechless at Buckingham's fashion sensibilities.]

maybe a subtly animated gif?

[airshipswank]

[ Ah yes, quite the understandable reaction, His Lordship is truly a majestic sight to behold. And what is this now, smashing mirrors already? Hardly a novelty, but an interesting point all the same. ]

I count... twenty-eight years of bad luck in my sight alone. [ He tuts. ] Careful, or you might run out of lives, even here.