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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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[ . . . Snort. Well okay, not quite a snort, more like a little pfft of a giggle, the other woman raising a hand up over her mouth. See, she doesn't actually know what the word she's misreading it is. But what's some way to, she believes, misread her title.

But oh well, ]

It does still show you name, at least.

"At least." Like it's not super fucking creepy to have all of our info out here like this in the first place.

No, I agree! It's actually very unsettling.

[ Even if her tone had been teasing and continues o be a little airy. ]

Much of what's on mine isn't that hard to figure out, but it's far too forward for my liking.

I mean, about half of mine you can get from my Wikipedia page-- and the rest from any old gossip rag. Who knows how they got this info on all the normal-looking people, though. Like, what, did they weigh us all first or something?

[ What the fuck is a wikipedia and a gossip rag?

... Okay, no. ]

That's what I'd been assuming, actually! It's ... strange? Actually, very underhanded and a little pointless.

It makes me feel like a bag of beets.

... Some of this stuff can be figured out at a hospital, right? They have scales and stuff. But, you can't just measure what people hate, not right down to the names.

[ A nod!! ] to know most of that with any accuracy, you would need to be watching them beforehand. Actually pretty closely! I only developed a liking for lemons recently.

... Like, just whole lemons?

They do have a strong flavor, don't they? It's exciting, actually.

...

You can't just eat a whole fucking lemon!

Well obviously you can't eat the whole skin around it!

[ Puff! Huff! Don't think she's a weirdo or anything. ]

That literally doesn't help at all!

The flesh might be sour, but it's perfectly edible!

No shit it's edible! Lots of shit you shouldn't be eating is edible! You could eat grass or a newspaper and live, but it's still not a good idea!

[ She seems to wilt, just a little, taking her one arm (the right) around her stomach ]

I don't think lemons are unhealthy, actually.

I mean, if you don't like having teeth, carry the fuck on.

[ . . a gasp and with some confusion: ]

Lemons are bad for your teeth?

[stares]

... Yeah? They are?

... I didn't know that.

[ Huff. ]

I had thought they had nutrients which were good for sailors, to keep them healthier.

I mean, yeah, they have those, too. And if you're dying of fucking scurvy or something you should totally go ahead and eat lemon.

... But, like, the juice of it. Not like it's a fucking orange.

So what is it that makes them bad for teeth?

[ She taps her cheek with her one hand, looking a bit quizzical ]

... [and somehow we ended up with somebody with an 8th grade education teaching people about lemons.]

They're super acidic and that fucks up your enamel and makes your teeth all gross. That's why I always drink lemonade with a straw.

[ Oh... She hums, and then lowers her up, putting it on her hip. She nods, and ]

Thank you! I'll have to keep that in mind. Ms... Montgomery?

[pulls a face]

Madison.

Madison, then.

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