trusthell | Welcome.

Welcome.

You wake with the unshakable feeling that you shouldn't be here.

Perhaps you were in the middle of something, perhaps you weren't. Either way, you're waking up in an unfamiliar location with no recollection of how you got here. The room you've woken up in is sparsely-decorated, though that might be difficult to tell at first given how nice the beds are...but eventually you'll notice a few things that are a little...off. Maybe the scent is striking you wrong - it's clean, but it's not yours. Maybe your bed back home doesn't support your back in quite this way. Maybe you should be seeing sunlight through your window by now.

Maybe you should have a window in the first place.

This isn't right, but leaving the room won't give you any more answers. You might want to grab the silver key sitting on your trunk on the way out.

Don't worry though, you aren't all alone here. Once you step outside your room into the hallway, you'll notice that a few others are emerging from their rooms as well. It looks like they're just as confused and concerned as you are. Feel free to talk to them, but none of you know how exactly you wound up here and maybe some useful information can be found by exploring.

If you follow the hallway to its end (and it's a very long hallway), you'll eventually arrive in the foyer. You'll find some very interesting information about yourselves on the wall near the clock. Perhaps even more importantly, if you look on the other side of the multi-pendulumed thing, you'll find other framed information that you might want to pay attention to. It could very well be the key to escaping this strange place, after all. Don't worry if you forget the rules, you can find them in every room of the building.

Of course, search as you might, you won't find a doorway or a window of any sort. Getting out won't be so easy, it seems.

But who knows? Perhaps your fellow captives have something to say about all of this.

Welcome to Chronos University.

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[it's a little bit claustrophobic, the room he wakes up in, and he immediately misses his airship when he unthinkingly calls out for the time and receives no answer. but, this is his life now, he supposes. might as well check out the scene.

he runs down the halls-- he is being very considerate and refraining from flipping, he might accidentally break something and that would make such a poor impression on whoever his host is!!-- perhaps a tad faster than he should. or be able to. anyway we start a whirlwind tour of the joint, stopping in the kitchen to grab a quick apple bc breakfast is important before ending up in the foyer, staring up at the exceedingly interesting board on the wall.

so, there he is. using one hand to eat the apple, using the other to do some basic morning stretches that mostly seem to involve putting his right foot on his shoulder. casually reading the rules with a slight frown.]

... I do not think these are very good rules.

Neither do I.

[...but, more pressingly than that...]

Is now really the time for stretches?

[Health is very important and all, but how can you focus like this?]

I forgot to do them this morning! [being abducted is v distracting it's awful.] And they help me focus-- and something is telling me we'll need a lot of that in this place.

Well, you aren't wrong there...

[If it works for him, then keep on stretching. Christo will just be over here being an unathletic nerd.]

[look at how flexible he is he will be a boon in their upcoming challenges!!!]

I'm Sportacus, by the way! [and he is polite enough to stop his nonsense for a second and thrust out his hand towards him.]

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