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

[alchemicals]

The part where I haven't had that job in years, for one, and I was never ranked that high besides. And the age is about a year off.

[Hm...]

I also don't remember caring about cats that much one way or another. They look like little gremlins, don't get me wrong, but I wouldn't say I hate them.

[He shrugs, though; looks for the girl's name on these things.]

You're a princess, though, huh? Never met one of those before, it's a pleasure. You'll have to forgive me for not bowing or anything, I've never really been too good with customs.

[firstaid]

Those are quite the discrepancies.

[And pretty concerning. Luckily, hers seems pretty accurate. Based on what she's been hearing, some people are saying theirs are accurate and others are not...

...that is quite puzzling.]

Oh yes, I'm a princess-- [She then waves her hands in front of her.] --however, there's no need for such formalities. I prefer to be addressed the same way as you would address an acquaintance. As such, calling me by my name, Estellise, is all I ask.

[alchemicals]

I'll keep that in mind.

[HE PROBABLY COULDN'T PRONOUNCE THE REST ANYWAY, SO THIS WORKS OUT.]

You can go ahead and call me Kimbley; using my given name kind of weirds me out. You get used to one thing and stop answering to anything else, you know?

[firstaid]

I'll be sure to call you Kimbley, then. [She gives him a smile.]

However, I do understand a bit. My friends call me Estelle, though the knights and those at the castle still refer to me as Estellise. So it's not that I don't respond to the latter, just that I've become accustomed to the former!

[alchemicals]

Understandably so - I was in the military for a while, so that's where the surname preference crawled out of.

[firstaid]

I suppose that is true. Though thinking about how the knights are addressed where I'm from, it's typically by their first names.

[alchemicals]

What, is it one of those things where they call them Sir Whatever the Something, or...?

[firstaid]

No, not really. If the 'Sir' is involved, it's just 'Sir' then their first name. Like Sir Schwann.

[alchemicals]

Good to know. We don't really do knights or whatever back in Amestris, it's not that kind of military; that sort of thing hasn't been around for a long time, and mostly in other countries' history at that, not really ours.

[firstaid]

What kind of military is yours then if you don't have knights?

[She tilts her head, looking at him curiously.]