Welcome.

[trustwellness]

You wake with the unshakable feeling that you shouldn't be here. Perhaps you were in the middle of something, perhaps you weren't. Either way, you're waking up in an unfamiliar location with no recollection of how you got here. The room you've woken up in is sparsely-decorated, though that might be difficult to tell at first given how nice the beds are...but eventually you'll notice a few things that are a little...off. Maybe the scent is striking you wrong - it's clean, but it's not yours. Maybe your bed back home doesn't support your back in quite this way. Maybe you should be seeing sunlight through your window by now. Maybe you should have a window in the first place. This isn't right, but leaving the room won't give you any more answers. You might want to grab the silver key sitting on your trunk on the way out. Don't worry though, you aren't all alone here. Once you step outside your room into the hallway, you'll notice that a few others are emerging from their rooms as well. It looks like they're just as confused and concerned as you are. Feel free to talk to them, but none of you know how exactly you wound up here and maybe some useful information can be found by exploring. If you follow the hallway to its end (and it's a very long hallway), you'll eventually arrive in the foyer. You'll find some very interesting information about yourselves on the wall near the clock. Perhaps even more importantly, if you look on the other side of the multi-pendulumed thing, you'll find other framed information that you might want to pay attention to. It could very well be the key to escaping this strange place, after all. Don't worry if you forget the rules, you can find them in every room of the building. Of course, search as you might, you won't find a doorway or a window of any sort. Getting out won't be so easy, it seems. But who knows? Perhaps your fellow captives have something to say about all of this. Welcome to Chronos University.

Comments

[feistytrader]

[If there's one thing that Silver absolutely hates, it's waking up somewhere he wasn't before. Running into Gold puts his mind a little at ease, but he forgoes talking with anyone in favor of exploring immediately.

The first place Silver really settles in is the foyer, because he's spending a good deal of time staring at the profiles. Anyone that approaches the profiles will be immediately sized up, but for the most part he's quiet, unless someone catches him trying to pronounce Hanyuu's absolutely ridiculous name.]

E-a-so... I-a-so...

[The next place he spends a good deal of time in is the kitchen, where he's... searching everything top to bottom, and may or may not have an apple in his mouth. Of course, once he hears anyone approach, he jumps a little and turns right around. He'll hold out a piece of bread or a fruit as an offering while trying not to look too much like a kid that got caught with his hands in the cookie jar.]

Kitchen

[certaingiant]

I wasn't going to eat anything from this kitchen, but I see you've helpfully tested for poison for all of us.

[In that case, he'll accept that fruit, thank you for being the guinea pig.]

[feistytrader]

...If someone brought us here, we're wanted for something, right? It would be stupid to poison us.

[That is jumping to a hell of a lot of conclusions, but it makes sense to him, and it certainly isn't stopping him from chowing down on his apple.]

[certaingiant]

That's a reasonable assumption, but generally I like to be suspicious of everything after being kidnapped.

[Not that that's ever happened to him before.]

[feistytrader]

Maybe, but this is really tame for a kidnapping.

[Although he'd really like to find his Pokémon.]

kitchen

[uncouthhatcher]

[It's been a bit since they first met up, and Gold's slinging his arm around Silver's shoulders like it's no one's goddamn business.]

Dude, buddy, pal. [a Pause.] There are so many hot chicks here! And I'm pretty sure half of 'em could benchpress me! This is paradise!

[feistytrader]

[Normally, he's a little calmer about being slung over the shoulder, but his expression sours pretty quickly.]

Have you seen our Pokémon?

[We have stuff to get back to, Gold-]

[uncouthhatcher]

Nope.

[Which is said as breezily as you'd expect, really, but his carefree expression from before's straightening into something more serious.]

Figure I'd ask Smith about it whenever they decide to show their damn face -- if they do, and if they don't I'm just gonna find a way to smash through a wall or somethin' 'til we find what we're lookin' for.

[feistytrader]

Good.

[...He's tempted to tell Gold about what's going on, but at the same time, if the smith guy can overhear them somehow, it's better that he keeps quiet. He doesn't need to let that guy know the, well, admittedly little that he knows himself.]

