#pandora.starter

[thetriumvirate]

LOCATION: Maguayan Beach OPEN TO: Everyone

Shadow adjusted his sunglasses as he kept his attention on the boat. The plan was to go see the sights and do a little bit of island hopping, which in theory sounded very interesting if not for the simple fact that it was particularly hot that day and he wasn’t all that much of a fan of bright days. He liked the nighttime period a lot better. Regardless, a barely audible sigh danced from his lips, his right hand adjusting the strap of his bag against his shoulder while waiting for their guide to finish all the preparations possible for them to go. It should be something trivial but even so – he did pack sunscreen, a compass, some healthy snacks, bottles of water, a little first aid kit… all the basic survival must-have items. Catastrophes could happen at any time and he liked to be prepared. At least, more prepared than some of the agents were. Adjusting his sunglasses again, his gaze turned to the man next to him. It would be that alone time was not in the cards for him. And that also meant having to potentially engage in conversation with someone else. That was ever so tiresome. Being social could be exhausting every now and then.

”You good?”

[pandorasphoenix]

open to: all. location: level 4's medical bay.

several days had passed since the annual hell week, and life had settled back into its usual rhythm. phoenix was back at the medical bay, chatting with the staff and helping the injured recover. working with the vulnerable had its perks –– they were always more willing to share gossip with their healer. lately, the hottest topic was a rumor about a mole living in atlantis, stirring a growing sense of distrust among the operatives.

“ do you think it's true? what everyone is saying. ” he examined the wound for a moment before reaching for a nearby scalpel to open a small cut in his own skin to draw blood. he let a few drops get in contact with the injury to speed up the healing process. “ it could be anyone. ”

[theoperatives]

c:\location\level-06\hot-springs. status: open.

five years and agent whisper doesn't remember a time when pandora has called all operatives from missions, to close ranks. the air is thick with tension, a palpable unease that thrums like a heartbeat. for someone like romeo, this causes the hair on the back of his neck to rise. he's trained to find the clues, to piece together information, to find the answers that are right in front of him and deduce an outcome, a possibility.

there's just nothing for him to see, now.

extra training and examinations. were they not good enough? did something happen that compromised pandora and atlantis? with no debrief, agent whisper only has his own thoughts to keep him going.

that can be dangerous.

the sting of the hot springs is enough to keep his mind from running down every wayward thought, to keep himself focused on the singular mission all operatives have been given: stand by. he closes his eyes, leans his head back, and sinks further into the bubbling, hot waters that lick over each aching muscle. stand by, continue as normal, train and train, and wait and wait. it should be easy enough. nothing is ever that easy.

he hears footsteps and knows that the hot springs will have more people soon enough, coming to them so early in the morning just meant he had a little quiet before the buzz of atlantis took over. "business as usual?" he asks, voice low, eyes opening to see who might be joining him. "or did you just get done with a training regiment?"

[thetriumvirate]

Open to: anyone

”Hello? Such a weird thing to say on his first official day with Pandora – but there was not a living soul around. If anything, there was merely what he assumed to be the backlash of some scuffle going around, but no people. “Where is everyone?” Eyes looked around. Almost as if he was trying to assess the damage he was seeing, trying to put together pieces of a puzzle he didn’t really understand. Were they under attack just before he was released? Why weren’t they warned that they were under attack? Walter frowned at the thought, but he would not presume others’ actions nor judge them. He didn’t know how things worked around there. What he wanted to know was how to get to the residential area in order to find his room and maybe, after that, try to assist in any way he could…? Not that he had any idea how to help or what he could even do but… it was better than nothing?

”Hello…?” Again, no answer. As he walked past the debris of what he assumed to be a fight and the lights flickered over his head – he had to wonder – how safe were they? Did one of the other agents lost control and raged against things? Were they under attack? How safe were they… really? His jaw clenched at the concept of being unsafe. Something about that made his entire body tense for a moment – almost like he wasn’t really keen on the idea of being pushed into a corner. If needed be, he could fight. He knew how to fight, how to shoot a gun and how to…

The stench of decay… A silent plea before becoming nothing…

He shook his head. What the hell were those flashes? And that smell? He didn’t remember anything like that from his time before. Weird – maybe that was just stress and anxiety from not being able to find anyone or even learn where he was. “Hello?”