seriesofbaddecisions | Room 210- Saturday morning

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Room 210- Saturday morning

There wasn't any immediate thought that something was wrong when Sabine woke up. It wasn't until she finally sat up after laying there for a while that she realized the room was covered in color. Which was not what she'd expected. Not that she knew what she'd expected. Also there seemed to be another bed?

She got out of bed and tried to be very quiet, going to the closet to see if there were clothes that weren't for sleep, and that was even more confusing.

What the hell.

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Normally, there wouldn't be anything too strange about Astrid waking up and not knowing exactly where she was, so the fact that this realization struck her as odd would have been a good indication that something was amiss...if she'd have known to recognize it. As it was, she was pulled out of sleep by the sort of noises made when someone was trying to be quiet but the universe had different ideas, thought nothing at first, and then slowly started to wonder. Where am I was not an uncommon question, but paired with who am I was a little weird, and felt different, though she had no recollection of any basis for that feeling.

Her back was to the room, curled up facing the wall as she was, and she considered just lying there for a moment until whatever or whoever else was there might leave, but a worrisome sort of curiousity wouldn't let her stay still. She shifted, turning around, blinking at the other girl in the room before sitting up and looking, bewildered, around herself.

"Where is this?" she asked, putting aside any concern she might have for seeming stupid, and she regarded the other girl a little more closely. "Who are you?"

The important, better question, of course, was who am I? but she'd figured she'd get to that one in a bit.

Sabine turned, blinked at that reaction, and said, "That depends on who's asking."

There, that might help her figure this out! Maybe!

Well, she would try to figure out 'who am I?' now, apparently, but she wasn't coming up with any good answers, blinking a little and frowning as she tried to search through what felt like a large blank room of headspace for the answer.

"I...I don't know, actually," she finally admitted, turning her slightly worried, mostly apologetic frown of confusion toward the other girl. "I...don't think I know much of anything right now..."

"Then that makes two of us," Sabine said after a pause. "Which is worrying. I don't recognize any of this."

Astrid shifted a little, sitting up straighter with another owlish look around, as if that would help reveal anything a little less mystifying. But she wound up shaking her head. "Yeah," she realized futilty, "me, neither. I don't...remember anything, like what could have happened or...anything."

Her frown deepened, and she pulled back her covered, turning to the side, her toes poking at the floor in an almost habitual search for some sort of slippers or something. "Worrying doesn't even begin to cover what this is..."

"Where would we be that looks like this?"

The downside of having an art-filled room was it was very easy to get thrown off by it on days like this!

Astrid looked around again, her head tilted as she considered it, wondering if there were many clues to the art itself or if they were just incidental. "A bedroom, obviously," she offered, figuring that, at this point, even the smallest details could be helpful. She considered the door. "Are we...sisters? Roommates? Inmates?"

It seemed a bit too nice for that last one, though she couldn't exactly pinpoint why she even thought of it.

"There's no way this room would look like this if we were inmates," Sabine reasoned. "And there's a helmet on the desk."

Astrid's brows lifted a little as she considered the helmet. "Doesn't really feel military," she noted. "As much as I can tell, anyway. Is it yours?"

The room clearly had sides, and it was on the side she assumed was the other girl.

"I don't know why it would be," said Sabine, who was going to feel really weird about that on Monday. But then she walked over to inspect it, and held up a couple more pieces of very colorful armor. "It does look good."

"Try it on," Astrid suggested, shrugging one shoulder. "See how it fits."

"There's not even a full suit here," she frowned, picking up the breastplate. "How is this helpful?"

Hey now, it was plenty helpful, and you were a tiny active girl who didn't need the restrictions of a full suit.

"Maybe it'll help jog your memory or something," Astrid offered, figuring the other girl had been referring to questionable helpfulness of her suggestion rather than the armor itself, and, by now, she'd scooted off the bed onto her feet. "I'll check outside; maybe that'll help us know what kind of place this is."

"Sure," Sabine said, clipping on a wrist guard, though it didn't seem to want to stay on right. "Maybe there are other confused people wandering the halls."

