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The last thing you remember hearing is static.

There were words in there, perhaps, quiet whispers like the rustling of leaves, like the crinkling of paper, like rust being scraped off a knife. The words aren't anything you'll remember, but they're there, and there are a lot of them washing over you, and it might be concerning if it weren't so warm where you're lying.

You wake feeling disoriented, like you've been asleep for a long time.

Of course, it's probably odd that you're waking up just now - perhaps you were in the middle of something important, perhaps you were waiting for something, or maybe you were just going about your day, but even before the whispering came you can clearly remember doing something back home. Can't you? Something else. Something that wasn't looking around the room you've found yourself in.

It's not your room, either. Not the one you're used to.

The room here is grey and white and tile; even if the bed is nice (and the bed is nice, it feels like it's been designed to cater just to you, maybe if you keep your eyes closed you can pretend it's a favor), the room itself is spartan and oppressing. The walls are cracked and the floors are in disrepair, but despite that there's not enough noise - it's silent, the quietness of it pressing in on you, and even if you can't see any cameras you get the distinct feeling that for good or ill, someone is watching over you as you get up.

That might be enough to make you move, to make you not want to stay there. But even if you stick around for a while to look around in there, the walls hold firm despite their decrepit state and the pervasive silence isn't going away - if anyone's in the rooms near you, you can't hear them. If you want answers, you're going to have to leave. Be sure you grab the key sitting on your desk on the way out.

Once you step out of the room into the hallway you'll most likely find yourself face-to-face with other confused people who feel as though they don't belong here either. Maybe you'll find something if you explore together; maybe it's safer in numbers.

Wherever you end up going - and there are several places to go - you might want to check the large room toward the center of the communal area of the building. A subdivided foyer is here; at first glance, it even seems to offer you a look at the outside. Of course, once you've gotten over that particular disappointment, you might want to check out the walls, where you'll find some very interesting information about yourselves hanging on the walls. There's some other framed information that you'll most likely want to get a look at as well, seeing as how it could be the key to escaping this place.

Although, speaking of keys... Despite your best efforts, you won't find any doors. The windows you find here and there are far more durable than they should be as well, and any attempts to break out won't work. It seems you're stuck here for the time being.

Maybe your fellow captives have some thoughts on all of this.

Welcome to Beacon General Hospital.

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So, you're just starting off your stay here by stealing shit, then? [tbh she kinda respects the hustle]

Have you seen the floors in this place? I can rig a carpet out of cardboard. Whoever owns this place is gonna thank me.

[Ah, the poor downtrodden shoeless life. She's missing school for this--!]

... No you fucking can't. [she's vaguely sure if that was a thing her childhood would've been full of them.]

Sure you can! There's nothin' that can't be made with a bit of cardboard, and nothing that can't be fixed with enough duct tape.

[...]

Except for flotation devices.

[Safety first, kids.]

I'm pretty sure we're not gonna need those. [pause] Even if you're already dressed like we're in South Beach or something.

It's pretty cute, isn't it? But I don't remember owning something like this.

[...Hey, maybe she should make herself duct tape shoes instead. ...She changes tactics and starts ripping the flaps off of cardboard boxes.]

And I don't remember even taking this [gestures at leather getup] out of my suitcase yet. So, our captor clearly likes dressing up sleeping girls. Totally a great sign.

[... you know until she can find wherever this hospital keeps its pills this may be her only entertainment. so she's just gonna perch on something and watch.]

[...You know, that is the first damn thing that actually gets her to take pause and kind of cover her chest for a moment. That's creepy? That's super creepy.]

Why would our captor put is in different things, though? You'd think they'd pick something a little more consistent.

[Unless they're trying to hit fetish bingo here, which is also possible.]

Dressing up all your dolls in the same outfit would be pretty fucking boring, wouldn't it? Maybe we're all some demon's Barbies now.

At least it's a demon with good fashion sense.

[She's managed to get a base by now; her shitty cardboard shoes are definitely very rectangular, but they're thick and being coated in duct tape, and that's gonna have to do for now. The speed at which she makes her shitty arts and crafts project implies that this isn't the first time she's done this.]

[jesus h christ what is this crazy person doing]

Those look way too small to be rugs.

I'm changing my strategy. Better to cover my feet than the whole floor. ...If no one else is missing shoes, that is.

[Why do anything like a sane person when you can make a bunch of stupid stuff out of garbage. This is flawless logic.]

... Do you. Not have shoes?

...Do you wear shoes in a pool?

I don't do pools. It fucks with my hair dye. [but this is not about her!!!]

Why do you sleep ready for the pool?

...I mean, even if this is what I usually wore to bed, I'd be in socks.

[This is absolutely not the point.]

Did you not look around your room for shoes before just walking outside in a strange place where you could step on all kinds of nasty shit? [like kidneys]

It didn't even cross my mind.

[...You know what she has her friends the carboard shoes at this point, so. This is fine. It's totally fine.]

You could have gotten, like, seven different kinds of tetanus just walking over here.

[she's trying to call her an idiot but somehow comes off concerned???]

Yeah... But I'll be fine. I'm not due on my shots or anything.

[YOU'RE SUCH A GOOD FRIEND MADISON-]

Anyway, what's your name? I'm Ka-

[She pauses for a moment to look at her better. She is super american. She probably has a nice lifted but like Angelina Jolie-san. Either way-]

Nozomi! Nozomi Kaminashi.

Madison Montgomery... You know, there's, like, a super disproportionate amount of Japanese people here? Watch this all be some weird game show where celebrities commentate in the corner of the screen.

Welcome.

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