When you wake, it is slow and sluggish. Normally you'd have been up hours ago, prim and proper and ready to carry out your work with utmost precision and professionalism. But that had been when your boss was still alive, and when you weren't a prisoner in your own home. There's not exactly a need to rush now, is there?
Plus, last night you'd been kept up for several hours as well, as persistent earthquakes and aftershocks had rocked the world. Something was happening outside, something big, but mostly you'd been concerned with avoiding being crushed by your own furniture, and hoping the ceiling wouldn't get crushed by the rest of the tower your quarters were located in. In the end, there was one final quake, longer and more intense than any that had come before, then deathly silence. Still you stayed awake, bracing for another one, until the adrenaline wore off and darkness took you.
Now you laboriously stretch, surveying the wrecked contents of your quarters, and sigh in despair. This will take ages to clean up, and as things stand, you're not entirely sure it's even worth the effort anymore. Maybe you'd rather just leave it all like this, and crawl back onto your pad to slowly waste away, until your organic components have rotted and your mechanical parts rusted and fallen to pieces...
Shaking away those morbid thoughts, you instead make your way over to the mirror, now sporting several cracks. Indirect illumination from several lightstones embedded deep within the wall around it bathes you in a soft yellow glow, but the broken reflection of your haggard features just furthers your discontent. Your thoughts feel foggy, your memory banks clicking awkwardly as they sort back and forth in search of something. You realize you may have bumped your head during last night's quakes, and for a moment you're paranoid you may have forgotten your own name.
What Is Your Name?
>[Name] Write-In
Sighing in relief, you turn to the toppled furniture again, pondering how to spend your time.
What Is Your Plan? (Pick 2)
>[Action] Examine Yourself You may have taken other damage without realizing, so double-checking you weren't hurt may not go awry. Might as well freshen up while you're at it; you look frankly terrible right now.
>[Action] Clean Up Even with your current predicament, you're still a secretary through and through, and your neat-freak tendencies are screaming in the back of your head to fix the one mess still under your control.
>[Action] Try The Door It's a long shot, but maybe, just maybe the quakes could have shaken something loose. You don't have much in the way of brute strength, but perhaps you can pull it open a crack, just enough to cry for help...
>[Action] Check On The "Gift" Before his departure, your boss had left some items in your care, to guard with your life. With his subsequent demise it doesn't seem so pressing, but it may still be worth making sure they're safe...
>[Action] Write-In
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