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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.
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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.
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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[Cherryblod's pretty bummed about that too! Maybe they can be friends.]
It does make you wonder what the point of putting something like this in here is when they can't afford a washing machine.
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That's exactly what I was thinking. [
and what he'll fight for the rights of soon enough] I'd think that a washing machine--and a dishwasher, I guess, though I'm not as bothered by that--would be more important than a vending machine.no subject
What does this even dispense? Seems impractical to have a vending machine that doesn't tell you that much.
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[He should do the same.]
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[ ...but he's still gonna worry-- well, he'll still think about it. This is just how it is... ]
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[He feels the need to ask, despite having doubts that the answer will be 'yes' for anybody.]
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There's no science books or even any science fiction in the library, the rooms are soundproof, the storage looks like something out of an apocalypse movie--sans anything actually useful for in here... It's like we're in a bunker, but I can't say I know why. [ Hummm. ] There's an elevator with no call buttons at the end of the hall, and from what I've seen on that list, there's no real pattern between the people who've been gathered here. I think I'm missing a few memories--my age doesn't match up for one, and for two, I'm totally fine despite the last thing I remember, which... wasn't very pretty, let's put it that way. And I'm wearing vastly different clothing, although given the fact I have a garish neon jumpsuit somewhere in my room too, I might be able to chalk that up to someone changing me into something a little more presentable. Maybe.
[ ...um, he rambled, whhhoops--!! he'll look embarrassed about it, at least. ] That's, er... pretty much all I've gathered right now. I didn't mean to ramble on, I'm sorry.
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[He literally directly asked him to talk about what he new, why would he apologize for that.]
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...he talks too much sometimes, it's better to apologize about that. ]
Oh, er... you're welcome. Have you figured out anything else?
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[Just feeling a tiny bit weaker.]
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I wonder why that is. [ --HOLD ON ] Body parts missing?
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[So all in all, it could be worse!]
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No one else suffered any body modification, did they? [ ...haircuts aside. ] It's strange that it'd only be him.
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[Their kidnapper seems like a weirdo anyway.]
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look at all those not natural hair colors. ... he's talking to a shrimp, never mind, maybe they are natural. ]
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[Totally natural over here.]
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I haven't asked anyone about it yet... though I haven't heard anyone complain either.
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...Of course, I might be a little biased.
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and. cherryblod. ]
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