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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profiles

[matchbreaker]

[ Wait, they have weights on there too? Elda jumps a little at this, shooting over towards the profiles again. The woman shoves (oops) past Lusamine with a fingernail claw drawn, ready to rake out her own profile if it gives an unflattering number!

...

Oh wait, her numbers are good. Nevermind. ]

You got something to hide, sister?

[ Let's see, who looks like this woman... ]

[elepe]

[--well christ, Lusamine doesn't really know how to respond when she's shoved aside like that. She at least manages to catch herself--she hasn't worn heels for years to not know how to avoid falling--but...

Lusamine's eyes narrow at the assumed younger girl.]

I like to keep people guessing. Women are supposed to keep a few secrets, after all. I assume your father taught you nothing of being a proper young lady...

[She hasn't looked at all of the profiles just yet, but her hands are on her hips as she stares down at Elda.]

I would like an apology, if you please.

[matchbreaker]

[ Apology? Sure, Elda might look good for her age, but that sort of mistake is intolerable. ]

Are you joking, lady?

[ The vampire smirks, looking up... up at Lusmine, and then glancing back to the profiles. Finding Lusmine's name, she sees the age, and- ]

My parents taught me everything a proper woman needed while your own hadn't even been born.

[ And she... laughs. she does a sort of haughty noblewoman's laugh, her pose dignified despite her earlier, you know, rude bumping into ]

[elepe]

I happen to not be.

[Ohhhh, she feels like a tea kettle slowly reaching the boiling point--Lusamine actually gives the profile a look when Elda brings that second bit up, because lord above, she must be joking--

...

What the shit.]

...Taking advantage of a typo on your profile doesn't give you any room to stand on.

[She could believe the demon who assumedly came from another place. That much she could get. But this? No. No, she refuses.]

[matchbreaker]

What's a typo? Say real words!

[ But that said? Haughty laugh. ] It might be a decade or two off, but I've still got over a century on you!

[ And she looks fabulous, thank you ]

[elepe]

Hmph. I don't think that I will.

[She definitely could, that much is implied, but goodness. Someone needs to learn some manners. Who it is at this point is definitely up for debate, though.]

I'm not about to listen to a child. Especially one who insists on believing she's centuries old. You don't have anything that could prove such a claim, do you?

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh gurl you did not just interrupt her haughty laugh with that sort of logic, did you? Elda's temper flairs, and then with a movement far more rapid than something you'd expect a five foot nothing woman to be capable of she's right up in Luasmine face (more or less) and baring her fangs ]

Well if you're as old as you're playing at being, your blood ought to taste pretty good, right?

[ Even if she didn't smell like it for some reason ]

[elepe]

[Oh sweet lord Arceus, that's not something she expected. Lusamine actually starts to step back when it's clear that she's getting confrontational--]

Well, I had no idea that we had a beast among us. [Or...something.] What...are you, then?

[matchbreaker]

Call me that again and we'll be hearing a lot less from you, sister.

[ Elda, content to have scared her, puts a hand on her waist, remaining planted where she stood. Despite being many inches shorter than Lusamine, she seems to be used to having a scary aura. The fact that her eyes have turned strangely cat-like helps matters

Either way though, ]

I'm a vampire.

[elepe]

[... ... ...

Christ she is not sure what to think right now, but if the way her mouth is agape is any indication, um. Heard loud and clear, Elda. Pokemon world did not prepare her for this, holy shit. It's like looking at a Golbat, but as a person.]

...Consider...your point very well made. [Why. Why is this happening. What did she do to deserve this.

Other than, you know, going aggro against the vampire.]

[matchbreaker]

[ This is a cruel, evil, haughty smirk. The sort of smirk that comes from some old hag that you never wanted to invite ever lording it over you.

Such is the nature of the vampire grandma. ]

Now, my bad for running into you, but I'm pretty sure you owe me a real apology.

[ HEHEHE HEH ]

[elepe]

[...What she'd give to have her Pokemon with her--vampires must have some semblance of dark type in them, right? There'd have to be some way...

But...Arceus above, she pauses for a moment before looking up with a sigh.]

I apologize for insulting you. Sincerely. And acting unduly rude toward you.

