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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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Are you real?
[Way to go, Mouri. Question other people's realness attribute, why not. At least you are not prodding it with your finger to see if the bird is tangible]
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[ Okay so it's his... everything, but he doesn't know that! ]
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Mouri scratches the back of his head, talking boisterously]
Oh! Hohohoh, I apologize, Your Majesty! I am not used to be in the presence of royalty or...or talking birds! Haha!
[Or both at the same time]
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The King forgives.
[ And then the bird tilted his head. ]
The King... is not used to seeing so many humans either? If The King had to tell the truth; and so he shared this honestly.
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Really? I hope it is not too frightening, your Majesty! Being in a place filled with strangers is already stressing enough, let alone people who aren't of the same species! Hahaha!
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[ Okay NOW he's crying, thanks for the reminder Mouri!! ]
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Yaaaaah! Please don't cry, your Majesty! It will all be fine. You will be back to your kingdom in no time!
[He tries to say it with as much confidence as possible]
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Of course The King will return to the Holiday Star! Everything is going to be okay. The King also believes this.
And The King asked, what of you, stranger? Will you return to a city of humans?
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Of course I will! I need to return home too. My daughter must be worried sick about my absence.
[No mention of anyone else who is living with him or about his wife. Huh]
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[ Hm... ]
The King thought... there must be many places he hasn't seen.
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[For example, sapient and colorful birds. Yeah, it will be less of a shock once the whole 'multiple' worlds detail is unveiled later]
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Truth be told, The King does not mind. The King had already found his perfect paradise. The King thinks it is okay to stick with what makes you happy.
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[It must be, if nobody in the world had ever heard about it]
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The King said, he made his kingdom on a star. That is why it is the Holiday Star.
[ Which is probably... MORE CONFUSING... ]
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[Wasn't it enough for this to be a talking bird? Are we going to have to add 'alien' the the equation?]
1/2
2/2
[ ... Looks like you don't get your answer today, Mouri. ]
Re: 2/2
[Boy, Mouri is getting more nervous with every passing minute. He starts thinking of a way to get away before he offends the King.
For all he knows this is the type of king that demands the heads of those who disrespect him. Being birds wouldn't change that]
So, your Majesty, if you ever need help please don't be afraid of getting my attention. I will be glad to help.
[Not leaving yet. First he wants to be sure the King accepts the potential future offer of help. That should mean this didn't go so badly]
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[ He needs help a lot of the time--now that you've offered here's to hoping you don't regret this Mouri... ]