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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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[wokeupdead]

[The energy does not phase her, it's par for the course with the wacky characters she's surrounded with daily. Although now she has meet a real robot after mistakenly calling Pearl one earlier so she won't jump to conclusions this time!]

Depends on how brief it is! [Except she's smiling and sits down on a nearby chair.]

[ratingspoint]

A busy person, then...? I can respect that.

[That said - oh, good, this one isn't making it weird! Everyone else felt the need to make it weird for some reason.]

I'm going to take a guess and say that you're just like the rest of us - not doing anything in particular that would lead to waking up here?

[wokeupdead]

[A robot lounging on a table is a total normal interviewing environment. Those other people just need to get on their level.

Except that very first question throws her for a loop and Lynne is not the best at hiding her emotions. She goes from a carefree smile to playing off anxious real fast.]

Probably. I mean, yeah. There's definitely no way all of us were making the same people mad. There's so many of us and all.

[ratingspoint]

[...Well then.]

Of course! There's no way we all have the same enemies and all...though now you've got me curious about yours. Who's mad at you, sweetheart?

[wokeupdead]

[No. She is SUAVE. Don't make this weird, Mr. Sexy Robot.]

There shouldn't be anyone! [she doesn't know what dislikes: assassins even means.] I'm as innocent as a little lamb.

[ratingspoint]

And where does that little lamb come from? I'm going to guess it's nowhere like this, anyway.

[wokeupdead]

[From an unnamed, unknown country, Mettaton. It's such a fake country it hurts.]

Oh definitely not. The last place I remember was smellier, for one. Although it was just as dark since it was so late at night!

[ratingspoint]

...Where on earth were you?

[were you in a shipping container, where the hell- ]

[wokeupdead]

A junkyard.

[Normal!]

[ratingspoint]

[Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh- ]

I see! Were you trying to pick up girls, or...?

[...oh my fucking god]

[wokeupdead]

[Is that a normal place to go pick up girls or- No, she is rolling with this. She is not missing a beat.]

More like a secret rendezvous with a special person. It didn't end well though.

[ratingspoint]

[...So what he's getting from this is you're not into ladies- ]

Oh, sweetheart, say no more - you'll find someone better, I believe in you!

[...Also some douchebag apparently broke your heart in a junkyard, like an asshole. Who does that.]

[wokeupdead]

[She's ready to keep the joke going even longer but even she can't keep it up forever about someone's death.]

I hope so. He was my last lead.

[ratingspoint]

[Good lord.]

Lead in what, exactly?

[...okay look the underground doesn't exactly do cops here you're going to have to give him a break]

[wokeupdead]

[Lynne sighs and rests her chin on her hand. She's dejected enough to share but the details are still vague. It's confidential and all!]

A very important case I was working on. If I don't do something tonight...

[Ugh. Put a smile back on this young lady, Mettaton.]

[ratingspoint]

Well, if that's the case, now definitely isn't the time to lose hope, is it?

[Come now, let's not go and get depressed on him, that involves feelings and being emotionally competent.]

We'll figure out what's going on, I'm sure of it. Just keep your head up for now, all right?

[wokeupdead]

[. . . And that seems enough to stop the feelings. It's a good thing she's predestined to look at the bright side.]

You've got that right. We'll get out of here in no time. [by the way] What's up with you?

[She's avoiding point blank asking robot but, like, he's still made of metal and laying on a table.]

[ratingspoint]

...What do you mean, darling? If you have a question, come out and ask, don't be shy!

[...no really what are you getting at exactly]

[wokeupdead]

[Well... He doesn't seem as fussy as the alien rock.]

You're a robot, right?

[Yes. She is asking clarification on this.]

[ratingspoint]

Of course!

[...Not nearly as fussy as the alien rock.]

I didn't realize there was any question about it - but I'm definitely a robot, I'm not sure what else I would be.

[wokeupdead]

[Oh phew! She sighs in relief.]

The last person I asked that got mad. [Why were you even asking other people, Lynne?] You're definitely much shinier than she was though.