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trusthell2016-02-28 12:00 am
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.
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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.
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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But, still, Aqua has to admire someone who takes initiative. He's already gotten a decent stack of books. She notes that he's hard at work, and someone who's got a big task ahead of them should have some sort of refreshment. Aqua enters the kitchen, and comes back fairly soon with a cup of tea in each hand. It's orange pekoe, but you can't really go wrong with that, right?
She sets it down next to him. ]
Hello. I hope I'm not interrupting you. [ A pause. ] Have you found anything interesting?
[ Please help her with the phone. ]
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Ah--no, it's fine. [He's quick to assure her, trying for a small smile.] And I'm afraid not as much as I'd like to.
[Everything about this place is still a mystery to him - or the reason why they're even here.]
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[ She recognizes him, too; Aqua's good at remembering faces, and she's thankful for that. It's a skill that'll come in handy here, for sure. ]
I haven't been able to find much, either. It seems we're in the dark about a lot of things.
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[He gestures to a nearby chair for her to settle - its not as if she really needed permission anyway. This place isn't his as much as it isn't anyone's... or he assumes for now.
There is a lot to take in.]
It does seem that way. [He starts again once the other is much more settled.] The intention for us to stay here is clear, but...
[For what reason? And what of this 'exercise' mentioned in the rules?]
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But those "rules" have me worried. I'm not sure what some of them mean, exactly.
[ Aqua has an idea, and it makes her sick to her stomach. But she'd rather confirm than jump to wild conclusions. ]
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Some of them are rather... jarring. [To put it mildly.] I'm quite certain there's more to it than what we've seen so far.
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Until we have more information, I'm not sure it's wise to assume anything. [ Learning is something she can do, anyway. She's good at it. ]
I'm Aqua, by the way.
[ If he's seen the information, Aqua's sure he knows her name already; but still, it's a habit. ]
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[They need more information. Something more solid than what they have now to put the pieces together. Hopefully something will turn up from the things he's brought over.]
Bruce. [He manages a small smile here.] I'd say its a pleasure, but... well.
[Circumstances certainly could've been better.]
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It's nice to meet you. [ She pauses. ] All things considered, it's certainly far from pleasant--but having excellent company [ at least, from what she can tell ] does help the situation.
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[Not really the best thought, but it certainly beats being in isolation. That's something Bruce knows far too well on a personal level.]
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[Or, well, twenty something in this case.]
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[ Suspicious. ]
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[Very suspicious.]
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[And all the questions in his head aren't helping either.]
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[This whole situation really isn't helping them one bit.]
I doubt things are going to get easier from here on, but we'll just have to do our best.