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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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... [oh. wow. is this embarrassing. is this meant to do something. oh man. she just totally tried to use magic on him and it didn't work. wow]

What is this supposed to do? [he'll pretend it worked if it'll make her feel better!]

[ Bwah?! She knows there was no bats but- but?! ]

Why isn't it working?!

[ She jabs her hand in harder, as if that will help ]

It could be working! I don't know what it is, so it could be working and I wouldn't even know!

I'd know if it was working! You can feel it!

[ And she leaps three steps back then, into a crouch and pulling her hand back t herself with gritted teeth. ] Why isn't that working?!

[so he's basically immediately at her side, all concerned like she didn't sorta physically assault him two seconds ago.]

Are you okay? What isn't working?

Get back!

[ Elda shouts this, baring her claws and fangs in an attempt to look menacing, and to dissuade Sportacus from getting closer to her. Normally, this sort of menace comes naturally to Elda Marker. Right now, she is still scary, or at least would be to many people, her nails now much more claws than anything and her red eyes flashing. However, right now there's also an edge of panic in her heart, and the implication is much more a cornered animal than some overwhelming creature of the night. ]

[honestly, even if she were absolutely terrifying, he wouldn't leave. mainly because he doesn't actually feel fear. but also mainly because he wouldn't dream of leaving someone who so clearly needs his help.]

It's okay, Elda! You're okay! [he doesn't really know if she is, but it sounds nice.]

Did I do something to upset you?

[ She can't do this. She cannot face this. She will never be friends with a human, and now all of her playing around so far today, all her attempts to see if the people here could be useful to her - all of them are rewritten entirely with the knowledge that she can't erase their memories.

She need to kill him.

But looking around the room, there are other people here, or at least there are sounds of other people nearby. Her claws twitching, her catlike eyes dart around the room. With a chest as strong as his, and a body as flexible as his- it wouldn't be easy. This won't be easy.

... When was the last time something wasn't easy ]

Get back or I'll kill you.

[ And here she is, making petty threats. ]

You won't. [just said very plainly. he doesn't budge, though his hands twitch slightly, like he's weighing whether touching her would do more harm than good.]

Please, tell me what I did wrong. I promise I will never do it again.

[ Yes, yes she will.

In a heartbeat.

All that makes her hesitate now is the fear that Wordsmith and his stupid rules will see her cornered, that this murder would be obvious to people, and what that will mean for her if she can't erase memories. James wouldn't approve of hr actions here, but he's also not here. But she- ]

Don't worry, we won't talk again.

[ And she turns to leave. LATER. YOU CAN TOTALLY AVOID SOMEONE (until you kill them) I NA GROUP OF THIRTY, RIGHT? ... Well, either way, she tries to flee ]

[... well. y'know. sometimes people can be really resistant to being helped! and sometimes being given their space can be the healthiest thing for him!

it doesn't stop him from feeling sad about it, watching her leave. but, it helps a little. he'll just have to try again later.]

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