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trusthell2016-02-28 12:00 am
trustharder) wrote in trusthell2016-02-28 12:00 am
Welcome.
You last remember feeling safe.
You don't know what caused that response, now that you think about it; you can't remember what you were doing before the warm, comfortable feeling came over you, a sensation somewhere between relief and the light contentment that comes with the knowledge that you're safe enough to sleep and god, are you ready to. It feels like you may have been sleeping for a while before this, even; your limbs are heavy in the memory, and you recall how difficult it was to open your eyes.
Turning your head is likewise difficult, it feels kind of like it's full of sand. Weighted-down by sleep. It's so much easier to remain still, and so you do, and before you haze out again you can vaguely hear a voice.
It's no one you recognize, and it sounds strange and vaguely distorted as you start to drift off again.
"Everything'll be fine."
There isn't an answer that you can hear; the voice speaks once more.
"...you ready?"
You don't remember what you wanted to say to that. Always, maybe. Or Ready for what? Or perhaps What's happened to me?
But none of it matters, because consciousness slips away from you too quickly for you to respond.
---
You wake up some time later; the comfortable, safe feeling from earlier certainly isn't dampened any by the bed you wake up in. Whether you like it soft as a cloud or firm enough to support the most finicky of spines, the bed you're in is nice, and it's pretty much exactly what you've been looking for in a mattress.
Shame the rest of the room is probably going to be a bit jarring when you wake up properly.
The room you're in is completely unfamiliar, all concrete and steel and almost nothing that makes it yours - but there's a trunk near the bed and there's what looks like a smartphone sitting on the trunk, and you might want to grab that before you leave the room. Trying to text or call out won't do anything for the time being, unfortunately, but it's something. A lifeline, maybe.
If you're looking to see if anyone is here with you, maybe you can find someone as you wander through the main corridor; after all, there are a few places to explore here, even if the bulk of the place is pretty much a straight shot down the center. If you're looking to gather, the dining hall is probably the best place for it, as it's large enough to accommodate all of you.
Wherever you choose to go, however, there are a set of rules posted in every room; the far wall of the dining hall, across from the entrances, also has a bulletin board with twenty-seven pictures, along with some...interesting information, posted on it. The board is large enough for all of you to look at it, but you might not want to try to get at anything posted there; just like the rules, there's glass in front of it, and it's looking to be extremely shatterproof.
Sorry about that.
There's one more thing you'll notice on your wanderings through the corridor – there are no windows, and there are no doors that can possibly lead outside.
Looks like you're trapped. Might as well get to know those that are here with you.
You don't know what caused that response, now that you think about it; you can't remember what you were doing before the warm, comfortable feeling came over you, a sensation somewhere between relief and the light contentment that comes with the knowledge that you're safe enough to sleep and god, are you ready to. It feels like you may have been sleeping for a while before this, even; your limbs are heavy in the memory, and you recall how difficult it was to open your eyes.
Turning your head is likewise difficult, it feels kind of like it's full of sand. Weighted-down by sleep. It's so much easier to remain still, and so you do, and before you haze out again you can vaguely hear a voice.
It's no one you recognize, and it sounds strange and vaguely distorted as you start to drift off again.
"Everything'll be fine."
There isn't an answer that you can hear; the voice speaks once more.
"...you ready?"
You don't remember what you wanted to say to that. Always, maybe. Or Ready for what? Or perhaps What's happened to me?
But none of it matters, because consciousness slips away from you too quickly for you to respond.
---
You wake up some time later; the comfortable, safe feeling from earlier certainly isn't dampened any by the bed you wake up in. Whether you like it soft as a cloud or firm enough to support the most finicky of spines, the bed you're in is nice, and it's pretty much exactly what you've been looking for in a mattress.
Shame the rest of the room is probably going to be a bit jarring when you wake up properly.
The room you're in is completely unfamiliar, all concrete and steel and almost nothing that makes it yours - but there's a trunk near the bed and there's what looks like a smartphone sitting on the trunk, and you might want to grab that before you leave the room. Trying to text or call out won't do anything for the time being, unfortunately, but it's something. A lifeline, maybe.
If you're looking to see if anyone is here with you, maybe you can find someone as you wander through the main corridor; after all, there are a few places to explore here, even if the bulk of the place is pretty much a straight shot down the center. If you're looking to gather, the dining hall is probably the best place for it, as it's large enough to accommodate all of you.
Wherever you choose to go, however, there are a set of rules posted in every room; the far wall of the dining hall, across from the entrances, also has a bulletin board with twenty-seven pictures, along with some...interesting information, posted on it. The board is large enough for all of you to look at it, but you might not want to try to get at anything posted there; just like the rules, there's glass in front of it, and it's looking to be extremely shatterproof.
Sorry about that.
There's one more thing you'll notice on your wanderings through the corridor – there are no windows, and there are no doors that can possibly lead outside.
Looks like you're trapped. Might as well get to know those that are here with you.
kitchen
[Stop right there criminal scum! Except not really because she sidles up next to him to look at those tins.]
Do they have anything more substantial around here?
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[ He's also generally dirt poor so
... He doesn't have standards for that kind of thing... ]
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[She says as she literally goes to check out that fridge. There are no qualms about eating kidnapper food to fuel getting away from kidnappers.]
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[ #logic ]
This kitchen's pretty nice, though. I wonder if that means the kidnapper's rich?
[ Yato is going to steal everything if so. ]
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[Which is when she takes out a whole pineapple that was just in the fridge for some reason. No big deal.]
They might be. Maybe they're into real estate? [Because they obviously own an apartment of captivity so far. She hums curiously as she inspects the fruit.] Do you think they have one of those fancy knife sets that can cut through in one go?
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[ And it wasn't ominous at all, nope. ]
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[Knife sets are the metric to use apparently. She put the pineapple down and grab one of the many knives, probably the wrong type let's be real, and then stares at the fruit.
And stares at it.]
Have you ever cut one of these things before?
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[ Time for him to put his skills to use; he grabs a fruit knife and with far too much dramatic flair than really necessary, tosses that sucker up and catches it neatly by the handle. Why? Because he can... and he wanted to... ]
How should I cut it up, rings? Chunks?
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Are you a chef?! That's amazing!! [also uh] Rings are the only way to eat pineapple! I've always wanted to see how they do it.
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[ And so rings it is!! He cuts up that pineapple nice and neat and steals a bite, for good measure. ]
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That's pretty handy. Although what does being a delivery boy have to do with knife tricks?
[The god was just a tongue in cheek joke, yeah?]
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[ That was the vaguest explanation ever, yes. ]
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Well! I'm glad you're here at least or I wouldn't have been able to eat a snack. Having a god on our side can only help us out! Can't you zip out of here or something?
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[ He holds up the knife again, performing yet an unnecessary toss and catch with it. ]
I mean, no matter how skilled somebody is, a normal knife only goes so far...
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[ To be fair, he'd probably use a divine weapon to open a can of beans than find a can opener, if he had that capability. ]
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[What are you gods doing up there?]
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[ being a huge masochist is what ]
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Transforms back? You're sword isn't always a sword?
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Can you do that right now with one of us? I'd volunteer if it could get us out of here.
[Lynne, you can't just do that.]
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Nope! No can do. None of you guys qualify. And besides, Yukine is my one and only right now, if I go back home with another Regalia, he'll definitely get mega jealous!
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He must care a lot if he gets that jealous, huh?