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trusthell2016-02-28 12:00 am
trustharder) wrote in trusthell2016-02-28 12:00 am
Welcome.
You last remember feeling safe.
You don't know what caused that response, now that you think about it; you can't remember what you were doing before the warm, comfortable feeling came over you, a sensation somewhere between relief and the light contentment that comes with the knowledge that you're safe enough to sleep and god, are you ready to. It feels like you may have been sleeping for a while before this, even; your limbs are heavy in the memory, and you recall how difficult it was to open your eyes.
Turning your head is likewise difficult, it feels kind of like it's full of sand. Weighted-down by sleep. It's so much easier to remain still, and so you do, and before you haze out again you can vaguely hear a voice.
It's no one you recognize, and it sounds strange and vaguely distorted as you start to drift off again.
"Everything'll be fine."
There isn't an answer that you can hear; the voice speaks once more.
"...you ready?"
You don't remember what you wanted to say to that. Always, maybe. Or Ready for what? Or perhaps What's happened to me?
But none of it matters, because consciousness slips away from you too quickly for you to respond.
---
You wake up some time later; the comfortable, safe feeling from earlier certainly isn't dampened any by the bed you wake up in. Whether you like it soft as a cloud or firm enough to support the most finicky of spines, the bed you're in is nice, and it's pretty much exactly what you've been looking for in a mattress.
Shame the rest of the room is probably going to be a bit jarring when you wake up properly.
The room you're in is completely unfamiliar, all concrete and steel and almost nothing that makes it yours - but there's a trunk near the bed and there's what looks like a smartphone sitting on the trunk, and you might want to grab that before you leave the room. Trying to text or call out won't do anything for the time being, unfortunately, but it's something. A lifeline, maybe.
If you're looking to see if anyone is here with you, maybe you can find someone as you wander through the main corridor; after all, there are a few places to explore here, even if the bulk of the place is pretty much a straight shot down the center. If you're looking to gather, the dining hall is probably the best place for it, as it's large enough to accommodate all of you.
Wherever you choose to go, however, there are a set of rules posted in every room; the far wall of the dining hall, across from the entrances, also has a bulletin board with twenty-seven pictures, along with some...interesting information, posted on it. The board is large enough for all of you to look at it, but you might not want to try to get at anything posted there; just like the rules, there's glass in front of it, and it's looking to be extremely shatterproof.
Sorry about that.
There's one more thing you'll notice on your wanderings through the corridor – there are no windows, and there are no doors that can possibly lead outside.
Looks like you're trapped. Might as well get to know those that are here with you.
You don't know what caused that response, now that you think about it; you can't remember what you were doing before the warm, comfortable feeling came over you, a sensation somewhere between relief and the light contentment that comes with the knowledge that you're safe enough to sleep and god, are you ready to. It feels like you may have been sleeping for a while before this, even; your limbs are heavy in the memory, and you recall how difficult it was to open your eyes.
Turning your head is likewise difficult, it feels kind of like it's full of sand. Weighted-down by sleep. It's so much easier to remain still, and so you do, and before you haze out again you can vaguely hear a voice.
It's no one you recognize, and it sounds strange and vaguely distorted as you start to drift off again.
"Everything'll be fine."
There isn't an answer that you can hear; the voice speaks once more.
"...you ready?"
You don't remember what you wanted to say to that. Always, maybe. Or Ready for what? Or perhaps What's happened to me?
But none of it matters, because consciousness slips away from you too quickly for you to respond.
---
You wake up some time later; the comfortable, safe feeling from earlier certainly isn't dampened any by the bed you wake up in. Whether you like it soft as a cloud or firm enough to support the most finicky of spines, the bed you're in is nice, and it's pretty much exactly what you've been looking for in a mattress.
Shame the rest of the room is probably going to be a bit jarring when you wake up properly.
The room you're in is completely unfamiliar, all concrete and steel and almost nothing that makes it yours - but there's a trunk near the bed and there's what looks like a smartphone sitting on the trunk, and you might want to grab that before you leave the room. Trying to text or call out won't do anything for the time being, unfortunately, but it's something. A lifeline, maybe.
If you're looking to see if anyone is here with you, maybe you can find someone as you wander through the main corridor; after all, there are a few places to explore here, even if the bulk of the place is pretty much a straight shot down the center. If you're looking to gather, the dining hall is probably the best place for it, as it's large enough to accommodate all of you.
Wherever you choose to go, however, there are a set of rules posted in every room; the far wall of the dining hall, across from the entrances, also has a bulletin board with twenty-seven pictures, along with some...interesting information, posted on it. The board is large enough for all of you to look at it, but you might not want to try to get at anything posted there; just like the rules, there's glass in front of it, and it's looking to be extremely shatterproof.
Sorry about that.
There's one more thing you'll notice on your wanderings through the corridor – there are no windows, and there are no doors that can possibly lead outside.
Looks like you're trapped. Might as well get to know those that are here with you.
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You know, Mettaton usually doesn't mind catching glances from strangers - if anything, he's used to it - but there's something about this particular one, in this setting, that's enough to get him to be...slightly less aggressively himself. Monster solidarity, maybe, who knows; either way, he's actually settled down pretty well while he approaches.]
You seem troubled, sweetheart.
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The King is indeed troubled... Is it not the same for you? He recognizes no one, and there are so many humans. The King almost feels there was a mistake.
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Oh, it's a bit troubling to be sure, yes... Are you not used to humans either, then? They're not so bad, from what I've seen! Of course, we don't have any where I'm from, but these all seem all right.
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Oh, so we are the same. The King said, this brings him relief. That someone else knows how he feels makes him glad.
[ As his redundant statement went on, he nodded. ]
The King thought, some of them seem a little scary, but maybe it's not all of them...
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[Most of them are pretty okay, as far as Mettaton goes, but then he's also 6'1" and fairly weighted-down, what with the metal and all.]
Which ones, darling?
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[ The size DOES factor too, but it's less immediate than this concern. ]
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[It's not like we'll be blindsided with the crazy? That's a good thing.]
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Then... The King will now know when to run away very fast! [ Well THAT was blunt. ]
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[...go...team...]
What exactly are you the king of, sweetheart? If you don't mind!
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Well, it sounds adorable, honestly.
[no seriously that's so cute]
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The King was sad when he did not wake up on his Holiday Star. But he is sure it is alright. The King will come back to them soon.
But... The King is sad he will probably miss the next festival.
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[No seriously if the king of the cute birdpeople wants a party we can throw a fucking party in the hellbunker if we have to, assuming that nothing stupid is going to happen and we're all just...locked in here because reasons]
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It also doesn't matter if somebirdie has two left feet, it's not a competition.
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You know, if we haven't figured ourselves out by the time this festival of yours is supposed to take place, maybe we could do something here. In your honor, of course!
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The King would be very glad! The King thought this place looked drab.
[ And he raises up his wing from under his cape! The equivalent of a balled fist, pretty much. ]
The King should look around and help decorating, if he finds anything! Because The King said, things being pretty is one of his favorite things.
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Ohhh, darling, we're going to get along so well - this place could definitely use some brightening up! We'll have this place looking lovely enough for us in no time.
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The King does not want to stay here for long--but The King said, so long as he is, then he shall do his part. He thus declared, he and The Robot should work together!
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[...i mean no one voted this one into office or anything but he's the closest thing we've got]
Name's Mettaton, sweetheart - it's a pleasure.
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