Astrid opened the door, stuck her head out, and looked up and down the long hallway before ducking her head back in. "No other people that I could see," she reported. "Just a bunch of other doors, so we might be in some kind of dormitory, maybe? And I think I may have smelled some food from all the way down the hall."

"We could investigate," Sabine said, still fiddling with the armor. She felt like she should be able to do this. She didn't know she was wearing the wrong clothes for it.

"Do you need help?" Astrid offered, coming over once she realized the other girl was having a little bit of trouble. She didn't imagine how she could help, though, she didn't have any better idea how to deal with armor like that herself, but it did almost make her wonder... "Or maybe it's mine?"

It was really pretty, though, whichever one of them it belonged to.

"You can try it," Sabine said, and she was going to twitch remembering that later, but she held it out for her.

It still wouldn't work, since it didn't strap on and instead adhered to her bodyglove, which just looked like a boring black thing in the closet right now.

And Astrid took it, looking it over, confirming exactly what she'd suspected, that she had absolutely no clue what to do with this thing, but she was going to make an effort anyway, mimicking what the other girl had done, but with even less successful results.

"Yeah," she concluded, handing it back, "pretty sure that's not mine."

"Maybe it belongs to someone else," Sabine suggested. "Not that I know who..."

"There are only two beds, though," Astrid pointed out. "There's probably not a third roommate, unless one of us is here on some sort of false pretenses or a sleepover or something."

Her brow furrowed as she looked around the room again, and at the walls, and the supplies, and all the other artsy stuff pretty much everywhere you looked.

"Or I guess it would make sense if one of us is painting these pieces for someone. I...kind of get the impression that that's something we might do."

There was paint underneath her fingernails, for crying out loud, and she held up her hand so that the other girl could see what she meant.

Upon seeing that, Sabine looked at her own fingernails, and found nothing. Because that was one of the reasons she wore gloves.

"Maybe I'm just staying over here for some reason," she frowned, thoigh she was looking around for any other clues, maybe something that would have an ID in it. "It looks like two people did half the work each in here, maybe I'm just visiting?"

"Maybe," Astrid agreed, open to any possibility, really, and she looked thoughtful again, moving over to the desk on the side of the room she'd woken up on. "Let's check the drawers of these desks. That could turn up something."

Sabine went into the desk that had the helmet on it, feeling only a tiny bit bad about snooping if this was someone else's stuff. But she also immediately found a book that revealed a lot of drawings immediately. "Ooh, found something!"

Astrid, meanwhile, had been sorting through the top drawer of the other desk, which seemed to contain a trove all of its own: a few sketchbooks, some journals, a stack of letters tied together with a red string, a pack of cards, a small folding knife that caught her attention a little bit first before she realized the letters might be more helpful.

She grabbed the letters, holding them to her chest as she went back over to the other desk with curiosity. "What is it?"

"It looks like I sketch people," Sabine said, flipping through the book until she found someone who looked like the other girl in the room. "Do you feel like an Astrid?"

Finally, Sabine's habits helped instead of hindered in this situation.

"I'm not sure exactly what an Astrid's supposed to feel like," Astrid admitted, leaning in for a closer look, tilting her head as she took in the sketch, curious about how she looked and admiring the style. Then she shifted her attention to the letters in her arms, riffling through them a little, just to see the beginnings. "But that matches up with the name on these letters. So I guess that's one thing. I guess I'm Astrid."

And then she flipped through them a little, searching toward the bottom for who they might be sent from. "Most of these seems to be from my mother? Some of them are signed 'Ingrid,' but it's the same handwriting, so that's probably not you or anything, that's just her name."

But now her eyes were trying to scan through every word of those letters in a desperate search for some other little suggestion of who she might be in those neat little lines. Save for a few little poetic snippets, though, she wasn't having much luck. Nearly everything seemed to be about this Ingrid and her experiences and thoughts.

"I think I'm Sabine," she said, going by how much she'd apparently doodled her name in different styles. "Are you finding anything else?"

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