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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

1.

[capyper]

[ His first reaction is just to look around the hallway and then tilt his head and point at himself because this doesn't normally happen to him. ]

Are you talking to me?

[notjustawriter]

[He looks startled, glancing around the hallway for a moment.]

....Yes? I reckon you're not from Munich.

[capyper]

Nope, of course not! I mean, just look at me, aren't I totally exuding classical Japanese sensibilities right now?

[ ... Yeah, he has no idea why he's dressed like he's about to go visit a shrine or something, but whatever. He looks cool. ]

[notjustawriter]

[A shrug.]

Wouldn't want to be rude if you're from the embassy or something.

[Is the Japanese embassy in Germany even in Munich?? He doesn't know.]

Didja wake up here without any recollection of how you got here too?

[capyper]

Yeah, I did. Well... [ Now that he thinks about it. ] I guess I do remember something kind of weird. Dunno if it was a dream or a memory, though.

[notjustawriter]

[He frowns, rubbing his head.]

Now that you mention it, I had somethin' like that, too. A strange dream.

[capyper]

Huh. What kinda dream? Maybe if ours match up, it's a memory?

[notjustawriter]

It was.... someone talkin'? I don't know if they were talkin' to me, or near me, though.

[capyper]

... Did they ask something like, "Are you ready?"

[notjustawriter]

...You know, that sounds familiar.

That's a bit of a strange shared dream, don'tcha think?

[capyper]

Or maybe we were all sleeping in the same place and one guy was talking to all of us...?

[notjustawriter]

Maybe. Seems kinda weird to forget that; I'd remember some of y'all.

[Like the giant bird over there.]

[capyper]

Well, if we were asleep, we were probably lying down... or our eyes were closed.

[notjustawriter]

I wonder if we were all bein' held in a room somewhere around here.

There is that elevator-- but it doesn't look like it's runnin'.

[capyper]

But it does mean there are more rooms than what's on this floor, huh... I wonder why it's off-limits, though.

[notjustawriter]

Maybe there's somethin' up there whoever brought us here doesn't want us to see.

[capyper]

That would make sense, yeah... but that just makes me wanna go take a look even more!

[ ... He's not actually serious about that, but frivolity comes easy to him. ]

[notjustawriter]

[That earns a laugh.]

You and me both. Maybe it's our ticket outta here.

[capyper]

Well, that golden ticket sure ain't here, so anywhere is better, really.

[notjustawriter]

I'm no electrician, but I bet it's possible to get that elevator workin' again.

[GABRIEL NO]