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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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Also neat... vocal tic? Black's not really sure what you'd categorize that as, uh. ]
White's... my sister. [ ...who he hasn't found yet and going by this list might not actually be here and oh, that is just the worst feeling in the world. What's he supposed to do without her? ] Why are you The King?
[ That "royalty" occupation thing is a joke, right? Or maybe he's a figurehead. ]
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[ He's not all too happy about his old name being printed, but it doesn't really show on his face. Maybe later he'll find a permanent marker and try to black out the glass before it... ]
It is nice The Enforcer cares for his sister. The King thinks, that type of love warms his heart. [ Plus points, in the tiny monarch's eyes! ]
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IS THERE ANYTHING THAT COULD SHOW ON HIS FACE...The Enforcer, is that what he is now. The Enforcer. There are probably worse names to be known as. Like... like... The Meteoric, or The Sacrificial, or The Dilatory. Definitely worse names. ]
She's been with me every step of the way. [ Except now, obviously. ] I don't know what I'd do without her. ...well, I guess I'm going to have to find out now, since she's not on the list. Actually, I don't recognize anyone on here.
[ ....there are some weird-looking people on here but he's finding he's not as surprised or freaked out by them as he thought he'd be. Maybe it's shock? It's probably shock. ]
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[ As much as the thought was... not that comforting. Stranger gatherings were never good, as far as he read in storybooks. ]
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Not even any degrees of separation, huh... [ Even those usually came into play! ...hmm. ] Well, maybe it'll turn out better than expected? It doesn't seem like anyone's too off-the-wall according to their profiles.
[ EXCEPT ZAGI. ]
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[ His gaze returns to the profiles, and he... might be frowning? Can't really tell with his strange face, but it sure sounds like he would be about now. ]
The King likes people from away. But he does not like every person from away when he himself is already far from home.
[ THAT ZAGI DEFINITELY SUSPECT why bleeding?! ]
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At least we're all in the same boat here. I'd be a little envious if someone had someone they knew with them and I didn't. [ and really... that zagi... what's up with the bleeding thing
]
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The King agrees... It is a bad enough place without feeling envy.
[ But... speaking of. ] Does The King have to--worry about his own position? The King would be worried if there are no haters of kings here.