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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

[imaginex]

[Sakura... don't let your eyes stra--

Yeah, too late. She glances at Nozomi's chest before her gaze flies back up in a hurry, tongue stuttering all over]

O-oh! So-- um.

I see!

I-I'm -- I'm sure you'll be a wonderful player!

[gymasstics]

Of course. I'm gonna be the best in the world!

[Absolutely no modesty with this one.]

It's a shame that we don't have a pool in here, or even just a room with a safe floor and mats. You could give it a try.

[imaginex]

[... Glancing down at her own chest no-- Sakura stop that]

No, that's okay... I'm not really athletic, I'm afraid. I probably wouldn't know what to do.

[gymasstics]

[...Well, that is a good reason to not participate. At the same time-]

The basics are simple, at least! Have you ever hip checked someone before?

[They have spoken for maybe five minutes, and apparently this is a life lesson she needs to teach.]

[imaginex]

... Hip... check?

[That would be a "no." Someone needs to be educated]

[gymasstics]

[He eagerly slams her fist into her hand.]

Step one! Move your hips to one side!

[...Dear god, she's demonstrating.]

Step two! Snap your hips in the opposite direction!

[She has the decorum to just kind of demonstrate towards the air instead of slamming her hips into anything in specific.]

[imaginex]

[Sakura watches - through her fingertips because she squeaked and slapped her hands against her face when Nozomi did all of that.

She swears she heard a whip crack in the distance]

A-and that's how you win?

[gymasstics]

[...Whoops, she's embarrassed. Alright, no more demonstrations. Still, she blunders her way through the conversation with confidence.]

It's a start. It's also something good to know for self-defense, right? It will hurt just like elbowing someone.

[Because clearly the cute fate character needs hip checking advice in a situation like this.]

[imaginex]

[Slowly lowering her hands, trying not to blush so much.]

I had no idea this sport could be so... physical...

[And brutal.






... She kinda wants to see this dumpster fire of a sport in action.]

Have you been training for this?

[gymasstics]

Yeah, of course. The training at Setouchi is pretty brutal, actually...

[Come try it sometime Sakura, it's a fun dumpster fire-]

[imaginex]

[Once she discovers ladies can attack each other with the force of their cleavage, she's in.]

But that's a good thing, isn't it? Then you'll be prepared for whatever comes your way.