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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.

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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.

Comments

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[clubleader]

[ That neon green jumpsuit is extremely hard to miss, and Mion immediately walks up to him. ]

So, how accurate is your profile?

[amygdalae]

Ah--quite.

[Extremely so, actually, but its a bit hard to admit that. Especially when it's got 'himself' listed in dislikes.]

Mion, was it?

[Her green hair is equally hard to miss.]

[clubleader]

That's right! [ She looks at the bulletin board for a moment. ] That would make you Bruce, wouldn't it?

I have to say, I'm impressed that they've managed to find out so much about us.

[amygdalae]

Yes, that'd be me.

[Bruce still isn't sure how comfortable he is with his more personal stuff being put up here, but its already been done so he just has to deal with it. Besides, its not like this is the first time his personal information has been compromised like that.]

Makes you wonder how they got that much out at all in the first place.

[clubleader]

[ She looks over the profiles again, briefly. ]

They could've asked anyone I know to find all this out... What about you?

[amygdalae]

[Ah... well.

How... should he put it.]

What they have on me is... surprising.

[Just feel the obvious discomfort as he responds here, man.]

[clubleader]

[ She definitely feels the discomfort, and gives him a sympathetic look. ]

What do you mean? Is it stuff you've never told anyone?

[amygdalae]

More or less.

[More like, probably aside from Betty nobody else would know.]

[clubleader]

...Well, now we're getting into a less impressive and more creepy territory.

[ Because she really doesn't want to think about how they might've gotten that information. ]

[amygdalae]

[WELL ITS NOT... THE FIRST TIME... Bruce has been creeped on (thanks Fury) but it certainly is a little concerning. He highly doubts this is SHIELD work, even as questionable as their methods may be at times.]

It's... something to consider. I haven't really asked anybody how detailed their own information is here.

[Or how off it seems to be.

[clubleader]

We should probably ask around, huh? But if both of ours is pretty accurate, I wouldn't be surprised if everyone else's was too.

[amygdalae]

It doesn't hurt to be certain.

[Knowing anything right now will probably help, since they have literally nothing to go on.]

[clubleader]

Nope. A bunch of guessing won't get us anywhere in a situation like this.

[ But really right now she'll take anything she can get. ] Have you had a chance to really look around yet?

...the hell I thought I tagged this :T

[amygdalae]

Right. We need more information before we can really start making any proper guesses.

[Information they're really lacking now, by the way.

At the question he shakes his head in a negative.] I've given each place a cursory glance, but I haven't done a full check yet. [The bulletin board kind of took his attention.]

[clubleader]

Neither have I, but I plan on going through everything I can. I'm no detective, though.

[ But maybe through their combined efforts they can come up with something. ]

[amygdalae]

I'm no detective myself either, but we don't need to be one to put things together.

[Surely if they work together they should be able to find something substantial.]

[clubleader]

[ She crosses her arms, glancing back at the bulletin board. ]

There's more than twenty of us here, right? If we combine our efforts, we should be able to get out of here.

[amygdalae]

I agree.

[All of them certainly must have one idea or another... with all of them, surely they can figure something out.]

[clubleader]

That makes two of us who are willing to do some teamwork. All we have to do is convince everyone else.

[amygdalae]

With luck, it shouldn't be too hard.

[Surely everyone else must be thinking along similar lines.]

[clubleader]

I don't think it'll be either. Judging from those profiles, no one looks like they'll be unwilling to work with everyone.

[amygdalae]

I don't see any reason myself either. All of us do want to get out, after all.

[clubleader]

That's right. It's just a matter of finding that way out now.

[amygdalae]

[Nods.]

I doubt this place is as deadlocked as we think it is. We'll find something, sooner or later.