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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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Oh. I knew that. [YEAH....]

I mean, I guess it's a pretty okay title. For a movie star. [casually drops that there]

[She blinks once, twice, her eyes widening in surprise.]

Are you really a movie star? That's amazing!

[There's a glance towards her profile as if for confirmation, but somehow her eyes get stuck on the second item listed under likes.]

Oh, um...! S-Sorry, I shouldn't be staring, but...

Staring at what? [squints at the profiles. maybe there's a smudge on her face or something equally as tragic.]

A-Ah, it's nothing, really! Don't worry about it.

[That being said, she glances away from Madison's profile, looking back towards the girl herself. Just ignore how her cheeks are a little pinker than they had been a moment before.]

Anyways, um... What were we talking about?

About me! Being cool and amazing and-- [give her a moment] ostentatious.

Oh, oh, right! The movie star part! That's really amazing, miss. [Enough to make her forget what's going on for a few moments.] When did you start acting?

When I was a baby, basically. The first chance my mother got to stick me out there, there I was. [ugh, that bitch probably put her here, now that she thinks about it. even if this kid doesn't look like the usual rehab suspect.] And you're... [peers at profiles] a student. That must suck.

Oh... Um, do you like doing it, even if it was something your mother decided on?

[The next statement earns another small smile, and a shake of her head to go with it.]

No, I don't mind it at all! I'm really lucky to be able to attend the school I'm going to.

I like being a movie star. [which actually doesn't answer that question at all!]

So, you go somewhere cool? Some kind of fancy bougie private school? [... wait.] ... It's not Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies, is it? It's just, some new bitch was supposed to arrive today... But, I'm pretty sure her name started with a Z. Zelda or Ziggy Stardust or something.

[The answer does strike her as odd, but she doesn't push for now.]

Well, that's good! What do you like about it?

It's a private school. I got an academic scholarship, so I don't have to worry about tuition... But it's not even an all girls school, so it's definitely not that one! How do you know the girl that's coming is an, um - that?

[Too pure to swear.]

Just the normal stuff of being famous. Getting shit for free, having everybody know your name... People either wanna be you or fuck you. Y'know?

[shrugs dismissively.]

Well, first there was the voodoo doll bitch, and then there was the clairvoyant bitch... I'm pretty sure the killer vagina isn't gonna be the one to break the pattern.

Killer v— Oh.

[save her]

W-Well, um, I hope she turns out to be really nice after all! Did you really have someone who was clairvoyant go to your school?

Yeah, but she's super fucking annoying about it. The stupid bitch didn't even bother to tell me I was getting kidnapped! What use is she if she can't even do that?

Well, um... Maybe she didn't know? I'm sure she would have told you if she did!

Then she's even more useless to me! Ugh, I hate everyone in that fucking place.

That isn't very nice... But, um, if you don't like anyone there, maybe you could find another school?

If I had any say in the matter, I'd skip the fuck out so goddamn quick... But, there's nowhere else, and I have to be there. It's bullshit.

There's nowhere else? What do you mean?

It's not like you have a whole buffet of options when it comes time for witch school. I mean, ours is the only one left and it still doesn't have more than five people in it. There's, like, no market for it.

[She blinks, and pauses for a long moment.]

Witch school...?

Witch school. It's where you go when you stop being good at hiding your shit... Like, right now, I guess. Cordelia would fucking skin me alive if she heard this shit.

But, um... Witches don't exist, except in books or movies.

... I mean, no, they do, but it really does not matter at all.

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