trusthell | Welcome.

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

I don't keep up with human news, so no.

[Well, at least he's direct about it.]

Ah, so you only follow tabloids, then.

[He chuckles.]

What sort of news do you keep up with then?

[Why would he read tabloids they're completely worthless - oh, wait. A joke.]

Invasions, military movements, that sort of thing.

[There's a war on, who can be bothered to see what silly humans are doing?]

So you're in the army, then?

I am indeed.

[As of literally yesterday.]

If nothing else, it's interesting that he's gathered such a group of unique people.

[He hates it.]

It makes one wonder what our common trait is - if it isn't completely random.

It seems as though each of us has a distinct trait, either in terms of species or occupation. Armyman, Billionare, Alien, Vampire, Anthromorphic Animal. You don't encounter these sort of characters on a regular basis.