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[trustharder]

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.

Comments

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[cherryblooded]

[As much as staring at the knife block in dread must be fun, Cherryblod feels the need to interrupt him by clearing his throat.]

I'd like to make breakfast, so may I get past you for a moment?

[garudynamic]

[He jumps a little, and gives the man a dumbfounded stare]

Breakfast. Really?

[He hasn't noticed the tail just yet, but really dude is now the time for food?!]

[cherryblooded]

Of course. It doesn't look like there's anything I can do to leave right now, which is the more important issue, but I can deal with being hungry.

I could make you something too, if you'd like?

[Is that the issue here?]

[garudynamic]

...breakfast does sound kinda ni-

[Blinkblink and point]

You're a shrimp.

[Detective Disappointment]

[cherryblooded]

Yes. Yes I am.

[At least they got that out of the way early.]

[garudynamic]

[He gives a broken little hysteric laugh]

Well sure, that's a thing!

[Poor kid]

[cherryblooded]

[This poor boy. He really needs a good breakfast.]

I'm guessing you haven't met one before.

[garudynamic]

Not outside a sushi platter, at least.

[cherryblooded]

Please don't talk about eating shrimp or lobsters. Would really appreciate that.

[People do still do that where he's from, and it isn't pleasant to think about.]

[garudynamic]

...oops. D-don't worry man, I hate seafood!

[cherryblooded]

Thank you, I appreciate it.

[This is going well??]

[garudynamic]

[He can't say this is the weirdest thing he's ever seen. He lives with a talking bearsuit. But it certainly hit him for a loop]

So uhm... breakfast. It's not gonna be like, algae or something, right?

[What do shrimp even eat he has no idea]

[cherryblooded]

Not unless that's what you'd like. I was actually thinking of omelettes.

[He knows humans don't eat algae, relax.]

[garudynamic]

Eggs are good.

[This is so surreal, and Yosuke rubs the back of his head]

Oh, I'm Hanamura Yosuke by the way. Un...less you already saw that on the profile thing.

[cherryblooded]

Haven't memorized it or anything.

Cherryblod - it's nice to meet you.

[He'll just start getting out ingredients for omelettes now. It's time to be the homemaker that his profile said he was.]

[garudynamic]

[He'd offer to help, but he'd just get in the way. So instead he starts sniffing around the kitchen]

Well, I guess the psycho that has up trapped here isn't gonna starve us at least?

[cherryblooded]

Kidnapping is one thing, starving people is another thing. Things could be worse.

[...Is it 'things could be worse' or 'things couldn't be worse' that's the jinx in scenarios like this?]

[garudynamic]

[He gives a little bark of laughter]

WAY worse. Doesn't make this any less awful.

[cherryblooded]

I suppose not. What do you like in your omelettes?

[Important things to focus on: not that.]

[garudynamic]

Hm? We got any veggies?

[cherryblooded]

Not as high quality as the meat, but we have some.

[garudynamic]

I dunno man, just go with your heart I guess.

[Pray that a literal shrimp can cook better then Chie and Yukiko]

[cherryblooded]

I'll do my best.

[And so, with the mystical powers of homemaking, he heats up some canned mushrooms, chops up some bell peppers, melts some cheese, and makes a mean omelette.

Can confirm: shrimp cook better than Yosuke's friends.]

Enjoy.

[garudynamic]

[Oh wow, this is like, Yu-level good looking. He takes a bite and spews little yellow flower emotes grins]

Whoa! This is pretty good!

[cherryblooded]

[Anime sparkles over here.

Cherryblod beams as he starts cutting up his own portion.]

You're too kind.