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Rise and shine.

There are a few things that matter right now - the fact that you're waking up in an unfamiliar but decently comfortable bed, the fact that you don't recognize the room you're in, the fact that you seem to have some sort of headache... Nothing severe, mind. Just the sort of odd, heavy fuzziness that comes with having slept far too long.

You don't really remember where you were immediately before this, not upon waking. Something will come to you eventually if you think long enough, however - a couple of seconds of consideration will bring to mind a place, a memory, a recollection of where you were and what you were doing.

It probably wasn't anything that would result in you being here, though.

Welcome to Graceside Preparatory Academy.

You may want to pick up the key to your room before you leave the room, but don't worry too much - your door won't lock automatically, so you won't be locked out if you've forgotten to pick it up. It seems you're not alone, either; the hallway outside your room is most likely full of other confused people by now, and should you turn around to look at the door of the room you just left, you'll find a nameplate with your name printed on it. There's a single word underneath it with no explanation. This is your title, but don't worry about that right now.

Depending on when you left your room there may be a clock chiming in the foyer up ahead. It seems like it's seven, though it's difficult to tell if it's seven in the morning or seven at night. There aren't any windows, after all. Should you venture into the room with the clock, you'll find that the only exit is closed - there's absolutely no way to break down that steel bulkhead. It looks like you're not getting out of here anytime soon.

The foyer also holds some very interesting information. There's a bulletin board with thirty-five pictures on it. Beside each picture is some very specific and very familiar information. Feel free to examine it. The bulletin board is large enough for plenty of you to gather around and gawk. Don't try to get at it though, that glass in front of it is very thick. If you try to break it, you'll find out the hard way that it's shatterproof. Sorry about that.

Perhaps even more of a concern than the glass is the list beside the profiles. It looks like a set of rules. You might want to examine those, though they're not providing much of an explanation for why you're here or how you got here.

So relax and get to know your fellow Participants. You might be stuck here for awhile.

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[The girl puts Susan in mind of cancer patients, a long time ago when she still worked at the hospital. She's still not sure how much she wants to chat with people right now, but that, and the evident weakness, is enough to make her approach.]

Are you all right?

I'm...

[ She ponders, for a second. ]

I just haven't walked on my own in a while, that's all.

[ I mean sure, that's a sign of being alright, yup. ]

[Susan takes that information in stride - there's plenty of reasons that could be the case, after all. She looks it.]

You'll need to take it slow, then. Your muscles won't have gotten the exercise they need. Do you need help, or...I doubt they've got a wheelchair here.

Right, uh... I definitely didn't see one in my room. But taking things slow I can do.

Good.

[.......wait, there's something else.]

There's exercises you can do, you know? I used to be a nurse once - it's not really physical therapy, but it couldn't hurt. Has anyone shown you? [Her doctors at home or someone?]

Uh... no, I haven't really... had many visitors, since the. Accident.

[ That's. I mean that's a word for it! ]

I'd be happy to, once I figure out what the hel- heck this place is.

[Faint disapproval flickers across her face; if the girl is well enough to walk this much, they shouldn't be leaving her to just lie in bed.]

I can show you whenever you want. It looks like we're going to be here for a while - there's steel over all the doors and windows.

Really?

[ Well that's disappointing, she was hoping to see outside. ]

Are there at least... is there food and water?

Yeah, there's a big kitchen. I think there's enough food for all of us, for now.

[She doesn't know how long it would take all that to run out. Will they be resupplied? Or are they not expected to be here long enough to need it?]

Are you hungry?

[ She... tries, briefly, not to sound like she's too excited at the prospect of real people food. ]

Icouldeat!

[ NAILED IT. Look, she's malnourished, it's probably not the biggest surprise. ]

I guess we'd better get you something, then.

[It's surprisingly easy, after so long gone, to slip into something like the nurse persona again. Or maybe it's not that at all. Maybe she's just helping her the way normal people would? If they were inclined to help you at all.

...it doesn't matter.]

Do you want some help getting there? [She certainly won't make a move to touch Angel without being asked, as long as she's holding herself up alright.]

I mean... we will be waiting a while if we're going at my speed.

[ Angel will go ahead and kind of... reach out an arm? She doesn't know how to do this, she floats, she always floats. ]

[we all float down here]

Okay. Uh...here.

[Susan's a little awkward about it too. Not because she doesn't know how - mechanically, she does. But this is the most physical contact she's had with anyone for a long time. Still, after perhaps one false start, she takes Angel's arm - one hand at her elbow, the other held so that Angel can wrap her hand around Susan's if she likes.]

Here we are. We can go however fast you want. It's not going to help if I just start dragging you down the hall.

I guess not, no. You might as well just carry me at that point.

[ And she will, with the added support, slowly but surely start walking! Not fast, but faster than she would going down the wall for sure. ]

I'm not sure I could. Not without putting you over my shoulder. And that wouldn't be fun for anyone.

[Angel's small and slight, but Susan's not really a physical powerhouse either.]

Just let me know if you need to slow down or stop for a bit. [Otherwise, onwards to the kitchen!]

Yeah, probably not.

[ She'll go ahead and keep walking until they get there, then! She seems a little out of breath, but otherwise fine. ]

Wow, they really did leave a kitchen.

Not a bad one, either...

[Surprising. Here, let's get Angel to a seat.]

You aren't on any medication right now, are you?

[ Well there's a question. Angel shakes her head as she sits down. ]

Nope. Not right now, anyway.

[ "Just the poison I'm supposed to die if I'm taken off of, it's cool." ]

All right. How does some soup sound?

[Something like that will be better, if she hasn't eaten properly for a while.]

Soup sounds great.

[ And she means that, hot dang. Soup!!! ]

That's easy enough. Is there any kind you'd prefer? It...looks like they have a few types.

[She's definitely going for like, canned soup. Quick and easy.]

Uh...

[ OKAY, TIME TO REMEMBER HOW SOUP WORKS? ]

What kinds do they have?

Chicken noodle, tomato, lentil, minestrone...

[She probably doesn't need to list them all.]

Vegetable?

Chicken noodle sounds good.

[ Chicken is tasty, and she misses noodles. ]

Alright. It shouldn't take long.

[She'll start working on it, and...oooh, yeah, quiet now.]

My name is Susan. [In case you like, didn't get a good look at the profiles.]

Welcome.

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