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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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[Reading all the profiles is very important, maybe there's a hidden thing tying them together. Although the compliment is because she means it.]
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Oh, thank you so much! You look really stylish, too! Do you wear that on duty? You would be the most chic police officer out there!
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A detective needs a stylish, cool coat. I'm glad you noticed.
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[Like... how she should be. Oh well.]
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Is that a big case for his division? Not something about kidnapping, I hope.
[Is this Kira right now, Misa???]
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[ That's weird; a civilian, she can maybe understand, but for a cop to have not even heard of it? ]
It's not kidnapping though. Actually, no one really knows what it is, exactly, but...I promise, this Kingmaker doesn't fit Kira's M.O. at all.
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They're trying to find a criminal when they don't even know what he does. Man, it really does sound like your local district is struggling.
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[ She looks back and forth, as if what she's about to say is this huge secret, before continuing...]
No one knows how, the police are totally stumped, but, he somehow makes criminals have heart attacks! Just criminals, though, ones all over the world... It's too many to be a coincidence, but he's obviously not physically in the room with them to kill them, so...it's a real head-scratcher for the NPA. Light says that a lot of officers are giving up on the case, so his dad is working extra hard...I feel pretty bad for him, honestly.
But the crime rate's gone down a lot since Kira started doing...whatever he does. I guess because people are afraid that Kira's watching...so the public opinion on it is a little bit weird, because it's all over the place.
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You sure know a lot about this. [Likes: Kira is starting to make sense.] Though I can't blame you, it sounds really interesting. It's pretty spooky to think someone could do something when they aren't even in the same room!
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And, well...I have my own reasons for wanting to find out who he is.
[ Likes: Kira, indeed. ]
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You shouldn't be looking into something like that, it's dangerous. It may be strange but you should leave it to the real detectives.
[SHE GOT INTO A WHOLE CAREER JUST TO LOOK INTO SOMETHING. Get on her determination level.]
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[ SO SERIOUS ALL OF A SUDDEN, SCARY.... ]
But the real detectives are all giving up! And we can't just leave it unsolved, right? It may be dangerous, but, it's really important to both of us...Light wants to help his dad, and I, well...
It's a long story, but I need to know who he is.
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I understand but this is a murderer, right? It might seem fun to look into it with your boyfriend but it would be horrible if either of you got hurt! There's a proper order to these things, ya know?
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Besides, I am an adult, after all. Misa-Misa can make her own choices.
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That's true too. Everyone has something important to them... That's why we have to get out of here even more. It's no good to keep things like that waiting.
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So, yeah! I need to get out of here pronto...and it sounds like you do, too. So let's both do our best!
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I have a pretty important case I'm looking into as well. [Hm...] I wonder if looking into things is common between us all? Although I'm not looking into mass murder at all...
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Hm...that could make sense! I mean, it sounds pretty vague...but it definitely could!
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