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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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Really? Were you born into a coven, or is witchcraft a skill that you came to learn in time?

[ She wasn't expecting her to be so straightforward with it, it doesn't even occur to her that she may be pulling her leg. She looks invested! ]

What kind of spells do you usually work with? Is there any way I can see how they work? I had only recently discovered that vampires existed, but to think there are witches out there, too...

Born into it-- I'm descended from some lucky bitch who escaped from Salem or something-- but I didn't know about it until super recently. [after she. killed a man.] I don't really bother with too much of the boring stuff, like the junk you need old books for, but I'm pretty good at--

[so while she was speaking she held out her hand straight out for a while.

and she seems rather disturbed that nothing happened.]

... Uh. What the fuck?

...To be honest, I was wondering whether or not you could've used your magic to manipulate the vending machine...

[ But that's quite odd... ]

Are...your powers not working?

They're fucking not, what the fuck!

[glares at hands] Okay. I am officially fucking pissed.

Is there any magic that you know of that can suppress other people's abilities? It sounds far fetched, but, maybe our captor has magical powers as well, or something powerful enough to disable other people's magic...

No. I mean, maybe? I don't know; nobody gave me the fucking manual for this shit! It's no weirder than everyone else's weird powers!

[ The idea that there's some kind of a magic manual is actually kind of funny, but, on a more serious note-- ]

...It's probably in the interest of fairness, all things considered. Someone doesn't want to give you an unfair advantage.

-- Oh, bullshit! It's survival of the fittest; if I win whatever this stupid game is just because I'm better than everybody else, that's their problem, not mine.

...While I don't know if I agree with the sentiment, I do think that it's a bit rude of them to take your powers from you. I'd file a complaint with the management.

"File a complaint" means "kick their asses," right? Because if it does then, yeah, that's what I'm gonna do.

Not quite, Madison-san. I know you're upset, but, even if we did find them, I'd rather not see you turn into an example of what happens when someone breaks a rule, especially not when they're encouraging murder.

Don't do anything reckless, please. At least until we figure out more of what's going on.

[rolls eyes] Sure thing, Mom. I'll put off the ass kicking until later.

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