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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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[He's smiling. Joking around makes things much simpler to deal with.
Cherryblod swishes his tail as he looks over the profiles once again.]
We match, somewhat. 'Dedicated'.
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interesting. ]
I can't say the same for myself, but I'm not sure even I could tell you my true age without some minor calculations. [ she never particularly kept up with it, because it never really mattered. ] Yes.. Though I don't know what significance these— these designations have.
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He knows a fair number of people who haven't kept up with their own ages, so that viewpoint is one he understands pretty well.]
Not sure, either. If they were supposed to be ways of identifying each other, there'd be no reason to give us everyone's names, would there?
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[ a sigh. maybe the 100th time she'd sighed today alone. she didn't know what to make of everything, and that was deeply, deeply frustrating for her. ]
There's no point in staring at this list anymore. It isn't going to get us anywhere. If only there was something we could do..
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[He's pretty sure he's combed the whole area for doors and windows, though. That would be way too easy.]
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[ so they'd have to wait. she hated waiting— no, she hated feeling incapable, and that's how she felt right now. ]
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[An elaborate prank could go on longer, but he doubts that's likely.]
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[ because she's been on earth for a long time, and she has never seen a shrimp man. not even once. ]
It just doesn't make any sense.
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[Which kind of sucks.]
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[ they haven't had contact with any gems for, well, a very long time. was it even possible? and why would they want just her, specifically? she was just a pearl. if anything, they'd want steven. ]
You wouldn't just happen to know anyone powerful enough to organize this? A particularly unhappy swordfish, maybe?
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[Tosatsu Kingdom is not known for subtlety.]
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[ she wasn't aware someone could own a witch. ]
Is she a subordinate of this witch?
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[Does that clear things up any?]
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[ similar to a pearl, then, for a diamond. ]
There are other witches, I presume? Would they have anything against you — or mankind — personally?
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Mankind, I couldn't say.
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[ it's certainly no candy land ]
I'll make sure to inform you if I notice anything that could be taken as supernatural.
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[ pearl is clearly getting ahead of herself here ]
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Could pin papers up in the dining room, since that seems to be the most logical gathering place.
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[ she reaches for the smart phone she'd found in her room. at this point, she didn't know the function. ]
I'm not sure how well it works, though. Wouldn't the bunker jam any kind of signal it could transceive?
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