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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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[preciousking]

If you ask me, this whole damn thing is weird. [ Good job, Mikoto. You can point out the obvious and have the same opinion as other people.

(see: he's useless) ]

[relieable]

[oh boy, another useless RED person]

Sure is. People I'm talkin' to are throwin' out words like 'kidnapped' and 'murder.' I'm wondering if this is all some joke. Maybe there are cameras!

[preciousking]

[ Literally his only reaction to 'kidnapped' and murder' is: ] Huh. [ Birds of a feather flock together?! But no one should want to flock with Mikoto... ]

There could be. [ ... because he's extraordinarily useless. ]

[relieable]

[yeah, so is Osomatsu. he can't figure out why else anyone would kidnap him. he doesn't even have any money!]

Y'think so? [now he's looking around for cameras. he turns to the nearest corner and points at it] Yeah, we're on to you, pal! You sicko! Y'think this is funny that we're all panicking? What kind of a game is this? Are we gonna be on teevee? We better get paid for this!

[preciousking]

[ Poor poor Osomatsu.

Ahem ahem. Bad joke out of the way, Mikoto peers up at the nearest corner with this loud guy and just sort of stares. If there's anything there, he sure as hell can't see it. ] D'you actually think somebody's gonna answer those questions?

[ As this is a largely rhetorical question, he rolls right on. ] Besides, ain't it obvious? They'd never broadcast something like this, even if it were a prank.

[relieable]

[that joke deserves a groan.

he turns to the other man, pursing his lips in thought] It could be on the internet. People put all sorts of shit online.

[preciousking]

[ victory

Also, he fixes his gaze on this guy again. ] Could be. If it is though, I doubt anything good will come of it.

[relieable]

Oh, for sure! I wasn't saying that it was a good thing if this was put on television, or the internet. I'm just sayin' people are weird, an' some people do bad things. Whatever's goin' on with us... I don't think it's good at all.

[preciousking]

Hm... [ Gruffly, but it still kinda sounds like agreement?? Ah, yes, noises sure are a good way to hold a conversation. ] What would you do if all this were being broadcast anyway?

[relieable]

[Osomatsu considers]

Prooooobably would do everything in my power to be a pain in the ass! Whoever's filming me didn't ask for my permission. They either better pay me for usin' my face, or I'm not cooperating!

[preciousking]

[ What a weird concern. ]

That's it?

[relieable]

[blink]

Well, yeah. [???]

[preciousking]

... Huh.

[ that's tame as hell man ]

[relieable]

[...HUFFS, crossing his arms. think you've got a better idea, do you? let's hear it, buddy!]

Well, what would you do, huh?

[preciousking]

[ Simply: ]

Burn the ones responsible.

[relieable]

[oh.

... oh...]

.............Well, see, now that's just creepy, dude.

[preciousking]

It's not much different from what I usually do.

[relieable]

Oh, really? [a perplexed look, complete with a raised brow] You, uh... You burn people?

[preciousking]

If they deserve it, yeah. Or if they cross me. [ And he kind of just...

Grins??? ]

[relieable]

[uhhh... scooby doo yipe!]

...Okay, well, remind me never to cross you... But, I mean, yeah. If we could find out who the mastermind behind this deal is, then, sure... I wouldn't mind a piece of 'em myself.

[preciousking]

[ ... Ah. He glances to the side and looks kind of bored. Sorry, sorry.

He's not going to clarify that that was (mostly) a shitty joke. ]

Doesn't that mean you want to do more than negotiate your pay? ... Mm. It doesn't matter. If you want to get at them first, be my guest.

I can wait.

[relieable]

[he's probably not going to get paid either way...]

You're kinda dark, aren't you... What'd you say your name was?

last name first

[preciousking]

Suoh Mikoto.

same!

[relieable]

[such a badass with a... pretty plain name. oh well, Osomatsu's not going to judge. at least, not out loud]

And I'm Matsuno Osomatsu! It's nice to meet you, Suoh-san! I think!

hi5s!!

[preciousking]

[ Honestly, he'd laugh if Osomatsu did.

He cants his head to the side 'cause, really, he's still getting used to people using pleasantries with him. What are people not being scared of him?? Awkwardly: ]

... Yeah. Likewise. [ That's what you're supposed to say, right? ]