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[trustfelling]

You don't remember how you got here. It may be one of the first things to occur to you when you wake up, that you don't know when you got here, what you were doing involved nothing like this; granted, it's also possible that it doesn't matter – that whatever circumstances you last remember have nothing on the fact that this bed is really comfortable and the room around you is gently-lit. It's warm, but it's nowhere near where you're supposed to be. Whatever you think of it, the fact is that you can't stay there forever; there's a silver key resting on that trunk near your bed, and you might want to take it on the way out. It's no big deal if you don't, exactly – it won't lock automatically after you close the door, that has to be done manually – but it'll probably become clear that privacy is a commodity in a place like this. After all, you aren't alone; the hallway is likely quick to become populated with other people that are just as confused as you are. Go ahead and talk to them if you'd like; none of you will know exactly how you got to the building with the wooden walls and the odd windows that no one can see through, but that doesn't mean you can't get to know each other on the way to...wherever it is that you're going. Wander long enough and you may hear the chiming of a clock nearby. It's hard to tell whether it's telling you it's very early or very late at night, but checking out the room it's in eventually might be a good idea regardless; it's large and open, designed to accommodate social gatherings from the look of it, with the clock in question mounted against the western wall. It isn't the only thing here, though – there's a large frame set into the wall nearby, and it contains some information that might be relevant to your interests... Or perhaps your attention is drawn instead to the other framed information nearby; don't worry if you miss it in here, though. It's posted in every other room in the building. There's also the matter of the large double-doors at the end of the room; they aren't going to open, regardless of what you do. Looks like you're trapped here for the time being. Might as well see who's here with you, right?

Comments

[flagitate]

[ She shouldn't be here.

That's her first thought as she wakes up to tender skin and a sore everything. This whole thing is confusing, and she has so many questions, and--

Oh, god. Prim. If Katniss isn't there to take her place, then--

She grips the key in her hand so hard it hurts, and she steps out of the room. Locks it, because it's her room and no one else should be in there. Katniss takes a look around, eyebrows knit in confusion.

She goes over to the profiles and, for a while, stares at hers. ]

I'm not eighteen.

[ She looks closer to eighteen, though, and most concerning is the sheer amount of burn scars on her. She's not sure how they got there, either, but it hurts, and Katniss doesn't like pain. And there are a lot of words on her profile that Katniss doesn't quite get--namely, her occupation. Rebel? Mockingjay? Whoever's responsible for this hasn't done their homework, clearly.

She goes to the kitchen next, and to her amazement, it's stocked full of food. Katniss has never seen so much food in her life. Which is why she immediately chows down on whatever the heck she can find. She washes it down with a cup of mint tea and, for a while, just sits there in awe.

If this is a dream, it's a good one.

Finally, Katniss makes her way to the rules, and she stops dead when she reads them. It hits too close to him, and Katniss is so close to punching the glass that her hands actually shake.

Maybe... she's in the Capitol? Only they could come up with a sick game like this. ]

Profiles

[hesperos]

Looks like their list here is not all that accurate, huh?

[ He finds someone else here besides him easily enough. It's especially not that hard considering it seems like the kind of room that would be hard to miss walking through. ]

[flagitate]

[ Katniss glances at him, noting the hair color--it's not a hair color she's intimately familiar with, but then again, the Capitol is a bizarre place. ]

They couldn't be more wrong if they wanted. Whoever did this.

[notaccurate]

[Luca is much later than everyone else, as he is a lazy butt who won't wake up early without an alarm. It's not his fault, the beds are just way more comfortable than what he had in his apartment, so he can't help but stay in bed a bit longer than necessary.

Once he does exit his room and start looking around, Katniss has already found the rules, and Luca notices her hands shaking. He hasn't read them yet himself, so he doesn't know what's in store for them yet.]

Are you alright? You look as though you've seen a ghost.

[flagitate]

[ Actually, she feels like she's going to be sick. Katniss takes a deep breath, brings a hand up to her mouth and chews at her fingernails. Ugh, bad habit.

She lowers her hand. ]

What part of this would make you think I'm alright?

profiles

[bluemeanie]

It doesn't look like our captor thought to utilize simple fact checks.

[A dry chuckle, as he digs his hands into the pockets of his windbreaker.]

"52."

[flagitate]

[ At least she's not the only one. ]

You'd think if they knew so much about us they'd get our ages right.

[ Because as much as she hates to admit it, parts of her profile ring very true. ]

[poultryfists]

...If you're not eighteen, how old are you?

[Because god damn, this entire setup is really kind of sketch and she'd love to stick to the small talk.]

[flagitate]

Sixteen.

