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[sinphony]

[ You wake to a comfortable silence, warmth and softness surrounding you. The room is dim, but a little light comes into the room. Should you check, the room has an ornate clock that tells you it is still early-- only a few minutes after seven in the morning. Although it should be no difficult task to assess that this room is unfamiliar to you in every way; your last memories will be a bit herder to focus in on. But the haze will gradually lift and you will be left with a few simple facts.

This bed-- this room is not your own. Nor is it the last place you were.

You are not alone. There are at least two other people sleeping in beds like yours in this room.

Now that you are awake it is time to explore. As you do you will realize just how many others there are in this building. Meet with them and you will probably soon realize none of them know any more than you do. Still-- considering the situation it may benefit you greatly to work together.

It is likely that you will see portraits of some familiarity positioned throughout the building as well as some confusing writing posted in each of your rooms as well as just outside of the Ballroom.

Looking around you will notice that you have practically full reign of the house-- with one exception. It would appear that right now the office is locked. ]

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[scleramelani]

Guest Room 2

[Uta is asleep when the others in his room wake up, curled under the covers, only the top of his head visible. However, as others begin to stir, he wakes up, rolling over to watch.]

... Your room? Because it's sure not mine...

Exploration

[Uta ends up wandering. He spends a lot of time near the ballroom, in the kitchens, and in the craft room. He does not actually leave the craft room unless something comes up.]

Guest Room 2

[semperperatus]

...No. Not my room.

[So says the dirty hobo, who looks confused at his own reflection]

Who else is in here?

[scleramelani]

[Uta's definitely a bit confused - he's in a decent room, not one full of materials, and his hair is too long. However, it doesn't show on his face.]

I don't know.

[semperperatus]

[Shepard sighs, running a hand through his hair. It feels like he hasn't bathed in forever. Ugh.]

Well, this is great.

Guess we should look for a way out, then.

[scleramelani]

Maybe.

[Uta looks down at his duvet.]

I'm a small business owner. This is nicer than my place. Feels weird.

[prideinbattle]

[ Hiling has found the craft room. And she is not alone. When she sticks her head in, she sees him there. So she approaches. If she has to live with these people then she wants to know if any of them are worth her time. Her tone is neutral enough. She hasn't yet decided how she feels. ]

Hey. Who are you?

[scleramelani]

[He's sewing something, just idly. He snaps the thread with his teeth before looking over and speaking.]

Uta. Would you mind coming over here?

[prideinbattle]

I guess. I'm Hiling.

[ She focuses on what he's doing. Maybe he was in the middle of something but she's not too concerned if she interrupted. Now she's a little curious. ]

[scleramelani]

[He pulls out a tape measure and begins to measure the various dimensions of her head.]

I feel like I'll go mad if I don't have something to anchor me. Would you like a mask?

[prideinbattle]

[ She blinks for a moment before she realizes what he's doing. A gift then. She likes those. And she'd like to watch anyway so if it makes him feel better then it works out for the both of them. ]

Sure why not. You're going to make one for me?

[scleramelani]

Yep. I'm a pro.

[He writes down the numbers as he takes them, then frowns.]

Any allergies?

[prideinbattle]

Oh. I've never seen someone make something like that before. And no, I don't have any. Of course not.

[ She's not difficult to impress. Anything creative would go over her head. She leans against the table while she waits. ]

[scleramelani]

Some people are allergic to latex or sensitive to leather. Do you like flowers?

[prideinbattle]

I like looking at pictures. It's the closest we can get on a space station.

[scleramelani]

Alright. You don't see many plants at all, then...?

[He continues to measure certain angles, but he's got an idea now.]

room 2

[voltrounds]

[Hearing a voice nearby, Ricky goes directly from "stirring" to "sitting up" in about half a second.]

What? Who are you?

[scleramelani]

I'm Uta. Who are you?

[Black eyes scan the room briefly before settling on the seated figure.]

[voltrounds]

I'm Frederica.

[Okay, that wasn't an "I'm your captor" reaction, probably.]

Do you know where this place is?

[scleramelani]

Not a clue, but it's nicer than my apartment. Do you know?

[voltrounds]

No. It's not where I was before, I know that.

[She gets up and looks around, cautiously moving toward the door.]

[scleramelani]

Same here.

[It's concerning, to say the least. At least he's dressed (though his clothes are rumpled) as he stands to follow her.]

[voltrounds]

[She slowly opens the door just a bit... looks in...]

Oh. This is a bathroom.

[scleramelani]

Yes. Yes it is.

[He heads for the other door, and peers out.]

This isn't.

[voltrounds]

Careful. We don't know what might be out there.

[...she says, pushing the door open a little further so she can see.]

[scleramelani]

[He steps back a little... And blows in her ear.]