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]

[ Oh wow, but that is some good form.

Color even Elda Marker impressed. She's been sort of not paying attention to the the rules, but she is going to pay attention to this man, and in fact, the woman goes to walk over to him and... Well she considers giving him a push, thinks better on it, and then largely because she seems to be one of the more conventionally appealing looking men here by her standards, she decides to strike up conversation ]

Golly, you've been working hard to pull off some standing like that.

[sportadork]

Thank you! [what a lovely and completely innocuous compliment he has received.] I've been training for a very long time!

[matchbreaker]

Yeah, I bet!

[ . . .

Okay she can't resist it, she's going to reach a finger out and poke him in the stomac lightly, or at least try to. See if that makes him overbalance or not ]

[sportadork]

[imagine poking a steel bar.]

I have to warn you, I am a little bit ticklish.

[matchbreaker]

[ Holy shit this guy is awesome. ]

Hahaha, yeah?! Well, wouldn't wanna make you trip!

[ Except she sort of does. Still, called out for it, she won't poke again. She will shift her position a bit though t look at what he was looking at while side eyeing him and his apple ]

[sportadork]

I never trip! [that's a lie he's probably run into at least one wall this morning.

ah, but back to the sad reality of the situation.] Do you think these rules might just be a joke? Maybe this Wordsmith is playing a trick on us.

[matchbreaker]

[ Oh, she bets he doesn't. Well, probably. Okay, no, if they're going there, she'll be serious too. She shakes her head. ]

If the got me here past my son and husband, there's no way they're anything but serious, even if the rules are silly looking.

[sportadork]

What kind of person would want to waste their energy on something like this? [energy you can use for FLIPS] What do they get out of this?

[matchbreaker]

How should I know?! I'm not a crazy person!

[ . . . Well, some might disagree, but ]

[sportadork]

[i mean that sounds like something a crazy person would say. but.]

Just asking questions.

[matchbreaker]

Chee, well I'm a little stressed.

[ Everyone is, huff huff. ]

Why do you think someone would?

[sportadork]

No clue! [cheerfully] Why, do you think I am a crazy person?

[matchbreaker]

[ For a brief moment she looks surprised.

... And then she bursts out laughing ]

Well, I don't know you very well yet!

[sportadork]

I guess I can't dress the way I do and expect a "no, of course not" right away, right?

[matchbreaker]

Not really, no! And you don't see a lot of humans who can pull of that sort of flexibility either!

[sportadork]

[ha. human. yes. that's. him. human. yes.]

Thank you! I practice every day!

[matchbreaker]

[ People are only humans or vampires, right? ]

Yeah, it shows! So what's your name?

[sportadork]

I'm Sportacus!

[matchbreaker]

Whoa, that's a really cheesy name! Oh well! I'm Elda Marker, nice meeting you!

[ She said all this with an upbeat tone, of course ]

[sportadork]

["it sounds so much cooler in my language," he almost says.]

It's very nice to meet you as well!

[matchbreaker]

[ But is he still in that same pose ]

Yeah, well, as good as it can be in a weird basement or whatever this is. But oh well.

[sportadork]

[no different pose just assume he is never in the same position for longer than thirty seconds]

Why would a school be in a basement?

[matchbreaker]

[ Seems legit ]

Well, there's no windows and doors, but yeah, I guess it doesn't feel cold. But the walls are solid as if we're underground... or they could just be sturdy...

[sportadork]

They are very sturdy.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, did you try 'em too?

[ This guy has shown himself to be rock solid. That does not bode well ]