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Who: Everyone
When: Day 1, Morning
Where: The Dorms
What: It begins.

[ it's morning, and though there's no shrill of an alarm or sunlight streaming in through windows, you've all just woken up. probably. That would account for why you seem to be in bed, and why you don't remember doing anything before this. It must have been a nice restful sleep.

in this room you don't recognize.

. . . actually, maybe the reason you don't remember doing anything isn't related to having just woken up at all. if you search your mind, you'll find your recollection totally blank.

Maybe you should get up and find out what's going on ]

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No, I think we are equally in the dark here. At least you don't look like ground hamburger...

Edited 2014-08-16 00:58 (UTC)

Whatever that is.

[Comes to the lobby door and shoves it open.]

...huh. That's different.

It...could be normal too. I don't really remember.

[Follows you out the door.]

It doesn't match the other stuff, I mean.

[Vague handwave toward the other rooms as he heads toward the elevator. He pauses a beat — peers down the stairs, peers at the button, then jams it with his thumb.]

Ah, gotcha.

[Watches you push the button, eyebrow raised.]

Do you think it wise to push random buttons when we don't know what they might do?

They gotta be there for something.

[And sure enough, the elevator door's sliding open.]

See?

Huh...well, it could have been something bad...

[waits to see if you enter the elevator.]

[Waves a hand in there — and when nothing happens, sticks his head in.]

There's another one.

[Gets on the elevator and shrugs.]

So, we push a button and it opens a door to a tiny room that goes nowhere.

[Steps in and scans the walls.]

Time for button number two.

[PUSH.]

Stop pushing buttons when we don't know what they do!

[looks rather worried.]

Edited 2014-08-16 01:42 (UTC)

Hey, we're doing okay so far.

[Annnnd then the door closes.]

Uh.

Ooookay. So now we've gone from trapped in a large room, to being trapped in a tiny room.

Good job.

[Lurches against the wall when the elevator starts to move — and reaches over to jam on the button again.]

Maybe it'll open back up.

And now the tiny box is moving! This keeps getting better and better!

[...it is not opening back up. Going to try and wedge his fingers into the seam where the doors come together.]

I got this, don't worry.

My hero...if we die in this room, I'm blaming you.

After we're dead, I think I can handle whatever you can dish out.

[Puuuuulls. The right arm starts to shake, and the tendons stand out; the left is implacable and starts to leave dents.]

[stands as far from the door as possible in case something bad happens.]

[Priiies.]

[But his grip slips, and by the time he wedges his fingers back in, the doors are sliding open.]

...huh. How about that.

How about that, indeed.

[stays far back from the open doors, looking out of them to see what he can see.]

[Sticks his head out to look around.]

...no one here, either.