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Jac looks around the room she was directed to when she first came in. "Eleanor?" She calls out, "Anyone here?" She was late, she knew it. Jac sighs, she had tried to explain to her mother that they *had* to be there on time, but her younger siblings had made it harder than it should've been to get going. She sees five other people already attached to the simulators, with their helmets on. They look so lifeless, just laying there... She shakes the thought away, No, they're fine. Remember what you're here for, this is going to help people!
She tentatively walks over to one of the empty cradles, her fingers running against the cool material. I wonder... Jac picks up the helmet and teases herself with the thought of putting it on. But you can't do that, you don't know the rules. What if you aren't supposed to put it on yet? She looks around before climbing in the cradle, Come on, just put it on already and start up the simulation! You're probably missing important details! Jac sighs, conflicted with herself as always. She calls out one last time, growing impatient, "Eleanor? If no one is here, I guess I'll just start it up myself?" Worried she was going against the rules, Jac pulls the helmet up and places it over her head. "Here goes nothing." She mutters.
Immediately she is pulled into a swirl of colors, her entire body tingling. She can feel herself fading away from reality and being transported into the game. She reappears in an empty white room save for a few tables and some chairs. Over on the far side of the room are rows of backpacks set out on the tables. There is a plethora of choices concerning size, color, and type. Jac walks up to the tables to get a better view and stumbles a bit, still not used to the controls. Once she reaches the tables she sees that there are backpacks missing from the rows. She expected at least five of the backpacks to be gone, but there were eight missing. Go ahead, grab one. Everyone else must have already gotten theirs. Jac runs her hands over the backpacks, feeling each one. She selects a dark blue backpack, number eleven. She's not quite sure why, but the color is very calming, very soothing, to her. She tries to unzip the backpack to check inside, but with no avail. Not sure what to do next, Jac sits down in one of the empty chairs and waits. What if you weren't supposed to do that? What if this messes up your chances for winning the game? Oh leave her alone she'll be fine.
Jac looks around the room she was directed to when she first came in. "Eleanor?" She calls out, "Anyone here?" She was late, she knew it. Jac sighs, she had tried to explain to her mother that they *had* to be there on time, but her younger siblings had made it harder than it should've been to get going. She sees five other people already attached to the simulators, with their helmets on. They look so lifeless, just laying there... She shakes the thought away, No, they're fine. Remember what you're here for, this is going to help people!
She tentatively walks over to one of the empty cradles, her fingers running against the cool material. I wonder... Jac picks up the helmet and teases herself with the thought of putting it on. But you can't do that, you don't know the rules. What if you aren't supposed to put it on yet? She looks around before climbing in the cradle, Come on, just put it on already and start up the simulation! You're probably missing important details! Jac sighs, conflicted with herself as always. She calls out one last time, growing impatient, "Eleanor? If no one is here, I guess I'll just start it up myself?" Worried she was going against the rules, Jac pulls the helmet up and places it over her head. "Here goes nothing." She mutters.
Immediately she is pulled into a swirl of colors, her entire body tingling. She can feel herself fading away from reality and being transported into the game. She reappears in an empty white room save for a few tables and some chairs. Over on the far side of the room are rows of backpacks set out on the tables. There is a plethora of choices concerning size, color, and type. Jac walks up to the tables to get a better view and stumbles a bit, still not used to the controls. Once she reaches the tables she sees that there are backpacks missing from the rows. She expected at least five of the backpacks to be gone, but there were eight missing. Go ahead, grab one. Everyone else must have already gotten theirs. Jac runs her hands over the backpacks, feeling each one. She selects a dark blue backpack, number eleven. She's not quite sure why, but the color is very calming, very soothing, to her. She tries to unzip the backpack to check inside, but with no avail. Not sure what to do next, Jac sits down in one of the empty chairs and waits. What if you weren't supposed to do that? What if this messes up your chances for winning the game? Oh leave her alone she'll be fine.