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.

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[matchbreaker]

[ And the moment that Gold steps out into the hall, stepping out right next to him out of the door right next to his is a petite lady who probably looks somewhere like her ambiguous early 30s. Or maybe 20s. Honestly, it's a bit hard to tell, she's babyfaced but does exude age and a fair bit of animosity.

When she steps out she's biting on one of her fingernails, but upon realizing that some boy could see her doing that she stops, turns, and- ]

Hey kiddo, where are we?

[ Because clearly the kid knows ]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Holy shit, he got a cute girl as his neighbor, this place rocks.]

I ain't got a single clue, but maybe you and me could take a little stroll down the way and find out for ourselves? Hand in hand so we ain't gettin' separated~.

[matchbreaker]

[ What.

Oh, but this boy is so not her dear husband though that line did sound like something James might say to be fair, just less smooth ]

What's going on in that head of yours? This isn't the time for womanizing!

[ . . . Wait, why doesn't this kid smell unappetizing? He looks unappetizing. ]

[uncouthhatcher]

[Excuse you, Gold's entirely too appetizing!]

Good a time as any to get to know someone new, lady! We're both strangers in a strange place, you know? What's the harm?

[matchbreaker]

[ . . .

Okay, no, this kid needs lessons #priorities ]

Kid if you're going to do that, isn't there something else you should be saying first?

[ And she very pointedly runs her longer fingers through one of her long and well kept trails of hair, puffing her chest out a bit to prompt a compliment ]

[uncouthhatcher]

[oh

oh yes he will watch her, this is so much better than that mission he was on to find some hologram guy]

I'm really hopin' you're not some kinda hologram, 'cause that'd be a damn shame.

[matchbreaker]

[ What's a hologram ]

Nope, all real here!

[ And in a flash, where did that hand come from - the same one brushing her hair now shoots out to tap him in the center of the forehead with a long nail ]

[uncouthhatcher]

[OH HELL YES SHE'S REAL THIS IS GREAT HE'S GOT A REAL CUTE GIRL AS HIS NEIGHBOR THIS IS THE GREATEST]

I'm sayin' it now, I don't care what kinda place this is or why I'm here, havin' a cutie like you as a neighbor's worth every second.

[matchbreaker]

Aww, that's sweet of you!

[ She grins, pulling her hand back aaaaand- ]

Now if you were forty years older that might mean something, but hey, never say a lady looks down on some man's generosity!

[ Still smiling, ] Let's walk.

[uncouthhatcher]

[-- wait what]

Damn, you're an old hag? You look pretty damn good for your age, lady, I know a couple girls that'd kill for your secret!

[matchbreaker]

[ And he was doing do well too. In one movement, Elda's smile turns murderous and a fist comes flying out to hit Gold in the stomach ]

Now, now, watch your manners!

[ Because it's true that she is beautiful for her age and people would kill for her secret! ... But she's not going to tolerate some snot nosed human kid calling her a hag ]

[uncouthhatcher]

[he's so used to girls hitting him this is nothing but also he was not expecting that oh my god]

What the hell was that for?! I'm just sayin' you look good for your age, granny!

[matchbreaker]

Don't call a woman a granny! Don't they teach kids anything these days?!

[ Okay if the hitting him isn't going to work, she's going to grab him by - the face. Smooshing his cheeks. If she manages to catch him ]

[uncouthhatcher]

[OHHH NO this time he's backing away, grinning, though he'll be an easy catch if she tries it again.]

Didn't think you'd be so sensitive about your age! Ain't you supposed to be proud of it, huh? How old're you anyway, sixty? Seventy?

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh, the kid's nimble, huh? ]

Oh, I am proud. Proud of all of those years - over two hundred of them! I'm going to live a few millennia more I'm pretty sure.

[ But that doesn't mean she'll tolerate being called a hag. The hand where his face just was closes into a clawed fist thing ]

[uncouthhatcher]

[yikes]

Damn, if you're really that old, then it's no wonder you've got such a damn temper! Don't worry, granny, your age is a secret safe with me~.

[matchbreaker]

[ #brat ]

Oh, I'm sure.

[ She considers hitting him again but... nah, she's already bored with being mad about this, as long as she'd not insulted for her age again. ]

So what's your name, brat?

[uncouthhatcher]

Rude to ask someone else's name before givin' your own, but it's Gold! Gold of New Bark Town.

["it's rude" he says, promptly giving his name anyway. sheesh.]

[matchbreaker]

[ U were rude first gosh.

All the same, ]

And I'm Elda Marker, from... Shihaba.

[ She almost said her birth place, but no, she's been in Shihaba most of her life, might as well say it. ]

[uncouthhatcher]

Where's that?

[matchbreaker]

[ Come to think of it, Gold isn't a very Japanese name. ]

It's in the central region of that Japan country, you know.

[uncouthhatcher]

Aaaand where's Japan?

[you are just. saying so many names he doesn't know.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh, wow. ]

It's that dinky island at the end of the Orient.

[ #18th century lingo ]

[uncouthhatcher]

What's an Orient?!

[PLEASE SAY A NAME HE KNOWS]

[matchbreaker]

[ HOW DUMB IS THIS KID ]

Where's New Bark whatever then?! It's in Europe or the States, right?