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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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...Wait, hold on a moment, you woke up missing your arm?

[ She's been so nonchalant about it, though! ]

Yes. [ But she's also standing with way more poise and balance than one should, if the arm was newly missing. ] I woke up, and I found I didn't have an arm. It was very shocking!

But that's...In the first place, judging by that wound, you must have been letting it heal for quite some time, if we're going off how much it's healed! And on top of that, I'm surprised that you've been taking it so...well, casually!

[ She... frowns. Frowns and then lifts up the stump, wincing a little as it gets to the apex. She shakes her head, and then looks back at Tsubasa. ]

I'm not taking it casually, I just didn't think that panicking at everyone would help anything. So I've been doing my best to keep a brave face.

[ Her eyes seem to shimmer now, fear edging in them. She implores Tsubasa to understand - after all, she was keeping calm too, right? ] But I had thought that was strange myself.

[ ...So that was it, then. Of course that's the case, she should have realized...

Perhaps it's presumptuous, to take the hand of a person she just met, but once she looks at her with those eyes and her expression changes, Tsubasa can't help but react. It's true; she had been putting on a calm and collected face, too, but, there's no way she can't sympathize. ]

...Nachetanya.

[ She has to fight against an instinct to add the honorific to the end of her name. ]

Between your work as a saint and this whole situation, you must be a very strong person. For you to try and stay positive like this in the face of a crisis, I believe you're quite admirable, already.

But I also think that you're well within your right to be nervous. In an unfamiliar place, without your powers or your arm, anyone would be a bit on-edge. You don't have to keep up an appearance for my sake, or anyone else's.

Thankfully, it's fortunate that we seem to be in a hospital, of all places. Run-down as it is, we should be able to find something that would help treat your arm. And we should be able to find some answers, too, if we keep looking around...

But my point is, I don't think that you should try and handle everything on your own. Don't be afraid to reach out, if you need it. We're all just as lost as you are, but the only way we're going to get anywhere is by helping each other out. So don't keep your concerns to yourself, if you can help it.

[ Hypocrite. ]

At the very least, I do think we should try and find some dressing for your wound. If it ruptures, the bleeding won't be easy to to control without it, and we don't want it to become infected.

[ The move seems to surprise Nachetanya, her eyes widening a little bit. But they settle, her eyes still alight with fear and a little bit of sadness as she squeezes Tsubasa's hand back. It's easy for a person to take comfort in the offered comfort by someone else. She actually takes a step closer to the other girl, as if nearing a slower physical contact.

She doesn't though, of course. ]

It hasn't bleed so far - like you said, it seems to have healed more than should be possible, unless we were asleep for several days.

[ Or weeks. Both thoughts are terrifying. But Nachetanya ... ]

But you're right, and a tourniquet should be prepared too... I'm sorry, I was so eager to start investigating, I probably pushed forward too heavily. It's very kind of you to say that...

[ She actually trembles a little, but her grip remains firm - actually, she squeezes a little harder. ]

[ Tsubasa is happy to squeeze her hand right back, an impulsive move that comes all too naturally. If nothing else, a sympathetic smile goes a long way. ]

I can do that much with the tie from my ribbon, no problem. I'm not a doctor, but I think I can do the bare minimum of what you need. And, if nothing else, I doubt we were asleep for a horrendously long time. Perhaps it may have been a day or two, but I don't think that either of us, at the very least, have gone for an extended period time without food or water. If we were being sustained by some kind of life support system in the meantime, too, there are no obvious signs of that; I didn't notice any abnormal scars or wounds when I was in the shower, earlier.

[ So logically, they couldn't have been out for too long, considering their lack of fatigue...in fact, in Tsubasa's case, she feels the opposite, like she's had the best sleep of her life. ]

Let's head over to the storage area. I'm sure we can find something to treat you in there.

[ Nachetanya nods, apparently now content to be led by Tsubasa at least for the time being. The other girl gets into step with her, though she does release the hand. No need to make it weird, right?! Right. So... ]

I had though so too. I can't recognize a lot of the scarring on my body, but short of being maintained by the Saint of Medicine or the Saint of Fresh Blood or something like that I don't know how I could have been maintained without more signs of it.

I think that's a decent enough sign that we haven't been out for very long. It, of course, begs the question of how your arm managed to heal, but perhaps you're just thick-skinned?

[ ...That was a joke, of course. A pretty bad one, but a joke nonetheless. ]

[ A bad joke calls for teasing: ]

Are you saying my features aren't soft?

[ Said the muscular but super curvy girl. ]

You're free to interpret that however you'd like. I'm not saying anything one way or the other.

[ Though she does sound a bit sly about it. There's bait there, and she's not taking it. ]

[ Ooooh, well- ]

Would you like to test how soft my skin is, Tsubasa?

[ She'll poke just once more, a little more, jutting out her chest. In the black armor - despite it having cleavage - that doesn't work as well as it could, but. ]

[ Good try. She's cute, though, she'll give her that. ]

I just held your hand not two minutes ago, Nachetanya. I already felt how soft your skin is.

[ With mock surprise, she puts a hand over her mouth, gasping!! ]

Oh, dear, that's right. isn't it?

[ and she giggles, ok, ok. She concedes here. ]

Welcome.

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