Do you think Team Rocket's behind this? It looks a little too tacky for them, but...

kitchen

[introspects]

[ Silver will hear Orihime approaching from the moment she steps into the kitchen. She's humming a tune to herself, idly wandering around and gathering her bearings. Once she realizes this is the kitchen, her humming stops and she claps her hands together once in delight. ]

Wow! There's a kitchen here, too! This is what a university dormitory must be like, even if I don't remember sending in an application!

[ Only after she's done talking to herself does she spot a boy with an apple in his mouth. Only after he holds out a piece of bread does she wave her hands around and say something: ] Oh, no, I'm alright! That's yours, isn't it? You should eat it.

[feistytrader]

[...Technically he's not sure if it's stealing or not, but it's certainly his now. Still, he'll set it down on a counter and go back to rummaging through cabinets.]

There's plenty of food in here. I'm pretty sure you don't just magically appear at a university, though.

[Much less one without an exit.]

[introspects]

Eh? Isn't this a university?

[ She'll follow his lead and look around, impressed by how stocked the cabinets are. ]

Do you think they have bean paste?

[feistytrader]

...I haven't seen any. Maybe.

[And you know what, he doesn't feel like dashing some cute girl's hopes and dreams today.]

I saw some hot chocolate earlier, so it's not like they left us with only the basics.

[...Which is a little baffling to him, but he'll roll with it.]

profiles

[firstaid]

[Estelle's definitely looking at that name too... She truly wonders how one should be pronouncing it and it makes her long name look quite simple.]

"H-ai ree-oon Ee-ay-so-moo-roo Jay-da"

[The way she says it as well, it's rather uncertain.]

I do wonder how one pronounces her name. I'm rather curious.

[feistytrader]

Me too. Although I guess I should be more curious about the fact that she's a god.

[Supposedly, anyway.]

This information is all kind of weird, isn't it?

[With all the horns and people that are thousands of years old and stuff... Although there is the lady with the gem in her face.]

[firstaid]

There are gods, stuff about 'Pokemon', spirits, animals who act like humans... this all is rather curious.

[And lots of people who are hundreds if not thousands of years old. Her profile seems pretty normal and she's a princess!]

[feistytrader]

[Yeah, the gods and spirits and talking- wait. Back up one there.]

What's strange about Pokémon?

[What the heck is an animal-]

profiles

[oyashiromama]

[She takes a moment to watch the child, as she's so very used to just watching, but it strikes her just what he's trying to do and uh

for the first time in a thousand years she feels her cheeks turn red]

Ee-AY-so-moo-ru. Ieasomuuru.

[I am so sorry]

[feistytrader]

Ieasomuuru. [...Hey, yeah, that sounds right. The turns to say thanks, and...



That sure is the girl with the really long and complicated name, isn't it.]

Sorry.

[oyashiromama]

[Aw hey, someone apologized to her that's new.]

D-d-don't think anything of it, I- it's not even a name I use anymore. Just call me Hanyuu.

[feistytrader]

...Hanyuu's a lot easier to say.

[You're on a roll here, buddy.]

You're not really a god, are you?

[Speaking of on a roll-]

Kitchen

[matchbreaker]

No thanks, I can't taste that stuff.

[ She's only really in the kitchen to look for like a good mallet or something. Like you needed to pulverize meat sometimes, right? That's logical. And Elda is thinking this when she snuck up (well okay, walked behind but she's very quiet) Silver. ]

[feistytrader]

[Silver jumps for a moment, but quickly settles down. It's okay. It's just some girl, it's fine. ...Some girl that can't taste?]

Did something happen to your tongue?

[matchbreaker]

Oh no, I just grew up! It's sort of a rite of passage.

[ She's not tasted any human food since she was about 13, 14. It's been a long time. ]

[feistytrader]

[...There is a heathen land where people burn off tastebuds as a rite of passage, got it.]

I'm sorry. Food's delicious.

[That really sucks, doesn't it.]