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

[matchbreaker]

Huh, I didn't look in there, did I... I did find a there was some shampoo in the bathroom, and a brush, at least.

[ Which is good, because she takes a lot of pride in her hair. In fact she fluffs it a little as she says that ]

[stepout]

[ yeah it's great, she's happy about it ]

We're provided well for, at least. [ ...which is awful though. ] We are supposed to be staying here indefinitely, apparently.

[ according to those Rules she doesn't like. ]

[matchbreaker]

But we're not.

[ Or at least she's not.

Even if she ends up having to abide by the rules ]

[stepout]

I'd really rather not either.

[ Not like she's got anything particularly pressing to get back to, but she's already missing the everything that the bar was. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ Mmmmmm. ]

So what's your name?

[stepout]

[ ............UM. ]

...You can just call me Chiyuki. [ that is APPARENTLY IT or something, she doesn't know, it still feels a little strange to say it is. but it's up there, so people might as well... call her by it, hers or not. ]

[matchbreaker]

[ That's a weird way to put it.

Well, whatever. ]

And I'm Elda Marker. [ Looking over Chiyuki again...

Getting oddly close... ]

You've got nice hair, girl.

[stepout]

[ ...And stepping back, personal space much?? ]

Thank you. [ ... ] You too?

[matchbreaker]

[ Like a bird (or well, a bat? whatever) Elda preens at that statement, allowing Chiyuki the scoot back to give herself enough space to push out her long trails of hair, both of which almost reaching her ankles ]

Isn't it though? I've been working on it for a long time ever since my dear James told me how much he loved it!

[ She laughs a little, resisting the urge to swoon just at the thought of it, and then points directly at the off-color streak on Chiyuki's bangs ]

That's a pretty pop-out pick yourself!