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

Incinerator

[certaingiant]

What did that book ever do to you?

[Okay, so if burning a book turns out to be the way to magically get them all free, then absolutely feel free to rub it in his face?

But Christo's reasonably sure she's just destroying a book for no good reason.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Well, more trying to than anything. The Incinerator isn't even hot enough to burn it yet, apparently! So Elda is just staring at this thing not quite catching on fire. ]

Who ever heard of an author like Dulachevsky or whatever it was?

[certaingiant]

I haven't, but the author having a long name is no reason to burn a book.

[He kind of wants to pull it out, but he also kind of doesn't want to scorch his hands.]

[matchbreaker]

Well if you've not heard of him, then who's gonna miss him?! People burn their trash in this country anyway, don't they?

[ And it is clearly trash if it's in this nice weird house she's been ... kidnapped ... too ]

[certaingiant]

What country is that, exactly?

[Since he knows he's not in the Netherworld he went to sleep in, he could be practically anywhere.]

[matchbreaker]

Japan.

[ . . . Right? ]

[certaingiant]

...I don't know where that is.

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . ]

So you're stupid, right? I mean, you're wearing horns.

[certaingiant]

Those are real horns!

[Why does everyone accuse them of being fake!!]

[matchbreaker]

[ WHAT.

... So given that he's ten inches taller than her she needs to jump to do this, but in an incredibly quick movement, she makes to jump to grab onto and yank on one of his horns ]

[certaingiant]

[It. Comes off. It's attached to a headband that was blending in with his hair. A kind of cheap-looking headband.]

...

...

Please give that back.

[matchbreaker]

[ She looks between the horn.

And then him.

And then the horn.

And then throws it at his face ]

What kinda weird get up's that?!

[certaingiant]

Ack!

[Well, at least she didn't break it. Christo sets his headband carefully back on his head.]

A very important getup for when someone is trying to pass as a demon among demons.

[matchbreaker]

Demon? What, you're some kinda Satanist?

[ Aw, she didn't break his glasses ]

[certaingiant]

No, I'm a - well, I can't tell you what I am [not with Killia in the same building], but I will say I'm definitely not a human.

[Why did this have to happen to him immediately...]

[matchbreaker]

[ She... ]

Why not, did'ya forget or something because the horns were on too tight?

[certaingiant]

No, I can't tell you because it's a secret.

[Can this person go away, like forever.]

[matchbreaker]

[ . . . Okay? She sees no point in that being a secret under the circumstances (hell, she'll kill all these people later for her own) but. ]

We've already got a secret spilled and you didn't even give your name yet? You're bad at that.

[certaingiant]

[Things are different when you have a canonmate, okay.]

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Christo. It's Christo.

[matchbreaker]

And I'm Elda Marker.

[ Christo... ]

So you're a Satanist who's into the church's deal? That's really confused there, Christo.

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[certaingiant]

I'm not a Satanist. You just declared that and assumed it was true.

[What even is a Satanist...]

[matchbreaker]

Well, you are faking being a demon.

[certaingiant]

Yes, but - Please don't tell anyone about that.

[matchbreaker]

So what else's a lady supposed to think?!

[ Seriously, get the memo ]

I mean you're basically just a guy with a weird face, right?

[certaingiant]

There isn't anything weird about my face!

[It's perfectly normal! Actually normal this time!]