Welcome.

[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]

[ don't make her feel bad, god

Moving on. ]

... Why is your job written like that? [ You know. In quotations. ]

[bluemeanie]

[It's his job.]

With the quotations. Right.

[He knows exactly what it means, but he doesn't skip a beat in speaking again.]

I suppose it's just a jab. I own and operate a car wash.

[flagitate]

Why would anyone make fun of you for that?

[ If he owns a car wash, he must be pretty well off. ]

[bluemeanie]

Somebody with this much money and time would have to consider that a lowly profession.

[This thread contains the first Walt Lie of the game. Save this for the history books.]

[flagitate]

If it puts food in your family's stomachs, it's not lowly.

[bluemeanie]

That's the only reason I do it.

[Well. There are plenty of other reasons.]

Providing.

[flagitate]

Then you shouldn't care about what anyone says about it.

[bluemeanie]

I don't. I was just making an observation into what I presume is his line of thinking.

[flagitate]

[ She almost pops off with well, then his line of thinking is stupid, but that seems too childish. ]

... Your family's lucky. To have someone like you.

[bluemeanie]

[haha. hahahahaha.]

I need them more than they need me.

[flagitate]

Can't agree with you there. If it weren't for me, my mother and sister would have died a long time ago.

[bluemeanie]

[He'd say the same, but that's...a little much.]

You have an important job, then. As a provider.

[flagitate]

It's the most important job I've ever had.

[ It's said with a wry smile, because what other jobs would she possibly have had. ]

[bluemeanie]

Believe me, that won't change.

[a shake of his head.]

A lot of things do, but that doesn't.

[flagitate]

I don't plan on having it change. Ever.

[bluemeanie]

That's the spirit.

[flagitate]

[ There's a hint of a smile. ]

Thanks.

[bluemeanie]

But, back to the question-of-the-day. Have you, or anyone really, managed to find a way out of this mess?

[flagitate]

We're still here, aren't we?

[bluemeanie]

Point. I'm trying to find any part of this place that feels a bit vulnerable, but it seems like....well. Whoever left us here was thorough.

[flagitate]

Wouldn't be fun for whoever brought is here if it were easy to leave.

[bluemeanie]

Once again, their definition of 'fun' seems skewed.

[flagitate]

Some people get their kicks hunting. Baking bread. Making weapons. Forcing people to murder each other.

[bluemeanie]

This is on an entirely different scale.

[flagitate]

I guess.

So we just have to get out of here, right? Easy. [ Easy. Sure. ]