Erran Serfaty (yahey) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2016-07-31 02:59:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 043, aspen, erran, madison |
Who: Aspen, Erran, and Madison
When: 9 AM
Where: Room #6
Erran had spent last night with Gemma, putting dinner together as best they could for Erev Shabbat, a leisurely evening of eating and talking. Gemma had fallen asleep first, due to the wine, but Erran hadn't been far behind. When he woke up alone in a concrete cell, his brain went through an abbreviated version of the same panic as before, when they'd been told about the relocation. Okay, concrete cell with no windows, this is definitely the part where you get murdered.
But when the door turned out to be unlocked, he released some of the fear. Zenith moved people around in their sleep, it was something They did, it was invasive and wrong and uncomfortable but not actually fatal, so he'd deal until there was better evidence of imminent murder. Seeing gym clothes in the bag made him sigh, because he really didn't feel like doing anything athletic today, but there probably wasn't a choice about it. The best he could hope for was that this wouldn't take long and that people wouldn't get punished too badly. He got dressed and went to explore the hallway.
The room at the end of the hall was less like something out of the second half of Martyrs but still disconcerting enough, with cushioned chairs arranged around...what? A flat, featureless black panel in the floor. Erran had no idea what that was—the only suggestion his brain came up with was floor TV? which proved he still needed time to wake up properly. He also didn't know why anyone would need gym clothes for this, but the exit door was locked so this was apparently the end of the line.