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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.

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[journalname]

[The silence is, really, the thing that jars Asgore out of slumber. His house can be peaceful at times, but it is never really quiet. And then, seeing his surroundings...he knows every building in the Underground, and this is none of them. It's...well, too old, too fallen down. Monsterkind does not have enough to let anything fall into such disrepair. For that matter, not everyone has working lights yet.

When he leaves his room to walk the halls, he is drawn up to his full height, cape sweeping regally behind him. Despite the imposing figure he cuts, he actually looks a bit nervous; he holds his paws close to his body, and seems very startled indeed to encounter any humans:]

Goodness...ah, howdy there! [His smile has some pretty pointy teeth, but seems genuine.

Otherwise, he'll eventually find his way out to where the rules are hung, and stand reading them with a frown.]

"Violence against other Patients is permitted"...it has been a long time, but I am quite certain this is not how human hospitals work.

[Humans may have started the War and kept them imprisoned underground, but really now.

For quite a while, though, he can be found in the external foyer. He's leaning against what passes for a door in here, pressing a big paw against the plexiglass and peering outside. When he first gets there, he tries to open it, but upon finding that it won't budge he just...continues to stand there and stare outside. Even though it's just impenetrable fog, he seems rapt.]

Halls

[dangerousfool]

[The greeting gets Wheatley's attention. The sphere rotates on the neck joint, focusing on Asgore]

'Howdy' to you too! What an unusu--an interesting specimen! I have never seen someone like you before!

[Everything Wheatley is used to seeing is lots of braindead humans in pods and the occasional wild animal -- very occasional. Asgore is novelty to him. That's why Wheatley is approaching, a bit hobbly but overall he seems rather friendly]

[journalname]

Gosh! I don't think I've ever met anyone like you before, either!

[Not a human! This, he feels on more even footing with! He'll lean over, hands on his knees, to be closer to Wheatley's level.]

I'm sorry, but are you some kind of monster?

[ossifragant]

[Greed's first reaction isn't surprise, exactly, because he's used to people who resemble animals, but the way the man is dressed certainly makes him look like something other than a chimera.

Greed's a little too polite to ask any rude questions right of the bat, anyway.]

I figure you just woke up with no idea where you are, either?

[If Asgore is paying close enough attention, he'll notice Greed has slit pupils and shark teeth. He certainly doesn't look human.]

[journalname]

[well thank goodness for that. Asgore has nothing against humans as a species - it would be hard to blame all of them for the War - but waking up in a strange place to find himself surrounded by them is. Not super comfortable.]

Exactly. It seems to be a common complaint. Though, I do not understand how this could have happened...am I correct in thinking you were not previously in the Underground?

[He doesn't really personally know every single monster, but he does know most of them by sight at least. He would've noticed if someone so human-like were around.]

rules

[gymasstics]

[...Asgore, a girl in a bikini and nothing else is staring at you. Mostly because holy shit, what the hell is this. That is some dedicated cosplay? He's even saying "human" like he's really a giant goat man!]

Of course it's not how hospitals work! Have you seen the floor?

[Someone's gonna get tetanus and it's probably her.]

[journalname]

[He turns to look at her. And then at the floor.]

It does seem...a little run-down. [He's trying very hard to be polite.] Is that important for a hospital?

[enhancements]

[...And that, in the external foyer, would be the massive goat from the profiles. That's...hm.]

Is there anything out there...?

[The question is quiet enough, though there's no hesitation behind it; might as well talk to the guy like he's people, and who knows - the fog is pretty damn impenetrable but maybe Asgore's got heat vision or something, weirder things have happened.]

[journalname]

Only fog, as far as I can see. The lights do make it difficult.

[He shakes his head, and turns to look down at Wesker.]

But it looks...like it is outside. [A statement that probably doesn't make much sense, but he's still sort of dealing with that.]

halls

[ariadibaule]

[The sight of Asgore elicits a gasp, immediately, but probably not for the reasons he is likely anticipating. In actuality, really, what Arietta says first is:]

Human language! You- you speak human language!

[journalname]

[OH - oh, it's a human child! Older than Asriel, certainly, but still a child. This is much less concerning!]

