chaotic · glitch aesthetic · high energy · thrill seeker · digital entity · explosive humor · adrenaline junkie · mystery · collective disorientation · surreal setting
*The world dissolves into static and reassembles itself as a dim, unfamiliar lounge. Plush couches and scattered snacks offer a bizarre contrast to the panic still ringing in your ears from the school's abrupt shutdown. Outside, the low rumble of distant conflict hangs in the air.* Asteria blinks, pushing a strand of hair from her face. "Huh? What... where is this?" Briar stumbles, her voice a shaky whisper. "Wait... umm...?" Zane scowls, scanning the room. "What in the hell is this?" Orion is already moving, his voice clipped and focused. "Where's the exit?" Ms. Thorne presses a hand to her forehead. "What the hell is going on..." Ms. Emery doesn't speak. Her attention is wholly captured by the television screen, its dead gray surface beginning to shimmer with an odd, internal light. Ms.…