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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

rules

[carnivorously]

[While Jack is reading the rules, Kogami is studying his knife in his hand. The way he holds it and if he should be concerned.

Part of him wonders if he should go get a knife as well, you know, just in case.]

[armamenta]

[He definitely seems to know what he's doing with the knife! He doesn't turn to address Kogami until he's done reading the rules, but he keeps the man in his peripheral vision, just in case.]

You need something?

[carnivorously]

[When he's addressed, Kogami simply shakes his head. He knows he's been caught but no need to act alarmed or anything of the like. It's only natural to try to read what the people are like here.]

Nothing at all. I'm just trying to gather information on this place, though I believe everyone is at this moment.

[armamenta]

Given this? [He tips his head to indicate the rules.] Can't say I blame anyone for it.

[carnivorously]

If anything, this is basically telling us to all be on our guard and trust no one.

[Not that Kogami trusts anyone anyway, but whatever.]

[armamenta]

Precisely. It's the ones who don't seem worried at all that are a bit concerning.

[Most of them seem like overly-trusting kids, but who knows if that's actually what they are.]

[carnivorously]

[Kogami trusts no one here, and he's told some people that straight up.]

I agree. I don't think we're here on a vacation at least.

[armamenta]

Definitely not. I was in the middle of something important and I certainly wouldn't leave for any reason.

[carnivorously]

I'm not even allowed to leave without an Inspector, so it's just as confusing to me as well.

[armamenta]

I'm guessing no one you recognize is here?

[carnivorously]

Not a single person. And the Japanese people I've spoken with have no idea what Sibyl is either, which is also odd.

[armamenta]

[...you know, he hadn't thought about it before but it's convenient you guys all know how to speak English!!]

I take it it's something really common?

[carnivorously]

[Kogami can speak English! How convenient! If that is the case...]

In Japan it's the system that rules us and makes our choices for us.

[armamenta]

[THAT IS LITERALLY THE MOST CONVENIENT I'm laughing so hard, oh my god]

First I've heard of it. Sounds oppressive.

[But he's very obviously American if the camo pants are any indication.]

[carnivorously]

[:D]

It is, but it works for most people. It tries to find what would give a person the happiest life. Unfortunately, if it deems someone as a nuisance to society, it isolates them. If they're really bad, Sibyl flat out kills them.

[armamenta]

[OKAY. THAT'S FINE. THAT'S TOTALLY FINE.]

What the hell. That's fucked up.

[HE'S PRETTY SURE JAPAN ISN'T THAT BAD?? HOLY DAMN.]

[carnivorously]

It's how it is. I can't tell you how many people Sibyl's told me to kill based on their judgement.

[That doesn't sound disturbing or something that could be taken totally wrong...]

[armamenta]

You said no one else here has heard of that?

[carnivorously]

Correct, no one here has heard of it.

[armamenta]

That's strange. If it's such a normal part of life, you'd think they'd recognize it.

[...maybe you're the weird one, kogami...???]

[carnivorously]

Or so I'd think, yes.

[No, he's mostly normal. He thinks.]