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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.
Bulletin Board
Bruce, who is currently in the middle of a break from all the time he's already spent perusing through the books, notices the nervous lady standing in front of the bulletin--
--so naturally, he moves towards her.]
Are you alright?
[She certainly looked like she could use some help.]
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I... I'm alright. It's just...
[She sighs, forcing her hands to drop away from her hair.]
I don't understand any of this. I should be at work teaching a class right now, not... here, wherever this place is.
[Does the principal know that she's missing? Surely they would understand why she hasn't shown up for work yet, right...]
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[He tries to be as gentle as possible here. She's clearly stressed by the whole thing, and he doesn't want to make things worse for her.]
Do you want to sit down at least? Standing around probably won't help, unless you're the sort who likes to pace.
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No, I... pacing frantically would probably just wear us out, and standing around wouldn't really help either.
[So yeah, sitting down for a moment actually sounds pretty good right now.]
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Let's head to the dining hall, then; there's plenty of chairs there.
[He gestures in the direction of said place and starts to move, hoping that she'll follow behind. Normally he would ask her to go first, but well - he thinks that probably won't be helpful right now.]
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[There's a bit of a quiet pause as they're walking here, before--]
Ah... I know it's probably written on that board back there, but would it be alright to ask for your name?
['Cause hey, maybe getting to know who we're stuck here with might be a good distraction from the... everything going on right now? But getting names off the board seems like a pretty informal way of doing it, so...]
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[Giving her a small smile, here.]
My name is Bruce. May I inquire for yours in return?
[He can probably guess, but its more polite to just ask since she made the effort to do so.]
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I know that these are not ideal circumstances to meet under, but I appreciate your help here nonetheless.
[She's glad that there's someone here who seems to be handling the situation calmly right now.]
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--Sakura then, if that's alright with you. [Bruce knows his Japanese. Well. Not really. But enough.] And you don't need to thank me - I'm only doing what I feel is right.
[Anyway, leading them to some chairs to settle down now, doop doop.]
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[She'll sit down, taking a moment to try to think about the situation a little more calmly now.]
I don't suppose you have any ideas regarding why we're here, do you?
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I wish I had some answers myself, honestly. It'd be nice if I could reassure people with them.
[He's also not fond of not knowing anything.]
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[seriously, who does that to someone while they're asleep]
...But, ah... I'm sure that we'll figure something out, if we all work together here? [Right?]
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We all have our own questions, I'm sure. [A small nod.] There's no reason why we can't work together here. All of us have our reasons to not be in here forever.
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[...Have they even noticed that she's missing, or do they just think she's running late? Hrm.]
... Um, what about you? What is it that you do, if you don't mind my asking?
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[...regardless of whatever they think.
As for the question, well--]
Ah-- [What does he even say... its not like he actually has an official job despite what his profile says. Bruce isn't even sure why its there.] I'm a scientist.
[...yeah let's just go with that, its easier than the alternatives.]
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[tell us more, bruce-san]
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[He doesn't expect you to get it, but he appreciates being asked all the same.]
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[It's certainly an important one to teach kids about, even if it's not one that she personally teaches herself.]
I hope that being here won't prove to be too much of an inconvenience for you, in regards to your job...
[...I mean it's going to be an inconvenience regardless, but hopefully Bruce wasn't in the middle of a really important breakthrough or something when he got kidnapped?]
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[Science is amazing but it can also be shitty as heck, he knows this better than anybody.
At her next bit, he simply shakes his head and smiles, although there's a bit of wryness to that.]
You don't have to worry about me. I wasn't... I was mostly still unemployed before being here.
['Unemployed' is pretty much putting it lightly...]
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[and at that, Megumi becomes apologetic-- was that rude of her to have been asking questions about it then?]
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Don't worry about it. [He quickly tries to assure her here, hands raised in a hopefully placating gesture.] I don't mind at all.