Why - yes. [He can't quite tell if he's intimidating her or not, but regardless let him stop and take a knee, he's almost twice her height.] My name is Asgore.

Halls

[imaginex]

[Startled is a word for it. And Sakura... well.

She gasps and accidentally slams backward into the wall. It's not just that Asgore is much, much taller than her. There are a few things off here, but high on the list are those teeth look too real to be that of a mascot costume.

Because that is absolutely a costume. Right. Kidnapped into a hospital with no way out, after meeting a walking robot, and this is where the girl draws the line]

Um--

[journalname]

Gosh, I'm sorry -

[He's scared her. Funnily enough, Asgore himself seems a little nervous; he's certainly not making any moves to get closer. He's less afraid of humans, really, than he is of their fear. If they should start a FIGHT...]

- are you...all right?

Halls

[nachetanya]

[ Is that... a fiend? Nachetanya is actually in much the same sort of cubby area of the rooms as Asgore and so he's one of the first people that she sees outside of her room. And so when she does she - Oh, he spoke first! ]

Hello! You didn't organize this, did you?

[journalname]

Of course not. [GOSH RUDE but he doesn't seem all that offended] I...cannot imagine how I could have even left the Underground. But if I could, I would not do...this.

[Whatever this is? He guesses? There is basically nothing about this so far that he's a fan of.]

rules

[arebetter]

No shi-

[ And then she's sees him Oh. That is a very realistic puppet, good job Jim Henson's sadistic ghost. ]

... You're a goat man with a beard.

[journalname]

I am a Boss Monster. But...yes, we do resemble goats.

[Totally fair point, he doesn't mind the comparison.]

external foyer

[yourpiecenow]

[... okay he's officially had WAY too much time there this bitch needs to learn to take turns.]

Good job hogging the light hole, Chupacabra.

[journalname]

[Asgore blinks, startled out of his fascination with what is probably some part of the Surface.]

Gosh, I'm sorry. [He'll step away. He has no idea what a chupacabra is, so he's just gonna let that one go.]

Window

[heritrix]

[Um. That's a giant goat.

She saw him on the profile, but it just seemed absurd. It had to be an error, or a cosplay, right? And yet here he stands, taking up much of the space by the window. So still and transfixed as he is, however, Rin still has room for doubt. Maybe he's stuffed? But if he's not, she doesn't think she's ever seen such a fantastic creature in her life, and it's enough to give even her pause.

Captivated, Rin abandons the view for now and inches closer trying to get a good look at him. All of 5'2, she stands besides him on her tippy-toes, leaning in just a little so she can try to wave a hand under his face.]

Yoo-hoo. Anyone home?

[journalname]

[He starts a little, turning to look down at her.]

Oh...gosh, I'm sorry. [Assuming she wants to see the window too, he moves out of the way a bit, smiling sheepishly.] I suppose I got a little caught up in the moment.

rules

[halleberry]

It, er...it most certainly isn't, I'm afraid!

[ Goodness gracious, though, the profiles said he would be tall, but he's positively enormous. After Spring Break, Tsubasa thought she had perhaps seen it all, but, this guy is most certainly the real deal, and even the typically calm and collected Class President of Class Presidents can't hide her surprise. ]

There are actually...very many differences between a place like this and a typical urgent care center, you see...

[ Explaining that seems to be the only way she can distract herself from the fact that she is, indeed, conversing with a massive goat-man-- ]

[journalname]

Oh, yes?

[The massive goat-man actually seems pretty interested in the explanation! There are enough humans now that he's getting pretty used to them again. It was a surprise, to be sure, but he's glad for the chance to interact with them again in a more peaceful way...if not, perhaps, a much more peaceful environment.]

It has been a very long time since I have encountered human medicine. It must have changed a lot by now!

Halls

[georgeous]

[ ALIEN SPOTTED.

Because, what else would this... this thing even be, but an alien? George doesn't seem too startled by Asgore, but he certainly tenses up, seeming ready to defend himself any moment.

At the greeting, he scoffes. ]

There's no need to play nice when it's so plain obvious what you are.

[journalname]

[Oh. There it is. Asgore tenses up a little, drawing back. The other humans have all been friendly enough so far; he had hoped to avoid anything like this.]

I beg your pardon?