Welcome.

[trustwellness]

You wake with the unshakable feeling that you shouldn't be here. Perhaps you were in the middle of something, perhaps you weren't. Either way, you're waking up in an unfamiliar location with no recollection of how you got here. The room you've woken up in is sparsely-decorated, though that might be difficult to tell at first given how nice the beds are...but eventually you'll notice a few things that are a little...off. Maybe the scent is striking you wrong - it's clean, but it's not yours. Maybe your bed back home doesn't support your back in quite this way. Maybe you should be seeing sunlight through your window by now. Maybe you should have a window in the first place. This isn't right, but leaving the room won't give you any more answers. You might want to grab the silver key sitting on your trunk on the way out. Don't worry though, you aren't all alone here. Once you step outside your room into the hallway, you'll notice that a few others are emerging from their rooms as well. It looks like they're just as confused and concerned as you are. Feel free to talk to them, but none of you know how exactly you wound up here and maybe some useful information can be found by exploring. If you follow the hallway to its end (and it's a very long hallway), you'll eventually arrive in the foyer. You'll find some very interesting information about yourselves on the wall near the clock. Perhaps even more importantly, if you look on the other side of the multi-pendulumed thing, you'll find other framed information that you might want to pay attention to. It could very well be the key to escaping this strange place, after all. Don't worry if you forget the rules, you can find them in every room of the building. Of course, search as you might, you won't find a doorway or a window of any sort. Getting out won't be so easy, it seems. But who knows? Perhaps your fellow captives have something to say about all of this. Welcome to Chronos University.

Comments

Rules

[certaingiant]

Is a curfew really the most important concern for you right now?

[At this moment, could Gold be any more of a teenager. Is it even possible.]

[uncouthhatcher]

Duh! I mean, the other shit's bad too, but if it's no joke then I'm definitely wantin' a better curfew hour.

[a man would kill for a midnight curfew]

[certaingiant]

[Don't actually kill someone for a midnight curfew.]

You're welcome to write a letter. It may be slightly more effective than shouting at the ceiling.

[uncouthhatcher]

Writin' letters is borin' and yellin' at the ceiling has always worked for me.

[certaingiant]

As long as you stop yelling at ten o'clock.

[Some people get reasonable amounts of sleep.]

[uncouthhatcher]

Eh, we'll see how I feel. If there's somethin' to yell about, I'm gonna yell, but it ain't like I'm gonna do it for no reason!

[... and curfews are a #legitreason thanks]

[certaingiant]

And curfews are a reason to shout at nothing.

[uncouthhatcher]

It ain't ten, is it?

[certaingiant]

As you wish. Feel free to let us know if you want to contribute any of that energy to escaping.

[uncouthhatcher]

There's a buncha hot girls here, though, so it ain't like I'm in any rush to leave~! The murder rule's kinda bullshit, but whatever, bet it ain't nothin' but a joke.

[Because seriously, he doesn't go to school but he knows that murder and lessons don't go together.]

[certaingiant]

What makes you so sure about that?

[...he's not even touching the 'hot girls' part. You do that.]

[uncouthhatcher]

What kinda teacher kills off their own students?

[certaingiant]

A bad one.

What makes you think it's not the 'teacher' part that's the joke?

[uncouthhatcher]

Because we're at a school? Why would the teacher part be the joke, dude, it's definitely the murder part.

[certaingiant]

Just saying that it's a school isn't enough to convince me that it's a school.

[uncouthhatcher]

Have you ever been to school?

[certaingiant]

Of course.

[He's 2000+, naturally he's been to school.]

[uncouthhatcher]

Even lookin' like that?

[certaingiant]

And what is that supposed to mean?

[uncouthhatcher]

[a Gesture

seriously, you speak for yourself dude]

[certaingiant]

I'm dressed perfectly normally.

[The problem is on your end, Gold.]

[uncouthhatcher]

Oh, yeah, your clothes are fine, I'm talkin' about the horns. What the hell's up with that?

[certaingiant]

They're perfectly natural horns for a demon, which I am, and I'm very tired of having this conversation today.

[Why are there so many humans here. Why.]

[uncouthhatcher]

Start carryin' around a sign that says you're a demon then, dude, I'm sure you ain't got anything better to eb doin'.

[certaingiant]

Unlike certain people, I'm searching for a way out.

[He's not a lazy teenager.]