trusthell | Welcome.

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.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

[well fuck you too then buddy see if he calls you silbo again anytime soon]

I do. We're best friends, ain't we? We've got each other's backs: you, me, and Crys. There's not a single reason to keep thinkin' that you've gotta do it all on your own. Don't you think we've got bones to pick with those thugs too?

...We'll see what happens after we take care of those jerks.

[He says it, but he can't really get himself to look at Gold.]

Sure.

[... But he seems willing to drop it now, since he's said his piece, and he'll rub Silver's head with his free hand after a moment. A non-sequitur action.]

So what room's yours? I'm somewhere at the end of the hall, which sucks 'cause I'm bettin' all the hot chicks are on the other side of the buildin'.

Edited 2017-01-24 05:46 (UTC)