Welcome.

[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.

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[armamenta]

Good question. Last I checked I was in South America.

[It's said dryly but it's not sarcastic. God. What a fuckin' day.]

[crywiththesaints]

That's certainly far from where I was, though I'm starting to think it's a bit more than that. What do you think of these profiles?

[armamenta]

The one they've got for me is almost entirely wrong.

[He sounds mildly offended by that, honestly.]

As for the rest... I don't know what to make of half of 'em.

[And then there's the robot and the goat and the less he thinks about those, the better.]

[crywiththesaints]

I can tell you that mine is correct, though intrusive for no obvious reason.

[armamenta]

So they only screwed up a few of ours, then. Where are they getting their information from?

[crywiththesaints]

A source that knows more than the average person, but only tells the truth some of the time, would be the most obvious guess. Still, it's worrying. Tell me, what would you say is correct?

[armamenta]

Occupation's half right. I'm a mercenary during my free time, but I'm a soldier first. Height and weight are right. I'd say maybe one or two of those "likes" is right, but I don't recognize most of what's listed.

[crywiththesaints]

The names and places, I presume. [Everyone knows what fighting is.] If so, that's oddly specific. And then we have the young man who said he'd been healed from injuries. There's a lot to unpack in that alone.

[armamenta]

Oh?

[That's actually pretty damn important, hang on—]

What injuries did he say he had?

[crywiththesaints]

Unfortunately, all he offered was that it would have taken a week to heal in hospital -- presumably not an abandoned murder hospital.

[armamenta]

Without any doctors or nurses around, yeah, I can believe it.

[He considers mentioning the scars for a moment before dismissing it. That's not really important right now.]

Who was it you talked to?

[crywiththesaints]

Kougami Shinya, two spaces below mine. The one with the very specific likes and dislikes. He also said he remembered being employed, so that would be distressing.

[armamenta]

Interesting. It's good to know I'm not the only one with wrong information.

[crywiththesaints]

There's got to be a commonality, but more pressing is the fact that we're here to begin with.

[armamenta]

Right. I was in the middle of something important and I need to get back to dealing with it.

[or leon's gonna die alone in the jungle and that's kind of hilarious, actually]

[crywiththesaints]

I could leave things to my subordinates for a while, but I was about to get to something important, too.

[armamenta]

So what does your company do, exactly?

[crywiththesaints]

Martel is a scientific organization dedicated to the betterment of the planet. [She says it like a well-rehearsed presentation.] Most of our efforts are put towards environmental protection, and at our head office in Kazamatsuri, we hold meetings and public forums, have revolutionized the recycling program, and maintain the surrounding forest as well as regulate business ventures and investigate complaints. Of course, we also give back to the community.

[armamenta]

[As expected of the CEO, but it's good to know she's exactly as professional as he was expecting.]

I see. I haven't heard of it before, but that sounds impressive.

[crywiththesaints]

I'm finding most people here haven't. The implications of that raise more questions, but we'll all be able to discuss that once the basics have been dealt with.

[armamenta]

Makes sense. Hopefully we figure out something more about this place soon.

[crywiththesaints]

I don't believe it's a question of hoping. We will in time; everyone leaves clues, whether they mean to or not.

[armamenta]

Then we'll find whatever clues we can and sort all this out. Sounds good to me.