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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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[Rin was pretty intent on ignoring anyone she came across in the hallways until she found some real answers. When Greed stops her, she merely shakes her head as answer to his question — no, she has no idea — and looks as if she'll pass him by. His appearance makes her do a double take though, and she frowns at his haggardness.]

You look as white as a sheet. Are you alright?

[You know, putting aside the what the fuck is going on thing.]

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What?

[The question pretty clearly startles him.]

No, I feel fine. [he thinks] Why?

Mm. [Rin hums to herself. Well, if he feels fine? Or maybe he's a masochist.]

You're haggard and pale. Have you really not seen yourself? You look like you gave two pints of blood after throwing up on a roller coaster.

No....?

[At that, he reaches up to touch at his face, and freezes when he feels how prominent his cheekbones are.]

W...what the hell is going on?

[Well. Now this is awkward.]

...Do you want to sit down? I think I saw a doorway that lead to a kitchen over there. We could get you a glass of water, and take some basic vitals if you want.

...Yeah. I might as well.

[At the second part, though, he hakes his head.]

Trust me, taking vitals would just raise a lot of uncomfortable questions.

[...Actually maybe it wouldn't now. He's not so sure.]

Saying it would raise uncomfortable questions raises uncomfortable questions.

[Not that she sounds too perturbed by that. Why would she be? Everything right now is an uncomfortable question and she hates it. But Rin turns around, taking the lead towards the kitchen she passed by earlier. Now that she looks at it properly, it's kind of impressive. This is really nice, actually?]

[He laughs a little, but he seems content not to elaborate. He's grateful that the girl is showing any interest in helping at all, really. He whistles upon seeing the kitchen.]

This place looks pretty fancy. Though I don't think I know what some of these things are.

[There's no special reason behind it, okay. It's just if she ditched him after noticing how bad off he seemed, she would feel bad later.]

Really? Like what?

[Rin runs a fingertip over the counters briefly, marveling at how clean they are before setting her eyes on the cupboards. She should find a glass first.]

There's some equipment in here that I've never used before, but I can still tell what they are.

Like that.

[He says, pointing to the refrigerator.]

...You've never heard of a refrigerator?

No?

[He looks around the room with fascination, approaching the sink and turning one of the knobs.]

....Strange. More time must have passed than I realized.

[Is he kidding.

Rin's eyes widen, sneaking glances at him as she continues her search for a glass. Oh, here's one. She reaches for it blindly, focus more on him.]

Try 150 years.

[And if someone can lose that much time, what does that mean for her? Rin approaches him at the sink, holding the cup out for him as water starts to gush from the faucet. Want to fill it up yourself?]

But... [Huh.] That's strange. Your clothing doesn't look that old.

No, they wouldn't.

[But he's not really paying attention right now, moving on to the microwave as he presses buttons on it at random, and whistling in an impressed way when it hums to life.]

[A flat look appears on her face when he ignores her, but she just huffs and moves to stand in the place he just vacated. Filling the cup with water then! And turning the knob to turn it off when she's done, because she wasn't raised in a barn.]

That's a microwave. You shouldn't turn it on like that when there isn't food inside.

[After a few minutes, he manages to turn the microwave off.]

It cooks food? How does it work?

Do you mean the mechanics, or how you operate it? I can more easily tell you the latter than the former, even if I don't use one that often.

The mechanics, but if you don't know that's fine. I figure it's one of those things people use without knowing how it works, you know?

[So obviously now is when he walks over to the refrigerator and pulls the door open.]

Oh, so that's what this is!

[...if he's fucking with Rin, it doesn't look like he's going to stop anytime soon, sorry.]

[Normally she'd only be mildly annoyed, but today she woke up in a strange place, sore and exhausted, and missing her handy Servant who can carpet bomb things at her demand.]

Are you going to sit down and have your water or not?

[He laughs quietly, and then actually sits down.]

Okay, okay. Sure.

[Good, she'll hand the glass to him then.]

Anyways, to answer your question before... Microwaves have become common because they can rapidly cook food. Unlike an oven, a microwave can do this because it channels energy straight into the molecules inside of the food. That said, you lose a lot of nutritional value that way.

Oh, I see.

[.....he doesn't know what an oven is, but you know what, he's not going to ask.]

I guess that would make some amount of sense; it's always best to cook things thoroughly.

Not if you nuke it. Have you ever had a sunburn? Think of it like the microwave is the sun, and the food is your skin.

[But Rin shrugs too, not making a bigger deal of this than necessary.]

It's still cooked and okay to eat, but it won't taste as great as it could have. Anyways, it's a matter of preference.

[She kind of switches between looking around the room and watching him as she talks. She still can't believe he's as fine as he said he feels from his appearance.]

Right.

[He does drink the water, but he mostly looks out of it, and lost in thought.]

This place is well-equipped, don't you think?

[He gestures left-handedly, showing off the mark on the back of his hand.]

It's a little suspicious.

[HOW COME GREED GOT TO KEEP HIS COMMAND SEALS.

Okay, no seriously, that's what the mark reminds her of and Rin stiffens, watching Greed more appraisingly because of it. She's slow to respond.]

...I haven't seen all of it yet, but it was suspicious from the start. Waking up in a strange room with no memory how I got there.

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