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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.

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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.

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It's called a freezer. They use these to keep food cool.

[Caren looks him over, almost as if inspecting for any sign of... what, it's not clear.]

Don't let all the cold air out. It'll run up the power bill.

[There's not much to him, Caren. Just a very big thug-looking guy with a nice hat. He's also currently freaking out over a common appliance, so... not exactly the most thuggish person here.]

You mean it's like an icebox. [Woo! 19th century technology!] Now I know I'm dreaming, I've never seen anything of the like before now.

[...He could close the door, but he's a little interested in it still. Nuts to the power bill.]

I wouldn't think the first priority in waking up somewhere strange would be to get something to eat, especially something you're going to have to thaw and cook. So you're from a place where they don't have them?

Trust me, Speedwagon isn't looking for a bite. [The knots in his stomach will keep him sustained for now.

...Though he is poking at some of those meats. Wow. There's a lot of them.]

There's nothing like this where I've been. Wherever we are, it must be under some rich person's control if they can have things like this.

I'd be more worried about how they have all of us. Or why. I don't know who anyone else is here.

[...Alright, you're getting his attention now, Caren.]

Well at least we're both in the same boat on that. I've never seen anything of the like that this place seems to have. [He rubs his neck.] All I recall is getting knocked flat, and then I found myself on one of those fancy beds this place has got.

I don't even remember that much. Just picking something up off the ground... something I don't seem to have anymore, anyway.

Maybe you dropped it while you were being kidnapped? [He's riding on this theory right now.]

Probably. Ugh, this is a mess. I need to get back.

Got somewhere you desperately need to be?

Something I need to do, and I can't leave it to anybody else.

[...He turns a bit, hand on the fridge door, which he slowly pushes shut. The chill will take a few more seconds to subside. Take that, ozone layer.]

Good thing to head back to. All my worries seem to be focusing on how me family would be doing.