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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.
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[ That's...one way of thinking about it. ]
At least you won't have to worry about a full moon here. So you won't end up becoming one yourself!
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Christ! That'd be a hell of a problem, wouldn't it? Turnin' into a werewolf.
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Maybe with no moon, they wouldn't be able to transform even if they wanted to!
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[He hasn't actually spoken to the talking bird, but there's a giant talking bird here, what the hell.]
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[ Sure, she saw the profile, but, she wasn't expecting it to seriously talk... ]
What a weird group of people...Misa-Misa doesn't know how to feel about it.
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...Then again, there's also the fully functional robot, too.
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...Or the Twilight Zone.
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[ Blame the fact that she's Japanese, because really, it's right up her alley. ]
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Everyone dies, the world ends, that sort of thing.
It's Cold War cynicism at its finest; it's a great show.
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There's one.... I forget what it's called, but it's about a convict who is given a robot woman to keep him company while he's locked away in solitary and--
Well, I guess you'll have to look for that episode when we get outta here, right? Wouldn't want to spoil the ending.
that one is literally my favorite omfg
A robot?! But can the robot really love him, like, for real?! That's so interesting! Now I want to watch it really bad!!
[ She'll definitely get hooked on something like that... ]
The shows on Sakura TV can be kinda bizarre like that, too! We have something in Japan called "Tales of the Unusual". It's a special that puts out, like, maybe two or three episodes a year, and they all have about 4 or 5 segments each? But they're all super-bizarre! Fun to watch, though, even if they can be a little scary! This year's was about a woman whose husband died in a car accident, but later that evening she hears him banging on the door begging her to let him in! And also, there was another one, where there's no more room left in Hell, so all of the evil people in the world suddenly realize they can't die...
aww, yeah
Nothing like good TV, but this place doesn't even have a washer and dryer.
[The show Misa has seen, though...]
Man, I'd love to watch somethin' like that! I love a good horror story.
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It'd be nice if we could get a huge television down here. Watching something like that would be awesome...
[ And it'd certainly make things a little less boring! ]
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Maybe the elevator leads to one.
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I sure hope not!
And besides, an elevator can go both up and down, can't it? Bet it leads to the surface and elsewhere in this place. I mean, there's no gym. What kinda place doesn't let you get a lot of exercise?
[That was a joke.]
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As for exercise...well, my manager always tells me that it doesn't matter how much exercise you do. Eating right is more important! ...But it would be kinda cool to have muscles, though. It'd be cool if all of a sudden Misa-Misa got all big and strong..!
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[Honestly, Gabriel isn't the sort of person to exercise for big muscles, but this place does make him a little antsy just the same.]
I wonder if there is any more to this place. Guess we'll just have to find out.