[ Nuwa poses with her gun like a person trying out new clothes they just got in her private sanctuary. There is nobody to see her and applaud, but there's also nobody to point and laugh.
The door is quite heavy, with a metal handle near the bottom reminiscent of say, a garage door. Getting closer, she can hear some more din, though it's muffled and intelligible unless she focuses.
She can try to push or pull, but the door is quite heavy and firm, unmoving. ]
[It was worth a try. Alas, these doors are just as sturdy as they look. The sounds are of interest, though. Nuwa tries to listen carefully, closing her eyes and attempting to find out what could be the source or if this is a sign of something she can use]
[ Nuwa listens in, and as she strains her ears, she can hear... hm, it sounds like a male voice announcing things loudly and boomingly, even if the contents are intelligible. They really did a good job of soundproofing this room, huh?
She can also hear something that vaguely sounds like... cheering, perhaps? Stay and listen, and she can make out the tail end of whatever that booming, announcing voice proclaims.
[ Rejecting the gift of water I see, though granted, she's in a MG so the suspicion isn't unwarranted.
She steels herself for whatever nonsense is coming next, then! Stand back, as her door rumbles and starts opening (yes, still like a garage door), and the booming announcer becomes clearer. ]
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The door is quite heavy, with a metal handle near the bottom reminiscent of say, a garage door. Getting closer, she can hear some more din, though it's muffled and intelligible unless she focuses.
She can try to push or pull, but the door is quite heavy and firm, unmoving. ]
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She can also hear something that vaguely sounds like... cheering, perhaps? Stay and listen, and she can make out the tail end of whatever that booming, announcing voice proclaims.
"... ...ll ready?!..."
Followed by an uptick in the cheers. ]
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[That must be some raucous cheering. Nuwa opens her eyes and steps back, always keeping her eyes on the door, until she reaches the back of the room.
One look around, just in case. Chests, glass of water, a bed. No ideas come to mind that'll lead to her making an infallible escape right now.
Perhaps, all she can do right now, is wait. No point in being hasty. Let's see what happens if things run their course for a while]
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She steels herself for whatever nonsense is coming next, then! Stand back, as her door rumbles and starts opening (yes, still like a garage door), and the booming announcer becomes clearer. ]