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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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[...holy fuck, is that a Buneary in a police uniform? Lusamine wasn't honestly sure what to make of the unusual Buneary and Fennekin she'd seen the profiles of, but...actually being talked to by one...

...Lusamine's quick to shake her head and stop staring, looking down to Judy with a nod.]

Oh...of course, Officer Hopps. Forgive me for staring. It's not every day you see such a high ranking Buneary... [Even so, Lusamine does seem intrigued.] What can I help you with?

[Buneary? Maybe she just has an unusual way of pronouncing bunny...]

It's alright! I just wanted to know if the information listed in your profile seems to be accurate to you.

[...Let's go with that, sure! Whatever you say, shiny Buneary.

Even so, Lusamine thinks about it for a moment.]

...As a matter of fact, yes. Loathe as I am to admit my true age. But there's something on there this 'Wordsmith' should know nothing about.

Really? Don't worry, I won't ask what it is...I just find it strange the way all of this information is laid out. Some things are completely right, while others aren't.

Thank you, Officer. [It's said quickly, before she focuses on the other subject.] Truly? That seems rather odd, and pointless as well...do you think it was simply to rile us up?

It's...possible? Though I don't see what the purpose of making all your victims even more upset with you for no reason. Kidnapping is enough grounds for that.

You've read Rule Seven, correct? It could be as simple as someone blindly accusing another person of being the one who put something personal on their list. It would be like a domino effect--one person goes in to help, they get hurt, another comes in, they get hurt by someone as a mistake...

We all seem to be calm enough not to resort to that. But he must have been banking on that kind of reaction.

[As much as she hates to admit it, Lusamine has a good point.]

For now, yeah. But it's barely been a day. I guess we'll just have to see how things go, but...

[People can snap shockingly fast under the right circumstances.]

I'm guessing you've been talking to the others already. Do they seem to be alright to you?

Don't stress yourself to death, Officer. I would like to think that the people here don't want to play into this Wordsmith's hand.

[Facts and faith are two different things, after all.]

Oh, some of them, yes. The younger ones are rather polite individuals. I've also met a fair few adults who are well adjusted. There are some who appear a tad confrontational, however...

[She considers saying the name for a moment, but honestly. She figures it'll be obvious soon enough. And as long as she doesn't try to harm her again...]

Some of these profiles don't give a good impression, either. Have you had a chance to read them all over?

[She knows who she is talking about immediately, and Judy doesn't mind mentioning her at all.]

You mean the vampire?

[S i g h]

And no, not yet. I'm probably going to have to find a higher vantage point if I want to read the ones near the top, but I've been getting some good info from the individuals themselves regardless.

Yes, Ms. Marker. I take it you had a run-in with her as well.

[If only this weren't a murder university, perhaps they could sit there and have a salt party. With a side of garlic.

...Still...]

...I do hope this does not come off as patronizing, but would you like me to assist you? I would be willing to lift you so you would be able to read the plaques clearly--or perhaps see if there are boxes somewhere around here, and see if stacking them could yield you the proper height.

[Lusamine is this just a thinly veiled attempt to touch the fluff-]

Oh! Well...that would actually be very useful, but I think I'll need to find something to write with first. There's no way I'm going to be able to commit 30 profiles to memory, much less everything I've been told so far.

[She looks back up at the wall, then, seeing just how...daunting the size of the wall is when it's made to be eye-level with your average human.]

But...I guess getting a quick look at everyone's names wouldn't hurt.

[...She pleads the fifth, officer.]

Just let me know how I may assist you, Officer. It's the least I can do.

[...Okay yes she does want to pet the Buneary, but she is an adult. She just wants to help, totally.]

[Hey, adults can pet cute bunnies too, right?

Also, the thought of being picked up and subsequently held leaves Judy a little...uncomfortable, so she tries to think of the next best thing she could do.]

Um...would it be too weird if you let me stand on one of your shoulders for a minute? I'd be able to see them fine that way.

[She won't just take a flying leap at her though. Lusamine could at least do the lifting as long as it's...brief.]

[well yes but SOMEONE needs to be dignified okay]

Of course! That is no problem.

[Let her just go down to one knee for a moment, taking care in picking Judy up--the trip to the shoulder is quick enough at least. But--]

Be sure to hold on, hm? If you are feeling unsteady, I'll put you back down.

[If she gets the okay, she'll start to stand again--it's a little interesting with someone on her shoulder, but it's not too much trouble.

...Even if it feels like there's an angelic chorus going on in her head, but you know. That's what happens when you pick up a bunny okay. This is the best day ever.]

[Judy nods, though she's surprisingly steady on her feet even as Lusamine stands back up. What she really has to watch out for is her hair. Goodness there's a lot of it...]

No worries! I think I'll be fine up here. Miss...

[She scans the profiles she can now see before looking back at Lusamine with a smile.]

Lusamine?

[Lusamine's hair is practically an entity all it's own, honestly, and she'll at least try to push some of it out of the way so Judy can take a good look.]

Indeed. It's so wonderful to meet you, Officer--your station must be incredibly proud to have someone like you working for them.

[She has a slightly bigger smile on her face than usual, and really, she's just trying not to look so giddy. It's. A little hard...]

Oh...you think so?

[She hasn't really felt all that welcome to be honest...it's clear there's a bit of bias against smaller animals such as herself.]

I mean, sure I'm no Elephant or Wolf but...I get the job done just as well as everyone else. I just need more opportunities to prove myself, that's all.

[Which she would be doing if she wasn't....here.]

[Oh...]

Officer...

[...]

I would say that this opportunity is as good of a chance as any. Don't lose heart.

[Judy smiles a little to herself, her ears falling back somewhat.]

Call me Judy.

[Lusamine smiles.]

Judy it is, then.

[It's good to see her at least a little bit happier. Even the oddest Buneary shouldn't be sad!]

[You're totally the best and not at all a bad person, Lusamine.

Judy continues scanning the profiles, her ears flicking as she starts to put names to faces.]

So...what is it that you do back home, Miss Lusamine?

[Damn right she is, totally amazing.]

Ah... [...You know, this is kind of weird to say in front of the Not!Buneary, now that she thinks of it. Still, maybe...]

Well, the Aether Foundation is a place that takes endangered, abused, and abandoned Pokemon, taking care of them until they are able to go back into the wild. We ensure their needs are met while they are there, and that they have the chance to experience the love and care they may never have gotten if we hadn't rescued them...

[...]

They are quite different from you, for the record, just...ah...

[Should she have even said anything oh god]

[That...sure is a little weird, yeah. Any mention of the Wild certainly gets Judy to stiffen a bit, her nose twitching as Lusamine continues to explain. It sounds reasonable enough, at least from a standpoint in which Pokemon aren't as capable on their own as animals from her world are.]

Yeah, Gold told me a little bit about them. We seem pretty different...but it's nice that you're trying to help them.

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