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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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Bit hard to believe something like that, but I don't see any other explanation.

[So he'll just sort of ignore it and focus on the more important things!! That's totally how you should deal with problems like this.

...Speaking of problems.]

Do you need help?

I-- ... I'm embarrassed to admit it, but yes. I'm very unused to not having two hands.

[ this.

Is embarrassing. ]

[nachetanya deserves better tbh

But anyway, he'll step in to fix that up for her. He's not embarrassed or bothered by it any, he's just socially awkward.]

Did you recently lose your arm?

[KRAUSER YOU DON'T JUST ASK PEOPLE THAT GODDAMN]

Thank you.

[ She breathes out, lowering her arm - it's... yeah. The clasp isn't hard to fix, but it would be tricky without a second hand to hold it in place. As such, she lets him do that. She frowns and looks at the stump, wincing a little. ]

I woke up here with it missing, actually.

[He pulls back once he's done, letting her have her space again.

That's a little distressing though, and it actually gets him to look slightly appalled.]

You woke up with it missing?

[HOLY SHIT DID THEY TAKE YOUR ARM OFF—]

You seem really calm despite that.

[ She exhales, hanging her head a little. She bites her lip actually, and when she raises her head, she's clearly showing a fair bit more of her fear than she had been a moment ago. Her arm wraps around her sides. ]

... I wouldn't say that. It seemed better to put on a brave face and try to investigate what's happened than panic.

[Krauser's quiet for a moment, then raises a hand to indicate the scars on his face.]

I didn't have these before I woke up here. I have no idea where they could have come from. It's not missing an arm, but they've done something to me too.

[that's totally how you deal with situations like this, right???]

[ Nachetanya's eyes widen - first with recognition, then surprise. But it settles into a sympathetic and grateful looking expression - that there is someone else whose body has been violated by the powers that be here. She bites her lip, and her one arm starts to reach out, as if to touch him - but she thinks better on it, closes her hand, and brings it back to her side. ]

We've both been singled out then, haven't we?

[He notices the gesture but doesn't say anything about it.]

We have. I'm not sure why or what it means just yet, but it's something I plan on getting answers for.

[He's doing his best not to sound too pissed about it, but really. Who the hell decides to mark someone's face up or take off someone's arm. What the fuck is that.]

As do I.

[ The fist at her hand... tightens. And her voice, wavering a little for a bit there, becomes quite - dark, actually. More angry. ]

In fact, I intend to make whoever did this answer for it, I think.

[That actually amuses him, if the smirk is any indication.]

Good. After what they've done to you, you deserve the first shot at them.

Yes... I think so too.

[ A beat, and then, ]

I'll have to go get my own knife, won't I? I can't go into such a confrontation unarmed!

'Course not. There are plenty of knives to choose from, but unfortunately, they're the only weapons I've been able to find here.

[it isn't a true resident evil game unless we have guns lying around just waiting to be picked up]

Yes, I awoke to find my rapier has been taken too, even if they left my armor.

[ She shakes her head. ]

Actually, I'll do that now. ... ah, first though! If you did not read my profile already, I'm Nachetanya.

Is there a preferred title you'd like me to use? Since you're a princess and all.

[He wouldn't bother normally, but Nachetanya seems pretty cool, so.]

Jack Krauser, by the way.

[ she shakes her head, leaning back on her heels a little. ]

Under the circumstances, no, it's probably easier to simply call me "Nachetanya." [ But that said- ] Do you have a way you'd prefer to be called, Mr. Krauser?

[mr. krauser...... oh my god that sounds so weird...]

Krauser's fine. But I'll keep that in mind, Nachetanya.

Very well, Krauser! I'll see you again, armed next time.

[ And with a little nod, and a bit more pep back in her voice and step, she turns to, well, leave. To go to the kitchen and arm herself presumably. ]

Welcome.

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