Ksatah blinked a couple of times as he opened his eyes, only for everything to be dark. According to the small clock next to his bed, the time was about 6:00am. At least, according to the Current Deathven Time system. That time meant that there should have been something coming out from the automatic light sensors. However, aside from some red light lines running across the floor, everything else was, well, dark.
Stumbling out of bed, Ksatah decided to investigate. While the cowardly, cynical voice in the back of his mind told him to stay in bed, Ksatah quickly realized that staying where he was just wasn’t that useful an idea. Luckily, just outside of his little apartment, there were plenty of people Ksatah could ask. His neighbours would have been the place to start, but as soon as Ksatah entered the living room, his neighbour was already there, waiting for him.
“Oh, you are finally awake. Been stuck on this mood lighting red for like half an hour now.”
Vetal was Ksatah’s pseudo-room mate. The only thing between him and Ksatah was a glass wall. which they could communicate through. All part of some plan to allow beings like Ksatah to socialize a little.
“You mean it’s been dark for half an hour?” Ksatah asked.
“Yep. Pretty damn annoying. At least we have power…” Vetal tutted, crossing his arms. “This is why I wanted to install my own damn lights.”
Vetal’s annoyance was interrupted by a knock on the door to Ksatah’s apartment. Ksatah considered throwing something on to hide his modesty, but remembered that everything was basically pitch black anyway. Instead, he followed the red floor lights to his front door. After fiddling with the lock for a moment, Ksatah opened the door slowly, not sure what to expect.
“Oh, hey Arkay!” Ksatah beamed. “What’s up?”
“I wanted to see if it was just me that had a power cut or a light cut or whatever this is…” Arkay sighed. “Seems like the entire corridor is like this.”
“Or maybe the entirety of this sector of Deathven?” A voice squeaked behind Arkay. While Arkay remained somewhat quiet and calm, Kalis was rather jittery. “I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all.”
The door to Ksatah’s side opened up, revealing a bemused Vetal. “If it’s really this whole damn sector, then it must be pretty bad.”
“Pretty sure we are all jumping to conclusions,” Arkay frowned, but it was too dark for the others to notice. “We could just call Vikalos and ask him.”
“Already did that, new guy. Called the secretary, no answer.” Vetal tutted. “But you do have a point We should probably go check in with Lord Vikalos. He should know.”
“And if he doesn’t!” Ksatah perked up. “He can help us anyway! Lord Vikalos is incredibly helpful!”
“Do we all go together or just send one of us?” Kalis asked.
“All together,” Arkay hissed. “We are NOT doing that stereotypical trope of splitting up.”
Vetal grunted some more. “Alright. Let me just fetch my door key and we can head out…”