Nunnally // 01 // voice
[Something... something isn't right.
The thought drifted into her mind as Nunnally woke, before she even opened her eyes, and she remained quite still to concentrate on her surroundings and pinpoint what had triggered the realization. The sheets, the scent of the room, even the angle of the sunlight was- off. Not the same as what she was accustomed to at all, which meant that somehow, somehow she wasn't where she'd gone to sleep.
There was no indication that anyone else was nearby, however, no matter how much she strained to listen, and she finally opened her eyes to discover that... no, this certainly wasn't home. It wasn't anywhere she'd seen before, in fact, and she had no idea how she'd managed to get here without realizing it.
The sudden flood of questions in her mind was abruptly cut off as she started to push herself up to a sitting position, and she realized that something else was entirely different. Nunnally caught her lower lip in her teeth and flicked the covers back with a sharp gesture, staring down at her legs in disbelief. Was that....
And to her surprise, she hadn't been mistaken: when she cautiously tried again her legs did move, shifting a few very visible inches to one side with an ease she hadn't experienced in years.
It took a few moments before she tore herself away from her utter shock and fascination with the ability to move on her own, to simply stand without assistance and explore her surroundings without another's aid, but soon enough she did recall herself to the rest of her situation and began to explore.]
[After exploring the contents of the trunk at the foot of her bed Nunnally reads over the letter several more times, hoping that each time she'd find something new that will actually make sense, as though the words could somehow suddenly twist and re-form into something resembling the reality she knows. She turns then to the communications device she'd found nearby, but looking over the entries on that only leaves her all the more confused. This is all so- strange. Impossible. But at the same time she is here. She's standing here, in fact. She can either try to deny it or simply accept what information she has and move on in an attempt to find out what to do next.
After a moment she realizes that she's accidentally triggered an audio recording while toying with the device, though to this point it wouldn't have picked up anything more than rustling sounds and breathing. Now, however, there's a soft, startled gasp followed by a quiet laugh as she's amused by her own reaction.]
Oh! I beg your pardon, I just arrived and I'm... unfamiliar with this, and how it works.
Hello, anyone who may be listening. My name is Nunnally, and I seem to have just arrived here. I feel like I have a great many questions but don't know where to begin, though I presume that's normal, if everyone else arrived in the same fashion?
[She hesitates briefly, then a smile is distinctly audible as she continues.]
Is there perhaps anyone kind enough to show me around? You would have my thanks, if so.
The thought drifted into her mind as Nunnally woke, before she even opened her eyes, and she remained quite still to concentrate on her surroundings and pinpoint what had triggered the realization. The sheets, the scent of the room, even the angle of the sunlight was- off. Not the same as what she was accustomed to at all, which meant that somehow, somehow she wasn't where she'd gone to sleep.
There was no indication that anyone else was nearby, however, no matter how much she strained to listen, and she finally opened her eyes to discover that... no, this certainly wasn't home. It wasn't anywhere she'd seen before, in fact, and she had no idea how she'd managed to get here without realizing it.
The sudden flood of questions in her mind was abruptly cut off as she started to push herself up to a sitting position, and she realized that something else was entirely different. Nunnally caught her lower lip in her teeth and flicked the covers back with a sharp gesture, staring down at her legs in disbelief. Was that....
And to her surprise, she hadn't been mistaken: when she cautiously tried again her legs did move, shifting a few very visible inches to one side with an ease she hadn't experienced in years.
It took a few moments before she tore herself away from her utter shock and fascination with the ability to move on her own, to simply stand without assistance and explore her surroundings without another's aid, but soon enough she did recall herself to the rest of her situation and began to explore.]
[After exploring the contents of the trunk at the foot of her bed Nunnally reads over the letter several more times, hoping that each time she'd find something new that will actually make sense, as though the words could somehow suddenly twist and re-form into something resembling the reality she knows. She turns then to the communications device she'd found nearby, but looking over the entries on that only leaves her all the more confused. This is all so- strange. Impossible. But at the same time she is here. She's standing here, in fact. She can either try to deny it or simply accept what information she has and move on in an attempt to find out what to do next.
After a moment she realizes that she's accidentally triggered an audio recording while toying with the device, though to this point it wouldn't have picked up anything more than rustling sounds and breathing. Now, however, there's a soft, startled gasp followed by a quiet laugh as she's amused by her own reaction.]
Oh! I beg your pardon, I just arrived and I'm... unfamiliar with this, and how it works.
Hello, anyone who may be listening. My name is Nunnally, and I seem to have just arrived here. I feel like I have a great many questions but don't know where to begin, though I presume that's normal, if everyone else arrived in the same fashion?
[She hesitates briefly, then a smile is distinctly audible as she continues.]
Is there perhaps anyone kind enough to show me around? You would have my thanks, if so.