In The Not Too Distant Future, Next Sunday A.D. (Open)
The crowd in the movie theater was quick to disperse following MonoMANU’s announcement. Though some lingered behind to have their questions answered, it was not long before the area was abandoned, left behind for better spaces to properly realize the severity of the motive, and what exactly was at stake...
Well, almost abandoned.
E.L.L.A finds themselves wandering the theater, examining the posters of films long gone hanging upon it’s pristine walls. A exact replica of a mid-twentieth century cinema, a precise copy of architecture near extinct due to the combination of destruction caused by The Tragedy, and the plain disrepair and rot 164 years could bring, and they couldn't even get themselves to properly focus on it. A shame, really.
The removal of something vital to your talent...in their case, they found it somewhat hard to be concerned. Replacements for lost IO parts were easy to come by now in days, so it wasn't as if disabling their eyes, or ears, or whatever else was required in order to properly observe others would be permanent. Yes, they doubted their captor would provide these things to them so easily, but with the added factor of a mysterious benefactor attempting to rescue them, they doubted they could really be inconvenienced for very long.
If they were drawn in the lottery, all that had to be done was adapt. Adapt and ensure that they won’t be seen as a potential target for murder-
The sound of footsteps upon tiles interrupt their thoughts, finding themselves turning to see where they had originated from.
“..Oh, hello there. And here I had thought everyone else had left. Do you see anything interesting here?”












