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

[avoidcomplications]

[a; hallway]

[Yoshikage Kira was having a terrible morning. Not only was this not his room, in his house, he was missing something very important. And worst of all, this was without any doubt not Morioh. Any single one of those would have been enough to ruin his day if not his life, so all of them together had put him in a miserable mood. But first things first, he thought as he consciously resisted the urge to start biting his nails. If he could find what he was missing, everything else would fall easily into place.]

[He stepped out of room #22 as composed as he could be, straightened his tie, and started walking down the hall.]

[b; clock]

[This was the worst day of his life.]

[Kira had glanced over the profiles (no one he even recognized, and a minimum of two he was certain were some elaborate joke) before coming to focus on his own. Nothing inaccurate that he could see, but...caviar and cigarettes, well-versed in etiquette...]

[Cute. He bit his thumbnail in barely-concealed anger at what he saw as an open taunt before looking to the listed rules instead. Kira lowered his hand, eyes narrowing as he went down the list. Gradually, his quietly enraged look evened out to something just a little calmer as he read over the entire list a few times.]

[...He was really going to have to find what he was missing right now.]

Clock/rules/whatever

[matchbreaker]

Did you find any loopholes there?

[ So asked the woman off to his side in the Foyer, standing there looking... Curious? Tired? Both? Either way, she had only barely glanced at the rules, but this guy was straight up studying them for a bit! So... ]

[avoidcomplications]

I'm afraid I don't see anything, no. But I hardly have experience with such things--a lawyer would be better suited to that.

[matchbreaker]

So what was with the studying, are you bad at reading?

[avoidcomplications]

[...rude, madam.]

I'm adequate enough. I just wanted to be sure I understand what an unpleasant mess we seem to have been handed here.

[matchbreaker]

[ HMMM. ]

So what's your conclusion? I'm pretty sure it's something like "find the smith guy and strangle him" or "kill everyone else here" basically.

[avoidcomplications]

My conclusion? Just that whoever wrote this is severely deluded and possibly a maniac. I think mass murder is a slight overreaction, don't you?

[matchbreaker]

Well, right off the bat, probably!

[ It's why she's not started yet! Obviously! ]

[avoidcomplications]

[...probably.]

If you'd like my opinion, I think that we should look for a way out first and resort to your terribly drastic measures later, if we have to.

[officerhops]

[Well, Kira, you're potentially about to meet one of those jokes...]

Excuse me! Sir?

[There's a voice hailing you from somewhere at knee level.]

1/3

[avoidcomplications]

...?

[Looking left. Right. Behind him.]

[...Aaaand down.]

[avoidcomplications]

. . .

[STAND NAME: ｢WHITE RABBIT ｣
STAND USER: ???]

[avoidcomplications]

Are...you talking to me?

[You know what, this might as well happen.]

[officerhops]

I am, yes! Officer Judy Hopps, ZPD.

I would like to ask you a few questions, if you don't mind.

[avoidcomplications]

...Very well.

[THIS MIGHT AS WELL FUCKING HAPPEN. Kira's just going to roll with it and wonder who slipped something into his coffee.]

What might I help you with, officer?

[officerhops]

Well, first, could you tell me if the information listed in your profile is accurate?

[avoidcomplications]

Ah...I believe it is, yes.

[officerhops]

[One more tick for that box, then.]

Alright. And could you tell me what you remember before you woke up here, if anything?

B

[certaingiant]

About how accurate would you say that profile is?

[And here's one of those that might possibly be a joke.

At least he's never actually heard that song.]

[avoidcomplications]

Fairly so, I think.

[WHAT ARE ANY OF YOU PEOPLE(?)]

What about yours?

[certaingiant]

Accurate aside from one dislike, and even that's less incorrect than it is unworthy of being singled out.

[He doesn't particularly like horoscopes, but he doesn't have a burning hatred for them.]

[avoidcomplications]

Then it's probably safe to say whoever wrote this knows a little too much about us, isn't it?

['How much' was the question.]

[certaingiant]

Naturally. My age is one thing, and anyone who knew me could tell you those likes and dislikes apart from that, but even my weight...

[He doesn't publicize the fact that he's a lightweight.]

[avoidcomplications]

The attention to detail is admirable, if highly annoying.

[certaingiant]

Should I be flattered that I was spied on on top of being kidnapped?