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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.

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[ She's just walking back into the dining room after doing a bit of exploring, when-- ]

Huh? Me?

[ ????? Gorgeous? ]

Yes, you!

[God, why is there so much energy here, he is so enthusiastic it's getting stupid- ]

You don't have to be shy! It's not like we have anything else to do, right? Seeing as we're shut in and all.

[ Yeah, that's her blushing pretty seriously. ]

Well, I suppose it wouldn't hurt. Please, go ahead.

Wonderful! Really, you're being great about this.

[...Honey...]

I'm going to assume you've seen the profiles - see anyone you know up there, or is it just you?

[ She's done weirder things! ... Even if she doesn't remember right now. ]

No, before coming here I knew none of them. The others don't seem to know one another, either.

That's the impression I've gotten, too - I've talked to a few that looked like they might know where I'm from? But they have no idea.

But that's enough of that. Where might you be from, darling?

Really? I've talked to several others, but they don't seem familiar with the sort of world I'm used to.

[ oh my god. she'll never get used to compliments, will she? ] Ah-- My home is called the Land of Departure, at the summit of a mountain. It's small, but I never wanted to live anywhere else.

...That sounds wonderful, actually. I'm pretty familiar with mountains, just not anywhere near the peak of them. I'll change that one day, I'm sure of it, but for now...

[ahahahahahahaha um]

Anyway. There are a few that seem like the sort of people I know back home - the King is one of them, Cherryblod is another. But neither of them recognize me at all, and the same goes for me toward them.

It is. And it's very quiet--most of the time, it's only my friends, our teacher, and me. We do get visitors, but they're few and far between.

[ She nods, considering that. There was at least one person who seemed to have similar abilities to her--at least, from those she's spoken to. ]

What sort of world do you come from?

Well! There are very few humans where I come from, first of all. They definitely exist! And we see them from time to time. But it's never for very long, and it's as you put it! Their visits are few and far between.

It's all monsters, where we are.

All monsters... I've never heard of such a thing. The humans in your world--are they hostile toward the monsters?

[That...actually gets him to hesitate for a moment, before he just kind of plows right along.]

W-Well...yes - though I don't mean they try to kill us on sight or anything. I'm pretty sure most of them wouldn't, most of them are wonderful.

But we were on the losing end of a war with them a long time ago, which is why we don't have much contact with them nowadays.

I'm sorry for bringing up any bad memories.

[ It's said sympathetically, because that sounds... rough. Rough doesn't even begin to describe it, she knows. Aqua feels lucky she's not ever experienced that. ]

I hope the humans here, at least, treat you well enough. I'm Aqua, by the way.

It's not like they're my memories to be upset about, anyway - really, if anything I'm a bit odd where I'm from. I do love humans a lot, it's great being around so many of them! Maybe I'll get to perform a bit for you here, it's been a dream of mine for a while.

Mettaton, though, darling - it's a pleasure!

I'm glad to hear it. I'd hate to make anyone uncomfortable.

It's nice to meet you, too, Mettaton. Your profile did say you were a celebrity, but it wasn't exactly specific.

Probably because listing my credentials would take up entirely too much space - I'm a television star, an idol, I do movies and live stage productions...you name it, I've done it! I live to entertain, it's my sole desire in life, and I've done pretty well for myself so far, if I do say so myself.

[and god, does he ever say so.]

Amazing. [ It really is. She thought she had some serious duties. ] Back home, you must have a very full plate. I'd love to see you perform sometime--it'll certainly liven up this place.

My thoughts exactly! God knows this place could use it, right?

I agree, if the general atmosphere is any indication. I'd offer to join you, but I'm not sure I can sing or dance very well.

Well, there's no time like the present to learn, right? I'm sure you'd be great, don't be self-conscious!

[...Oh god there goes the enthusiasm again- ]

[ Things she'd never expected: this?!

She's pretty startled, honestly, but she recovers (?) fairly quickly. ]

Oh, that's very kind of you. But only if it's no sort of trouble.

None whatsoever, darling! I'd love to teach you once we've gotten a few things settled.

That's a very kind offer. I'll have to take you up on it.

Welcome.

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