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

[bloodbiter]

Yes. That way it's as heavy as possible. We would want to find several people with significant physical strength, too.

[matchbreaker]

Oh, well I can help with that!

[ Said the 5', 87lb woman.

Even excitedly raising a hand ]

[bloodbiter]

...Are you certain?

[The look she's giving Elda is definitely skeptical.]

[matchbreaker]

Yeah, of course I am! Or I wouldn't have said it.

[bloodbiter]

It's just you have a rather small stature.

[It feels terribly rude of her to say so, but if they're searching for physical strength... She just wants to be certain.]

[matchbreaker]

[ HEH HEH HEH ]

Well, just try me! How do you wanna test it?

[bloodbiter]

I suppose you could try to pick up the trunk in your room. Would that suffice?

[matchbreaker]

Sure! It's right near this main area anyway.

[ So let's go to the hall! She'll charge ahead, heading towards Room #11 with her key in hand. The door labels her as "Indomitable" ]

[bloodbiter]

[Her enthusiasm is endearing, in a way. She hurries to catch up with Elda, a bemused smile on her face as she follows her to the room.]

Well, let's see it, then.

[matchbreaker]

[ (there is nothing that off about her room, for the record. No time to personalize it) but... Okay, to the trunk!

... she fully expects to be able to lift it up over her head with ear. With her current abilities, thanks to Wordsmith...

Not quite that.

But she does manage to lift the thing off the ground and get it more level with her body. That's simple, but then she needs to work as if it were a barbel to get it up and over, and only then for a moment. And finally she lets it down with a large thud. ]

[bloodbiter]

[She watches as Elda struggles, not certain whether to step forward and help her just yet, but decides against it. She pauses once the trunk falls back to the floor.]

...Are you alright?

[matchbreaker]

That shouldn't have been that hard! [ Ugh, her arms hurt a little now! ] I must've not fed enough last time!

[ She groans, stretching herself out a little to try and move past the pain ]

[bloodbiter]

Fed? What do you mean?

[Out of the variety of monsters in her world, vampires aren't among them.]

[matchbreaker]

Just what it sounds like! [ Ugh, she groans and takes a seat on the foot of her bed, stretching out her arms more ] Last time I went and got a meal, I should've collected more!

[bloodbiter]

It's a strange way to put it, that's all.

[All the same...]

Would you like to go to the kitchen?

[matchbreaker]

No thanks, I don't even like chilled blood that much

[ UNLIKE A CERTAN SHREW ]

[bloodbiter]

I... beg your pardon?

[Surely she must be hearing that incorrectly.]

[matchbreaker]

Chilled blood!

[ and while Elda could be coming off as upbeat and oblivious here, clapping her hands together as if that settles that with a smile... as with most things her, there is a hint of malice in it, like she knows this is abnormal for the girl and is taking pleasure in that ]

You know, blood which's been put in an icebox for a bit instead of just fresh.

[bloodbiter]

That's - disgusting! Why would you ever...

[She makes a face, backing away from her slightly.]

[matchbreaker]

[ Exposing her fangs a little more, Elda leans forward in her seat on the bed, smirking. ]

Because I'm a vampire, and it's what we eat.

[bloodbiter]

[...yeah nope she's leaving

BYE ELDA SORRY ELDA]

[matchbreaker]

[ HEH HEH SUCKER.

She's amused to have scared someone here so she's content to let her go. Later. ]