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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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Yes?

[ NACHETANYA... does have a bright enough smile. You know, for someone missing an arm and with some visible scarring and under the rest of these circumstances. She had been more studying the rules than the profiles just then. ]

[Oh goodness.

Whatever questions Sakura has will have to wait. Never mind how rude it'd probably look to ignore Nachetanya's injury - Sakura's mouth dries on the spot when she takes in the full picture, and she tenses in her own skin.]

Your arm...

[ . . . She sighs. ]

It was like this when I awoke. Actually, did you awaken with a strange sound in your head as well?

... Yes.

[Said after some hesitation, after some extra glances that are desperate to be polite and not openly stare at the arm. Eventually, she settles for staring down at the ground]

In a room by myself... Was it the same for you?

Mmmhm, me as well. Given all the rooms around us, and that they bear the titles we've been given, I assume it was the same for everyone.

[ Probably, at least. ]

[Yes, she's come to the same conclusion herself, though she doesn't acknowledge it. There's another beat of silence before she speaks again, and this time:]

Um... do you need something for your...?

[It's as if the state of the other woman's arm is a taboo Sakura can only gesture at]

Oh, are you a doctor? Ms... Ah, it's Ms. Matou, isn't it?

[ Based on the profile!! ... But she didn't have that listed under profession so. She doubts that. It said "mage" - which she doesn't know what that means - and student. Though it is somewhat odd for a student to be that old. ]

[Quickly, Sakura shakes her head.]

Oh, no. Nothing like that. But since we're in a hospital, I thought that maybe we could find something.

[Though she does straighten slightly when the other uses her last name. Right, they haven't properly introduced themselves. In that case, Sakura chances a glance at the information board for a name to match the face, and--

...

...

She can not pronounce any of that.]

[ You know what, she's standing here.

Waiting.

Patiently.

Smiling.

Perhaps - no, definitely teasing her. ]

... Um--

[Her hands tighten into stiff balls as her face turns progressively redder the longer she looks at that name]

Na-

Na-ka... Na-...

[Wilting slightly]

I'm really sorry, could you please...?

Nachetanya Loei Piena Augustra. [ Naa-shey-taa-n-ya Low-eii Pii-en-a Auu-gus-tra.

That said, she says it fluently, and with a slight bow, not really phonetically or anything. ]

A-aa...

[Well.

Sakura at least bows back, silently hoping that a nickname might suffice - Like Tanya. Tanya-san. She can do that.

Except that would require voicing the awkward opinion, and to a stranger? Heavens no, she would never be that rude. Best that she gets back on track instead]

It's nice to meet you.

And you as well! Or at least, as nice as it can be with out circumstances.

[ It's said with good humor though. ]

[A nod to that]

Um... but we really should try and bandage your shoulder so it doesn't get infected.

[Despite not being a doctor, Sakura is comfortable enough in this role that she sheds some of her shyness.]

Oh. [ She lifts the arm... well, stump. And- ]

It wasn't bleeding, and other things were happening, so I didn't think of that. But yes, that's probably a good idea, to get fresh bandages.

[She's taking this so calmly... really, Sakura would envy that sort of poise if it didn't worry her.]

You do look as if you were busy...

[A subtle comment aimed at Nachetanya's state of dress. She certainly looks like she's ready for anything.]

[ She winces a little as she brings the stump back down though, frowning before she shakes her head, making to push past it. ]

I wanted to make good on Rule Four. Though I suppose I didn't know about the rule when I woke up, so it just seemed smart to get to know where I was.

Rule Four?

[... No, Sakura has yet to see the rules posted. Her attention had frozen on the profiles for... reasons, and now she's too focused on Nachetanya's health. As she talks, she sets to leave the foyer - it's doubtful they'll find bandages here]

[ Oh no!! If that's the case, Nachetanya's arm shoots out to grab hold of Sakura's sleeve, to better keep her in the Foyer. Because- ]

Oh no, if you didn't see the rules, you must look at those first!

[ Alarm actually comes into her tone!! ]

[Despite stiffening at the sudden, unexpected contact, Sakura does heed the warning (and waits a beat for her heart rate to drop). With a nod, she walks back over to the framed information near the profiles.

...

...]

What...?

[She-- doesn't know what she just read -- no, that's a lie. She understood every bullet point, and that's exactly what causes her voice to quake.]

[ Nachetanya lets go as soon as Sakura stops, her point made. She keeps her face impassive as she watches the other girl process the information before her. She frowns lightly herself. But she's allowing Sakura to process the rules because - as she sees it - reading it is paramount and knowing how others react is damn near as much so.

Her one arm is wrapped around her stomach. ]

You see?

[...

Deep breath first, then. And another. Every beat dials her expression back until the girl is collected again]

I assume this isn't a tasteless prank.

I don't know. But I don't imagine so.

[ she taps on the glass. Gently...

and then hits it a little harder.

Nothing. Her hand hurts a little now, though. ]

Tanya-san?

[Going for that shortened name after all, with Sakura glancing at her in sudden alarm]

This glass, it's as durable as the glass in the windows.

[ Ow, her hand. She shakes it off, and nods at Sakura.

Which implies whoever was running this put it here. ]

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