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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Around - storage room

[certaingiant]

[Well, if he's going to be stuck here for a bit, Christo might as well figure out exactly what's available to him. There's plenty of rope, masking tape, he's not sure what exactly that is...

Oh, someone else is coming in.]

Looking for anything in particular? There aren't any exits in here, I'm afraid.

[stepout]

Not really. I'm just having a look around. [ "No exits" isn't too surprising—usually the only way out was, well, by elevator—but...

...she shakes her head, opting to join him by all the. Everything we've got going on here.

They're, uh. They're really prepared for something. Anything. Everything? ] ...Is there a point to having this much stuff in here? I don't think we're even going to use half of this, no matter how long whoever the Wordsmith thinks we're going to be here for.

[certaingiant]

There isn't any harm in being prepared for an emergency, though one wonders what kind of emergency we're prepared for.

[He picks up a can of WD-40.] Why would we need this, for example.

[stepout]

[ She will too, just to check it... out... uh. ]

Hardcore cleaning? [ Who knows. She's just gonna pull up some rope and just... keep... pulling it, does this rope ever end— ] Why would we need this much rope?

[certaingiant]

[...Well...]

I had a thought, but it was a bit dark.

[stepout]

[ ...Well... ]

I'm sure a couple of people'll think it's handy to have around if we get to meet our... kidnapper? Captor? [ ... ] Whoever he is. Whatever he is.

[ ...also she is not saying "yeah just murder him" but people might. be mad enough to threaten it. so. ]

[certaingiant]

That's what kitchen knives are for. Or for murdering each other, apparently.

[He has seen those rules and he does not like them.]

[stepout]

Don't remind me. [ how detestable. ] I'd prefer if we kept using the steak knives for food instead of one person staking all our lives on it.

[ ..........i'm laughing at my own joke i hate myself so much this isn't this funny ]

[certaingiant]

[At least Christo laughs? So that's something.]

...That was terrible.

[stepout]

[ ...that really was. ]

Guess I'm not one for jokes either. [ Too bad, she can't start a comedy routine with Decim. ...not that she was interested in it, but not the point! ] ...Do you mind if I ask you something?

[certaingiant]

[Decim would be terrible at it. Or surprisingly good at it. No in-between.]

Go ahead.

[stepout]

[ NONE AT ALL... ]

Are you a cosplayer? [ ...uh— ] It's the horns.

[ ...and his everything, actually, but. ]

[certaingiant]

I'm a demon, it's not a costume, please don't touch anything it's awkward.

[Don't get in his personal space to check if his horns are real, please.]

[stepout]

[ Y i k e s. ]

...Sure, okay. [ S u r e. ] I wouldn't have touched anything anyway.

[ ..............THOUGH THIS BEGS THE QUESTION— ]

I'm gonna take a wild guess and say that's already happened to you here?

[certaingiant]

Unfortunately.

[It's been one day. He'd have hoped people would save the yanking for at least a week?]

[stepout]

[ It's been one day. ]

Sorry. At least it's out of the way now?

[certaingiant]

I can't guarantee that until I've been introduced to everyone.

[Yanking Part 2: the Grabbening.]

[stepout]

I'm sure there's some adults who aren't going to be tempted to tug at them.

[certaingiant]

Some. But I'm not optimistic.

[one tugged at, twice shy]

[stepout]

...You could stand to have a little faith. [ she didn't, after all! ]

[certaingiant]

Optimism is a bad trait to have in my line of work.