[Just. Maintain your composure, Lusamine, it's fine...]

[matchbreaker]

[ Don't worry, Elda won't lord it over you... Except no, she totally will. Namely, Elda is going to walk over and pat Lusamine on the back as she laughs a "conciliatory" laugh. You might even say that it was "magnanimous" except no you totally wouldn't. If Elda wasn't so short, she might actually be petting the other woman on the head or shoulder ]

There, there, don't worry too much about it! After all, I do look very young.

[elepe]

[...Deep breaths, Lusamine. Deep breaths.

This won't last forever. Even if Lusamine does twitch a bit at the contact, she. Manages the smallest of smiles.]

Of course. I will make sure I don't make that mistake again.

[matchbreaker]

Good, glad to hear it!

[ HEH HEH HEH ]

Now, starting over, I'm Elda Marker. And you, young woman?

[elepe]

[What has she done to deserve this.]

...Ms. Marker, then. It's a pleasure. I am Lusamine--president of the Aether Foundation.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, a president of some whole company thing, huh? You're a big shot lady then, good for you!

[ She doesn't seem very impressed.

That said, she hums, giving curtesy with her dress (why is she not wearing shoes) and giving her own greeting before turning back to the profiles. Huh... ] Wow, this thing makes you sound like some saint or something! Giving the weight's awful, but you're coming out ahead here.

[elepe]

[...She's going to refrain from commenting on that. She's not gonna get snappy again, she knows what happened last time, but it definitely causes Lusamine to go rigid and hold her arms closer to herself while Elda reads.

At the very least, it's cleared by the time she speaks again.]

I would certainly hope so. I have always tried to live the life of a good person, and help those in need. [...Mostly Pokemon. Really, all Pokemon.] But it's the nerve of it all that's bothering me. As a Wordsmith, you figure they would be well read--and that they would know that is simply not something you do to a woman.

Really, I'm tempted to see if this Wordsmith will have a reaction if I try to fix this myself.

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh... Oh, she likes that idea, actually, and leans up a little bit to be conspiratorial ]

Okay, so how are you considering doing that?

[ It does seem to be behind glass. Is she going to break it? ]

[elepe]

There was a door that I saw unoccupied while I walked through the halls...I was going to check if it happened to have any tools within it, or masking tape. I'm not picky at this point.

[The Wordsmith shall rue the day that they were impolite.]

[matchbreaker]

[ HEHEHE. ]

Sounds good, let's do it.

[ She doesn't have anything to cover up, but that sounds more fun than just panicking. So instead, she steps back and gestures for Lusamine to step ahead ]

[elepe]

Very well.

[...Lusamine is wary, at the very least. Hopefully she's not going to go and take her out in an easy way. Who knows just what that woman still feels?

Either way, assuming no interruptions, Lusamine takes Elda to the front of the storage room before opening the door.]

So it really isn't just a room... [And once it's fully opened--] Well. If we don't find tape, we will at least be well supplied.

[Lusamine takes a step inside and gestures for Elda to come in. Look at all this shit. Damn.]

[matchbreaker]

[ You know, the first thing that stood out to her, once they made it here is... ]

Who's ever going to need that much rope here. Not like there's a boat to be rigged.

[ She says this, pointing to a ring of it bound over on the far wall. Well, whatever, shrug. The shorter woman steps on in at Lusamine's suggestion, humming to herself at all the stuff in the storage closet. There really is a fair bit of variety. The first box she pulls down from the shelf is filled to the brim with candles. Hoo, some of these could be fun. Not useful to them though unless they put some melted wax over it all...? ... Nah. ]

[elepe]

[...Lusamine actually looks over when she says that, utterly baffled when she lays eyes upon all of it.]

Oh, that is rather excessive. I certainly hope this means we're not at sea...

[Lusamine rummages through the nearest box to her, pulling out...rations? Her rich person ass is confused.]

...What on earth are these?

[matchbreaker]

[ Elda, who is also sort of casually wealthy and perhaps more importantly cannot test anything but blood, will not know what rations are either.

But she does sort of skip over to look around Lusamine's hair and waist ]

No idea! Maybe we should open it?