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𝚆𝙴𝙻𝙲𝙾𝙼𝙴 𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚈𝙾𝙽𝙴 ！this is a private (mutuals-only), selective, and independent roleplay blog for chell from valve’s portal series. make sure to check out my page and maybe stay awhile !

highly crossover-friendly and flexible, chances are i’ll definitely be up to throwing chell into your muse’s universe.

In situations where she has integrated into human society in some way, Chell will eventually learn sign language. She learned some of the basics during her childhood, but never became fluent. Unless she has been living within some kind of human society, or with people who know how to sign, she will not really know how to communicate with sign language, and won’t use much, though occasionally something close to a sign might make its way into her hand gestures. 

IT’S TOO MUCH TO TAKE IN   after the sterile whites, greys, and blacks of the enrichment centre, or the dull, lifeless, dilapidated remains of old Aperture, or the vast and endless wastelands that Chell had endured for weeks. 

The bright lights, the vibrant colours, the sounds assailing her ears are making her miss Aperture, even miss the simultaneously antagonistic yet soothing voice of the rogue AI that had trapped her there.

Chell isn’t even entirely sure how she got here. The last thing she can remember is wandering through the wastes, portal gun barely lifted enough to keep it from dragging against the ground, companion cube slung over her shoulder. The world spinning, everything spinning, her vision dull and hazy-- 

And now, this. 

She’s somewhere altogether new, altogether strange, and altogether unpleasant. 

But Chell isn’t at all unfamiliar with things like this. She’s used to waking up in strange, unpleasant places. And she knows better than to linger too long on the where and the how, and to focus instead on the escaping. 

This time, there’s no voice telling her where to go, what to do. She’s on her own, with nothing but the clothes on her back and the boots still on her feet. That’s something at least. 

Getting outside isn’t hard, for once. It’s the outside that’s hard. Impossible to navigate. It’s nothing like Aperture, nothing like Chell has ever seen. And there are people. Real people. That complicates things. Makes moving around far more difficult. Because where, before, she simply had to avoid falling into pools of toxic waste and try to hit platforms, moving people are a different matter entirely. And when one of them finds herself directly in the spot where Chell was hoping to land, the escaped test subject can’t fully redirect her course, and collides with the stranger, sending them both tumbling. 

              “…Is it too late to claim innocence ?” The question leaves crackling vox before the defective clone can stop it. Clad in armor adorned with scuffs and chips, skulls and echoes of battle ; he is all but a peaceful presence. Gloved hands remain lifted, fingers wiggling as he resists the urge to reach out and inspect the WEAPON aiming his direction. Truth be told, Tech is CURIOUS. His visor remains up, resting above brow armor, eyes wide behind the lens of thick goggles. He is perfectly capable of a fight, though he sees no reason to start one just YET ; what a story it will be for the boys if he manages to return with a new schematic. The THRILL is too much to resist.                  “…What are the properties ?”

SHE HAD BASED HER MOVES   on a gamble that the stranger wouldn’t know what an ASHPD looked like, and, thus, wouldn’t know that, were Chell to actually shoot it, it wouldn’t do anything.

Well, aside from maybe a small amount of radiation exposure, but that wasn’t really going to help in this situation. 

Luckily, it seemed to have worked. The stranger’s hands are raised, and he doesn’t seem to be showing any clear signs of aggression-- still, she can’t be too careful. But at the same time, she wonders if he’s human, and if so, he’ll be the first human she’s seen since leaving Aperture. But it’s impossible to tell-- while the inflections of his voice don’t sound particularly mechanical, there’s no face, not an inch of visible skin, and Chell has no way of knowing if there’s a person beneath the plating or not.