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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.

Comments

[relieable]

[uh... UH.... so many girls seem to be talking to him! it's quite amazing.

and look at this one. she looks like she's straight out of an RPG, or something! how adorable. too bad about the missing arm, though. but Osomatsu's not that picky]

Y-You don't think so? [he tries to keep his eyes up on her face] Everyone else I'm talkin' to seems to think there's something bad going on...

[nachetanya]

Oh. [ She taps a finger on her chin, but her arm is centralized in such a way so as to cover up but also therefore highlight the cleavage from the armor. she tilts her head to the side... ]

Ooooh... I'm not sure I see why...

[relieable]

[hmmmm... he leans in closer, his voice dropping to a whisper]

Is it because... You brought us here yourself? [yeah, he thinks he's solved the damn mystery already]

[nachetanya]

[ She leans in anddddd... ]

Oh no, have you found me out already?

[ ...

And then he laughs, bringing her hand up in front of her mouth to laugh whole-heartedly partially at him tbh. ]

[relieable]

[umm? why is she laughing? was this really the time for jokes?

...every time is a good time for jokes when Osomatsu's around. after staring at her for a moment, he leans back, bringing his hand to his chest and sighing]

Geez, were you playing me? Can't believe I didn't think of that first. [and now he's smiling, relieved it looks like]

[nachetanya]

Of course!

[ Still laughing a little, she shakes her head, and then holds up a hand in front of her as if asking for an apology. ]

I don't think anyone could consider rules that encourage murder to be normal!

[relieable]

[apology accepted! Osomatsu thinks anyone who's able to joke in this situation is going to be a good person... or at least a fun one]

Yeah, no kidding! I wonder if they're filming us for, like, a snuff film.

[nachetanya]

... Filming? I don't actually know what that means, would you mind clarifying?

[ Oh man, back a step already!! ]

[relieable]

[blink]

You... don't know what filming means? Are you tryin' to play me again?

[nachetanya]

No, I'm not! Honestly!

[ she even puts her hand over her chest and everything!! To show she's sincere!! ]

[relieable]

[hmmm! Osomatsu wonders if he should believe her... someone who doesn't know what filming is? then again, look at the way she's dressed. maybe she's not just a cosplayer after all. maybe she's really from a place that doesn't have video]

Okay, well... Filming is like... capturing a moment, or several moments. Like a series of pictures, but they move, and you can watch it later. I mean, I think someone might be recording our actions.

[nachetanya]

[ .. . . Well that's. A spooky idea? Her eyes widen a little, then narrow. And she lowers her arm, looking pensive. ]

So you think people can see everything we're doing?

[relieable]

Dunno. Probably. How else would they know if their little "experiment" was working?

[nachetanya]

[ . . . Well, if he didn't share her theory.

She shrugs ]

You're right, I suppose I didn't think that far.

[relieable]

Hey, it'll be okay. We'll find a way outta here, an' all get back home safely.

[nachetanya]

Do you have a plan for that?

[ With a little smile. But also leaning in. Again. ]

[relieable]

[UHH]

Me? Oh, no! Not yet! But, once I learn a little more about this place, then... maybe...

[nachetanya]

Oooh! [She... Pouts ] How mean, you got my hopes up!

[relieable]

[A-AWWW... how cute! he holds up his hands placatingly]

A-aww! I'm sorry! I'll think of something good soon, promise!

[nachetanya]

Alright, I'll forgive you this once, as long as it's good!

[ she huffs back! And would be crossing her arms, based on the position of her arm, if she had both.

But she doesn't so.

It's a bit weird. ]

[relieable]

Yeah, yeah! It will be. [now he has incentive. impress the cute one-armed bunny girl... he can do that... maybe...]

So, uh... My name's Osomatsu. Osomatsu Matsuno! [change of subject!]

[nachetanya]

Oh... Oh, what a strange sounding name... Mr. Osomatsu?

My name's Nachetanya Loei Piena Augustra.

[ She responds with how best you can curtsy in armor. Well, skirted armor. ]

[relieable]

[...........ironic]

Y-You're the one with the strange sounding name! [he laughs. not at her, or her name, but just the situation] Miss... Na... Na-shay... ... Naa-chan.

[nachetanya]

Oh, I know it is a little.

[ . . . Naa-chan. She's not. Sure what to think of that.

But.

Giggle. ]

If you get to call me that, what do I get to call you?

[relieable]

Whatever you like, I guess! [eyebrow waggle] Oso, Osomatsu, Osomatsu-kun...