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[trustharder]

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.

Comments

[garudynamic]

A. Room 27

[His first thought, of course, was that he was in the TV world somehow. HOW was beyond him- maybe he fell in at work? But that certainly didn't explain his current... outfit. The pants and jacket were pretty similar to his school uniform, excluding the fact that they were WAY too new, plus the third year pin. And the shirt looked like something he MIGHT own, considering it's bright color and flashy logo. But the scarf? The fingerless gloves? Certainly not something he'd normally have.

And worse, his headphones were nowhere to be found.

But that thought flitted off to a worse realization: he couldn't call Jiraiya at all. So either he wasn't in the tv, or... well he had no idea of any other options with his limited scope.

So he peeks out the door, not going fully outside just yet. People. Yeah no he really WASN'T in the tv world, huh?]

Oh h-hey... sup?

[Don't mind the kid looking about to piss himself in terror peeking out at you and trying to play it all off. It's fine.]

B. Kitchen

[Talking to people and looking around proved this wasn't a dream, and that he was legit in trouble. The phone couldn't call out, and the wording of the 'rules' and the way this place was built made him think of some post-apocalyptic video game or after-the-bomb set up.

He was so overwhelmed by it all, when he wanders into the kitchen he can be found staring at the knife block, lips pursed and pale as curdled cheese. Should.... should he arm himself?]

B

[blastiarm]

Don't just stand around. If you're going to take one, take one.

[Says the asshole in the ridiculous outfit. He's leaning on the counter and eyeing the knife block as well, but he looks bored and sort of put-out instead of concerned.]

[garudynamic]

[OH GOD HE'S ABOUT TO BE MUGGED BY A COSPLAYER

Really, something about Zagi's attitude makes him really want some stabbing implements, so he snags two butcher knives. He gives them a little twirl out of habit (and somehow NOT dropping one on his foot. With his shaking hands it's a miracle) and tucks them into his uniform jacket with practiced ease. Wouldn't be the first set of kitchenware he's hidden like this]

A-all yours, buddy.

[blastiarm]

[EXCUSE YOU HE IS AN ORIGINAL CHARACTER!!!!]

Huh...

[That seems to have caught his interest though and Zagi smirks.]

You use knives too? I wouldn't have expected that from you.

[...are you even trying, zagi]

B

[cherryblooded]

[As much as staring at the knife block in dread must be fun, Cherryblod feels the need to interrupt him by clearing his throat.]

I'd like to make breakfast, so may I get past you for a moment?

[garudynamic]

[He jumps a little, and gives the man a dumbfounded stare]

Breakfast. Really?

[He hasn't noticed the tail just yet, but really dude is now the time for food?!]

[cherryblooded]

Of course. It doesn't look like there's anything I can do to leave right now, which is the more important issue, but I can deal with being hungry.

I could make you something too, if you'd like?

[Is that the issue here?]

b

[prismbloom]

[ That's an expression she doesn't want to see on a kid. Aqua's understandably concerned, and she crosses over to him. ]

Excuse me. Are you alright?

[garudynamic]

[... oh hi

His eyes widen and his pale about-to-puke expression looks a little better considering he turns a bit red]

Yeah! I mean, c-considering...! For being in some nuclear death bunker I've never been better!

[His voice cracks all over the place. Smooth]

[prismbloom]

"Nuclear death bunker"?

[ That's a new way to put it, but Aqua's hardly making fun of him. Instead, she offers a sympathetic smile.

Her expression does turn a bit more serious. ]

You saw the rules too, didn't you?

A

[amygdalae]

[Having just stepped out of his room Bruce is still taking a moment to properly orientate himself when he hears a voice calling out from the other end of the hallway. Intrigued, Bruce heads over there, only to see...

Well.]

Hello. [He starts slowly, trying to project calm so that the poor teenager would stop freaking out. He looks very anxious, which Bruce supposes is understandable.] Are you alright? Do you need help?

[...it may be worth nothing that he's wearing a jumpsuit in a very alarming shade of neon green.]

[garudynamic]

[Well that's certainly eye catching, isn't it? It's silly enough that the kid laughs: but it's a high pitched bordering on hysteric sound]

Oh man, yeah you could say that!

[amygdalae]

[Well that's not quite the response he had been hoping for.]

What's wrong, then?

[He can't help you if you don't explain yourself, kid.]

a

[clubleader]

[ Mion turns around at the sound of someone else's voice, and it takes a second before her eyes finally land on Yosuke barely peeking outside his door. ]

Why are you hiding like that? I'm not gonna bite.

[garudynamic]

[A cute girl certainly is enough to make him open the door a little more]

Sorry... waking up in a weird place has me kinda jumpy.

[clubleader]

[ She gets it, and it's a miracle she's not jumpy herself. ]

This old man will protect you if anything happens.

a

[isafraid]

[...To be fair, this wasn't the first time Speedwagon had seen that look on someone whose seen him. Usually they'd be getting a fist in the face or a stab wound. Then again, he wasn't feeling right up to that right now.]

...Hello? [What is this "sup" you speak of. Yosuke earns a raised eyebrow at this. would it help if he fixed the kid with a stern look?]

Do try not to pass out from fight, you might wake up somewhere else.

[garudynamic]

[That sure is a big buff guy. If Yosuke wasn't already nervous he'd be even more so now]

Th-that's not funny, I don't wanna wake up somewhere even worse...

[isafraid]

[There's also the huge honking scar going down his face. It's like we're going for the full thug appearance set.]

And it's not like I expected to get knocked flat out with one blow. Heavens know what that shiv might 'ave done to me. [He notes idly, kinda like he's not too bothered by Yosuke being there.]

a

[lackinginfaith]

...Well, aside from being kidnapped, you mean?

[garudynamic]

[He rubs the back of his head]

....yeah?

B!

[ignorantly]

...Are ya gonna stare at those knives all day?

[ Says the sharp-toothed guy in a hideous jumpsuit as he walks into the kitchen and notices Yosuke. ]

[garudynamic]

Whoa!

[Holy shit, hey there shark week]

Erm, no? Just checking eveything out...

[Not arming himself or anything, nope!]

B

[bloodisthicker]

[...does he really want to approach this at all... well, maybe he should. Maybe this teenage boy knows something useful.]

...having a little trouble with the knives, then?

[garudynamic]

[He startles, knocking the block over, sending knives skittering on the counter. With a curse he moves to try and catch them before they fall into the sink.

Watch him almost cut a finger off 'cuz of course]