07-04-2021, 22:43:35 PM
The Cyan Portal: The Complex Cafeteria.
Kellensea heads to the Cafeteria, on Vivi's suggestion. The door swings open fairly easily. No security system activates, nothing of incredible interest happens. It looks like a fairly normal cafeteria within a massive underground complex, for what that's worth in normalcy points. The benches are metal and bolted to the floor, the cafeteria line is made largely of poured concrete with a tempered-glass sneeze guard. The colors of the place seem to largely be limited to "grey, different grey, darker grey, and lighter grey", with the biggest splashes of color being a stack of unmarked cardboard boxes and a stack of bright blue trays at one end of the line. There's a door marked "refrigeration unit" in the back, and a visible kitchen through a second door. Aside from the distinct lack of people and the omnidirectional clicking and whirring sounds, another strange thing about the place is that only the house-like room had dust in it. Everything so far has been almost completely clean and brightly lit. Naturally, Kellensea immediately gravitates towards the boxes and tears them open.
...what?
She stands over the open box for a few seconds, then opens another, with a similar reaction.
Okay. Alright. Okay. Yes. Okay. No, this is wrong.
She shows both boxes to Vivi. They're both completely empty.
Something's wrong here. This place is familiar to me. Not to you, right? Now, let's assume these portals open into random places. What are the chances it would open into a place that's ALMOST like a place I was once, but not quite?
She pauses, and throws open the door to the refrigeration unit. It opens into a large, freezing cold room filled with boxes and shelves with more boxes. At the back wall, there's a window looking into some kind of swirling snow storm. The window is coated in a layer of ice on both sides. She quickly closes the door again, not even going in.
Lots of nothing. There doesn't seem to be much of use here. Maybe we should leave. Or go somewhere else.
Her matter-of-fact tone is somewhat undermined by a note of genuine terror in her voice.
Kellensea heads to the Cafeteria, on Vivi's suggestion. The door swings open fairly easily. No security system activates, nothing of incredible interest happens. It looks like a fairly normal cafeteria within a massive underground complex, for what that's worth in normalcy points. The benches are metal and bolted to the floor, the cafeteria line is made largely of poured concrete with a tempered-glass sneeze guard. The colors of the place seem to largely be limited to "grey, different grey, darker grey, and lighter grey", with the biggest splashes of color being a stack of unmarked cardboard boxes and a stack of bright blue trays at one end of the line. There's a door marked "refrigeration unit" in the back, and a visible kitchen through a second door. Aside from the distinct lack of people and the omnidirectional clicking and whirring sounds, another strange thing about the place is that only the house-like room had dust in it. Everything so far has been almost completely clean and brightly lit. Naturally, Kellensea immediately gravitates towards the boxes and tears them open.
...what?
She stands over the open box for a few seconds, then opens another, with a similar reaction.
Okay. Alright. Okay. Yes. Okay. No, this is wrong.
She shows both boxes to Vivi. They're both completely empty.
Something's wrong here. This place is familiar to me. Not to you, right? Now, let's assume these portals open into random places. What are the chances it would open into a place that's ALMOST like a place I was once, but not quite?
She pauses, and throws open the door to the refrigeration unit. It opens into a large, freezing cold room filled with boxes and shelves with more boxes. At the back wall, there's a window looking into some kind of swirling snow storm. The window is coated in a layer of ice on both sides. She quickly closes the door again, not even going in.
Lots of nothing. There doesn't seem to be much of use here. Maybe we should leave. Or go somewhere else.
Her matter-of-fact tone is somewhat undermined by a note of genuine terror in her voice.