[ Last time she checked, anyway. ]

rules

[innocentloveholic]

[ Ahhhh, someone looking really upset at the rules! Aligula stops her wandering just to peer around her side—what was this girl's name again? No, no, what was her title? "Resolute" or something, right?—and hums. ]

I think they're pretty reasonable myself. Like, it could totally, definitely be worse.

[flagitate]

[ what is that on her face

More importantly-- ]

How could this be worse?

kitchen

[seventhprogenitor]

[Wander over yonder and what do we find?

A young woman absolutely destroying their food supply, it'd seem. Ferid watches from the doorway until there's a momentary pause, raising his voice in greeting.]

Well, hello there! You must have been famished, you poor thing, to act in such a way; are you alright? Eating too fast can cause problems.

[flagitate]

[ Katniss finally manages to slow down. She's kept to stuff she knows she can handle, at least; rice and greens, some fruit, a bit of meat that's not squirrel or wild dog. ]

Fine. [ Because why would she admit the truth? ] Why do you care?

Kitchen!

[destage]

[Alright, well. After everything that's happened so far, something to eat sounds like a perfectly good alternative to letting the panic stew in her. Sayaka will just open the door and start to wa--]

Oh!

[...Nailed it.]

Oh, I'm--I'm sorry, are you using the kitchen right now?

[...Even if. Girl. You look like you haven't seen food in years.]

[flagitate]

[ Katniss looks up, a piece of bread in her hand. She looks around, then back to Sayaka. ]

It's big enough for both of us.

Profiles

[oasisrose]

[Jean's looking at around the same spot -- their profiles are close on the list, after all. But her concentration gets broken when she hears the word "eighteen", and she looks over her shoulder.]

... oh! Maybe they've just been switched around, then? Mine is supposed to be 18, but...

[She points towards hers.] It looks like they wrote 22 for mine, instead.

[flagitate]

If they were switched around, wouldn't yours say sixteen?

[ She's annoyed by the whole thing. Try not to be too offended, Jean. ]

rules

[meanttobe]

[This girl looks like she's been through the ringer. And the look on her face... Brady clears his throat. He's not really good in situations like these... Though, wait, can he really say he's been in a "situation like this" to begin with...?!] It- it's gotta be some kind of... No way is this actually real. [He tries to reassure her. Tries.]

[flagitate]

[ There are so many optimistic people here!

Too bad they have to meet Katniss. ]

It's not a joke, so you can stop telling yourself that.

rules;

[gorira]

[ Seeing Katniss so close to shaking, she can only imagine how terrified she must look right now. Even so, she doesn't have much of a choice right now other than waiting this out and trying to get more information from her end; maybe once she finds out more, she can figure out a way to contact Tsugumi, she'll know what to do...

But, first things first... ]

Don't tell me you're actually taking this nonsense at face value. It sounds like something out of a dumb teen novel...none of this makes any sense, otherwise. I mean, it's not like there's a point to making random strangers try to kill each other, and if this guy really wanted us dead, he could have done it himself when he brought us here, right?

I'm just worried some sicko is gonna think this is real and come after someone because of this crap...

[ Pointing to the rules on the wall. Seriously, encouraging people to beat each other up is not what they need right now... ]

...But assuming everyone here is, you know, rational and level-headed, maybe we can come up with something of our own without anyone going off the rails.

[ That's asking a lot, Chitoge... ]

[flagitate]

[ Oh, Chitoge, bless your heart. ]

"No point." There doesn't have to be a point. Someone thought this would be fun, or some way to punish us for some stupid reason.

Killing us when we come here won't make any sort of impact on us. Can't draw it out if everyone's dead right off the bat.

Kitchen!

[onedrinkwithme]

[He's been looking around for a bit and hasn't realized how thirsty he is. So when he comes inside, the first thing he notices is that there is tea. Thank Halone. But when Aymeric spots Katniss, he can't help but speak up.

Please don't mind the tol elf man in armor.]

Excuse me, might I inquire where you found that?

[Tea is always calming ok.]

Kitchen

[greenmamabear]

[Okay what's this place got to offer here other than a young girl consuming everything in sight.]

What do they have stocked up for us? [Something good, apparently.]

profiles

[myfedorarocks]

[He glances over at the girl when he hears her speak, looking her over carefully. She's at that nebulous age where she could be anywhere from sixteen to twenty, so maybe it was an honest mistake?

...But given his own profile, Flemming isn't so sure.]

How old are you supposed to be?

Kitchen

[mylanceisbiggerthanyours]

[At some point, a certain young lancer is feeling a little hungry -again- (hey, she burns it off fast!), and maybe a little parched, so she's heading into the kitchen...where the scent of MINT catches her attention. Oh Ashera, that smells heavenly...like being in her herb garden next to her house back in Ohma.

Don't mind the armored lady who's standing right outside the doorway just taking in that nice smell, Katniss.]