Alexandie Marcus's Story

Having been assigned to one of the few rooms whose windows faced the front of the house, Renne pushed the white curtains aside in order to look down at the car that was pulling up the driveway. The sleek black doors opened and out stepped a person-- someone else who would be residing in this mansion for the few following weeks. Renee did not know who else was coming to this session since everything was kept anonymous prior to the hook-up, but either way, she could not tell whether the person outside was a human or one of the machine people. Baes, they were called, but to Renee, this concept was still all too bizarre for her to be able to call them that.

It was the first person she had seen in the since being hooked up apart from the driver who hadn't spoken a word to her, the red-haired Eva, who had introduced herself as the estate's hostess and completed her check-in, and a bellboy who had escorted her up to the assigned room she was now in. Of course, it had been an hour since her arrival and Renee had not left her room. Perhaps everyone else was already here and had just stayed in their rooms like she had.

With a sigh, she let go of the curtain and took a step back. The room was nice-- the dark wood, the white and burnt yellow accents, and the industrial design undeniably created the perfect room for the young writer. If it had not been for her greater purpose, Renee was sure to have spent her days lounging in the room, writing in the ocean of earth tones.

A beep! caught her attention and she walked over to the door. Next to the door, on the wall, was a screen with the words, Message from Eva, in bold letters. Renee had been told that she would have screens in her room from which she could order things, call the staff, and receive messages. It was one of the few things she had been told since arriving here, actually. Clicking on the bold letters, an invitation popped up:

Renee looked at the message for a few moments. She really wished a friend or someone she knew would have walked her through all of this, or that they would've been clearer about it all. Closing down the message, Renee returned to the chair and table where she had placed her luggage. Pulling out her phone, she tried to check on the signal. Nothing, of course. It made sense since there was no reason there would be data, the only way to contact the outside world was by asking Eva and setting a direct connection, but Renee still had decided to bring her cell phone along since it contained her phone numbers and some other important information in regards to her writing.

She looked at the time at the top of the screen. Seven-- that meant she had an hour and a half to get ready. The thought made her laugh. Get ready to meet a fictional person that she didn't even know how they looked. What had her life come to? And it was all for the sake of writing.

Renee had gotten ready pretty fast, putting on a simple black Peter Pan dress. She had been writing when she heard her alarm, which she had put so she didn't lose track of time. Saving her file and closing her computer, Renee stepped off the bed, put on her shoes, and made her way out. Opening the door, she looked down at the ground, where she saw a small white box. Frowning, Renee picked it up and opened it. Inside, there was a small purple pin and a note that indicated that she should wear it. Doing as instructed, Renee put the pin on the left side of her chest before tossing the box towards a chair inside and starting down the hall.