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

[matchbreaker]

[ It really is morning, isn't it...? What is she doing up now?! True, she can't see the sun, but now she's in the Foyer she can easily see on the clock that it's nowhere near sundown. Well, assuming the clock is right. She doesn't feel tired, but there might be a bit of a placebo.

Either way, on being greeted, ]

Hello? [ That was German, right? Hmm. ] Bonjour.

[modernmedicine]

Bonjour. Ça va?

[A pause.]

My English is better than my French, I'm afraid. How are you doing?

[matchbreaker]

Same here, only a small part of the family ended up in France.

[ . . . How is she doing. ]

Not great though, this isn't the manor I'm supposed to be in.

[modernmedicine]

I'm from Switzerland, but I tend to use German and English more than French and Italian.

...you might very well be doing better than me on that front; I fell asleep in my office before waking up here.

[matchbreaker]

Oh huh, so you've got four languages down pat? Only three here; the family's originally from somewhere in the Balkens, but I grew up in England. I've lived in Japan most of my life though.

[ Which still feels weird to say...

Huh. ]

That's not a good story to be hearing from more than one person.

[modernmedicine]

Only two fluently. I'm only conversational in French and Italian.

[A nod.]

What part of Japan, if you don't mind my asking? Hanamura is a lovely place.

...no, it's not.

[matchbreaker]

Shihaba, it's a small city in the central part of the country. I dunno if I've heard of Hanamura.

[modernmedicine]

I'm afraid I don't know Shihaba. We must have just missed each other.

[She's trying to joke.]

[matchbreaker]

It's not all that big, it's not surprising.

[ That... She should joke, but she's not there yet. Soon, maybe. ]

So who are you?

[modernmedicine]

No, it's really not.

I'm sorry, how rude of me. Angela Ziegler.

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh.

Well then Elda should - she brushes back her hair a little and, ]

And I'm Elda Marker. Do you know what's going on yet, Angela?

[modernmedicine]

I know about as much as the rest of you, I'm afraid.

[Meaning 'not much'.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Sigh. ]

Alright, so we both don't know anything. So what do you figure?

[modernmedicine]

I'm hoping the person behind it shows their face before too much longer. It's hard to say for sure without that...

[matchbreaker]

Yeesh, sister, so you don't have much of an idea, do you?

[ She shakes her head ]

Not like I do, but I'm not talking to people in German.

[ #logic ]

[modernmedicine]

It isn't that. I simply don't want to pass judgment without seeing both sides of the story. While I certainly believe some sociopathic individual kidnapped thirty people for a sick game, I want to talk to them before I make any decisions.

1/2

[matchbreaker]

[ What. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ Her fangs bare and she backs up a step, making a motion of severing a head with her fingernails ]

Lady, are you serious?!

[modernmedicine]

I'm a pacifist, Miss Elda. I believe talking does more good than anything else.

[Look, when her own organization fell apart, she commented that maybe it was for the best.]

I certainly don't think we should do anything rash without at least making an attempt.

[matchbreaker]

[ A paci...fist is... look she... ]

What, so you get kidnapped and you're like "but what about his story?"

[modernmedicine]

Not about the story. About the reasons behind it.

[s h r u g]

[matchbreaker]

[ W o W ]

Good luck with that.

[ You know she...

Almost doesn't want to question her now... ]