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[trustfellowship]

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.

Comments

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[yourpiecenow]

[... okay he's officially had WAY too much time there this bitch needs to learn to take turns.]

Good job hogging the light hole, Chupacabra.

[journalname]

[Asgore blinks, startled out of his fascination with what is probably some part of the Surface.]

Gosh, I'm sorry. [He'll step away. He has no idea what a chupacabra is, so he's just gonna let that one go.]

[yourpiecenow]

You should be. [because now it's her turn to hog the light hole.] Ugh, how the fuck am I supposed to get an even tan from this bullshit? I'm gonna leave this place looking like fucking Powder.

[journalname]

[He just stands and listens politely, hands folded. She...must not have faced many trials in life, if that is her concern? Well, she does seem young.]

I am afraid we shall have more problems than that, in here. Have you read the posted rules?

[yourpiecenow]

Rules? [i'm sorry those are words and she's morally against those.] I mean, they're probably just the normal deal for places like this, right? In bed by nine, only smoke on the patio, don't screw anybody...

[journalname]

They seem to allow for...a disturbing amount of violence against the patients of this place.

[Which is them, maybe? He sure didn't check into anywhere.]

[yourpiecenow]

... Define "disturbing."

[journalname]

It...would seem to imply that we may be discharged from this place only through...killing another person. And then hiding the crime.

[He seems genuinely disturbed at this possibility.]

[yourpiecenow]

Oh.

[beat]

That sounds super hard. [HER ONLY QUALM]

[journalname]

[..........................]

I suppose it might be. [?????????] And no one here deserves to die for another's freedom.

[yourpiecenow]

That's a weird assumption to make. Somebody here could be, like, a child murderer or something.

[journalname]

Surely that is a far greater assumption?

[yourpiecenow]

People are assholes, big guy. I'm sure there's at least three irredeemable assholes here.

[journalname]

People do make mistakes, but I think the great majority of us are good at heart. Everyone here has been very nice so far!

[just assuming he hasn't met George yet I guess]

[yourpiecenow]

Oh, yeah, I'm sure everybody's real fucking nice. I'm nice. [don't laugh] But, that's a lot different than being good.

[journalname]

Perhaps so. But there is no reason to assume anyone here is a bad person. We have all only just met.

[yourpiecenow]

I already gave you the reason: people are assholes. Isn't it better to acknowledge that before the bodies start hitting the floor?

[journalname]

Why must bodies start "hitting the floor"?

[yourpiecenow]

Because human nature. People have sawed off their own arms to get freedom-- you seriously think they'd even think twice about fucking up someone else for it?

[journalname]

["Human" nature.]

I had friends among humans, once. I do not think you are all so bad.

[yourpiecenow]

"Once."

Kinda sounds like that supports my point.

[journalname]

No, no. I outlived them, that is all.

[It's not all. But. She's not entirely wrong.]

[yourpiecenow]

I'm sure.

... Is living that long, like, a normal thing for you? [dislikes: death]

[journalname]

It is! My kind do not begin to age past adulthood until we have had children, and my son is still young. We can still die of sickness or injury, of course, but that is not common.

[yourpiecenow]

So, you just stay young forever until you have a kid?

... I mean, that's not not how humans work, I guess.