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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

[crywiththesaints]

It's not something most people do consider, outside of fiction and theoretical physics.

[nachetanya]

[ . . . ]

It's very fortunate that we have experienced [ OLD ] people like you here then, Ms. Kashima. Us being confused about differences for two long would be bad.

[crywiththesaints]

[Oh, she caught that, but she won't bring it up. She is old, that's just how it is.]

I suppose there's already enough to be confused about.

[nachetanya]

Exactly! If we get hung up about different facts which don't matter, we might assume things. For example, glass can't be as hard to break in my world as some I've seen here so far.

[crywiththesaints]

Specially constructed glass certainly exists at home, and this one would obviously be made to keep people from breaking it. Both the captives on the inside and the storms outside.

[nachetanya]

[ Hmmm. ]

And what about walls thick enough to have not hear anything through as much as the rooms here?

[crywiththesaints]

Soundproofing, too? They've certainly been working at it, or whoever made this building before it fell into disrepair.

[nachetanya]

Yes, I thought it seemed strange with the rooms being so close together that I heard nothing of the nearby rooms, so I decided to test it earlier and they do block most sound.

[crywiththesaints]

It's often a fairly simple setup with padding and such, but it takes enough effort that the building must have been like this before.

[nachetanya]

In disrepair, you, mean?

[ To check!! ]

[crywiththesaints]

What I mean is that the bedrooms must have been soundproofed before the building fell into disrepair in the first place. Which is alarming, but there have been some hospitals...

[nachetanya]

Could you be more clear, Ms. Kashima? I don't understand your implication.

[ Which there clearly is one. ]

[crywiththesaints]

Simply that this is no ordinary hospital. What that, in turn, implies is yet for us to find out.

[nachetanya]

[ Oh, so there isn't a further leap...? Well, she nods, and. ]

In that case, we may as well both investigate and meet up later today with out findings.

[crywiththesaints]

I don't see why not. Do your best. I'll be waiting.

[nachetanya]

And you as well.

[ And so... heel click, and she makes to walk off. Politely bowing first. ]