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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

[arebetter]

Uh... never mind. Boss Monster, sure.

[ Maybe the reality show gimmick is she has to "beat" him to get out or something?? This doesn't make any sense. ]

Seriously, though, how much did that suit run you?

[journalname]

This? Gosh, I'm not sure anymore! I am not the first monarch to own it, except for the cape, and that was made by my wife.

[...he's talking about what he's actually wearing]

[arebetter]

[ She raises a finger to argue, and then. ]

Okay, sure! Boss monster, you're real, alright! Fine! None of this makes any sense, but I guess it sure is happening!

[journalname]

[blink blink]

Did you think I was not real? [He's standing right here.] But yes, none of it does make sense. I have not spoken to a single person who recalls anything of how they were taken, and it could not have been easy for all of us.

[For that matter, he would have put up a fight before being taken from his family and his kingdom, little though he likes to fight.]

[arebetter]

I... thought you were a... puppet- look, giant goat men don't exist? Or they didn't, an hour ago, for me. Outside of maybe a video game. But I guess you do now!

[ She wasn't exactly in a state where she could put up a fight, as far as she knows, but she likes to think she would have put one up. ]

[journalname]

No, no, that does make sense. This is the first time I have met any humans for centuries!

[arebetter]

Well, I definitely haven't had centuries. I guess Jim Henson Was Right.

[journalname]

I beg your pardon?

[who is Jim Henson]

[arebetter]

He made these movies called Labyrinth and The Dark Crystal? I mean I guess he's human, sure, but not having access to those movies is a crime I'm pretty sure.

[journalname]

Oh! I see! We do have a few movies in the Underground, now that humans have begun to throw away their VHS tapes. But I do not recognize those ones.

[arebetter]

Begun to... I'm not asking, we'll be here all day if I keep asking questions. But you should see them.

[journalname]

I will keep an eye out, then! Do you think a child would enjoy them?