happy halloween

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[You wake up in a bedroom. You don't remember it. That's strange. At least the dressers have your clothes in them. There is a hospital ID bracelet on your wrist with your room number, just in case you forget.

Why don't you go outside, wander around? Explore your floor, go down the stairs, check out the other rooms?

You could introduce yourself!

Oh, wait. Introduce yourself? You can't. Because you don't remember your name. You don't remember anything.

Sorry about that.]

[ooc: OCTOBER PLOT, SUCKERS. The hotsprings resort is described here in full]

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SECOND FLOOR

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[perfectpartner]

[Branded only with a simple 206, he steps outside of his door, looking very confused. He also found a white coat, and since it's a little cold, he's going to wear it.]

Did I miss something?

... I think I missed a lot of things.

why yes this is her intro-- /SHOT

[blackstarsenal]

[ 208 had woken up in this relatively warm(er) place in full winter gear -- coat, scarf, mitts, boots and all. Out of instinct, she checked her surroundings for any possible danger: none. She felt something (someone?) is missing but can't put her finger on it. She tried to recall--

What's there to recall?

Again on instinct: might as well be more mobile and flexible. Clearly this is a room in an inn. She tucked her winter effects and discarded unnecessary layers of clothing, leaving her in a turtleneck sweater, jeans and socks. After tucking her winter effects behind a futon in a closet, she heads out -- ]

Um... excuse me -- would you know where I can find a large mirror?

[ It was the first thing that stumbled out of her lips -- why is she looking for a mirror? ]

Re: SECOND FLOOR

[ram_of_gold]

[205 checks the number on his bracelet again as he steps outside. Maybe there's something important about it, although he has no idea what it could be. He's dressed in long dark blue robes with red trim that he found inside. Maybe exploring a little will help him remember]
Now, what was I doing?

FOURTH FLOOR

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[bonnypiperlad]

[All 406 can find in his room are clothes - a jumper, some trousers and the like. So at least this means he's dressed when he pops out into the hall and starts asking questions.]

Hey? Is there anyone else around here?

[grip_on_reality]

[the first thing 403 does is explore her room. she takes note of the furnishings, of what she's wearing, of the clothing in the drawers. mainly, she's hoping to jog her memory--but failing that, she's just trying to learn what she can about where she is. that done, she opens her door and ventures cautiously into the corridor]

Hullo? Anybody out 'ere?

[she starts down the corridor, her posture guarded as she watches for any movement. part of her is very uncomfortable not knowing where she is or what might be coming at her--but it's also familiar somehow, like she's done this many times before. she ignores the feeling for the moment, looking at the doors as she passes them for any more clues about her location]

[most_feared]

[404 the deadly error page, emerges from his room finally. Or he more shifts out, slowly, eyes narrowed as he peers into the hallway and straightens the tie he just replaced.

He's actually more comfortable with the lost memories for some reason, he doesn't know why, than the fact someone was going through his clothes. He has weapons on him, though that's not exactly comforting; whoever did this didn't feel the need to take them.

He doesn't say anything at first. Just quietly watching the people in the hallway.]

SIXTH FLOOR

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Re: SIXTH FLOOR

[onehundredbeers]

[604 almost rips the door off of the hinge. Possibly on purpose. But it survives, and he slams it behind him.]

What the fuck is this shit.

[604 is off to a great start.]

[tricksterofthelord]

[602 here? He's dying for a candy bar. Or some chocolate. Or something sweet. Yes.]

Dude, that was either the best party ever, or I'm seriously messed up... [Eyes his bracelet.] Anyone has a Kit-Kat? [Names? Mysterious hospitals? Doesn't matter! His priority now is sweets!]

[truth_is_cold]

[607 has no idea where he is, but is woken up actually by the sound of Nathan trying to Hulk his way through the door. He takes a little bit to come out- he has to try and peer under the door, hold his ear to the door, listen to the confusion. Realize that none of them know where they are.

He takes the risk of stepping out finally, seeing if anyone would provide answers. He's suspicious that someone must be pretending- he doesn't know why.

He's actually a little surprised to see people with mostly smooth forearms, though.]

EIGHTH FLOOR

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[ex_oneiromancer912]

[806 comes out of her room, wary--wary enough to have a hand on the knife at her dress.] Who is here?

[She might not be happy with you if you sneak up on her.]

[decrypts]

[801 spends a good bit of time poking around his room before he comes out into the hall, confused as all hell and wondering just what in the world the bracelet on his wrist means.

and where it came from, but that's something else entirely.

but now he's out, looking around, brushing a hand back through his hair and .. well, wondering just what the hell to do with himself.] Hey, uh .. anybody around?

[derp.]

Re: EIGHTH FLOOR

[flawless_genius]

[807 is wandering around the floor curiously, peering at everything and trying to remember anything at all.] Strange. Where is this?

TENTH FLOOR

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[inhumanity]

[1008 wanders out of his room. He looks around, blinking, a hand on the bracelet. Quietly, he calls out.]

Hello?

[His voice is subdued, almost too soft for its purpose.]

[lamb_of_gold]

[1006 is standing in his doorframe, dressed in homespun and wool, with the dark red scarf pulled around his shoulders like a blanket. Warily, he looks up and down the hall for any sign of life because what even the hell is happening?]

[curiousing]

[ Down the hall, the occupant of 1002 cracks open just enough so that he can peer out to see if anyone was around. ]

... Helloooooo?

[sosweet]

[ 1005 dares to leave his room and walks through the corridor. He looks calm but innerly he's quite nervous. ]

[ex_dragonnerd309]

[So many questions roaming around in 1001's head. So many.]

What is this? Wh-where am I? Who am I? How did I get here? Where are the others? Are there others...?

[He's examining his bracelet, then checks around his room. Empty, nothing particular... He should go out. But this situation hurls more and more questions at him.] Well that was useful... [But hey, door! Oooh, a corridor with more rooms!] Someone? Anyone?

TWELFTH FLOOR

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[beagoodman]

[1207 can't help but have faint feeling of déja-vu when he wakes up in a bed with nothing but white walls around him. He doesn't remember anything but still something bugs him about this all.]

Hello? [Looks around, then decides it's still better to look around than stay in this room.]

STAIRWELLS

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[betrayedtwin]

[The occupant of 207 doesn't remain in his room for long. No, he doesn't feel right sitting around trying to remember who he is and why he has this armor and the weapons. Nor can he explain why the sight of the long, big gun actually makes him relieved. For now, he's exploring the building he's in, hoping that maybe something will jog his memory, and is in the stairwell heading up to the roof. In fact, he's just about to pass one of the entrances to the twelfth floor... A part of him feels he should have brought his weapons on this little reconnaissance mission, but so far, he hasn't felt threatened, so he's left both them and the helmet in his room.]

OTHERS

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[Dining room, indoor or outdoor baths, rooftop baths. Anywhere but Floor 13, which is once again locked.]

[not_a_lamb_nor_ram]

[ While there's this feeling of unease hanging in the air for him, Kiran still made his way around -- down first (because it's easier to 'escape' when you're on level ground, right?) and found that there are mostly stairs and more rooms. He felt a bit glad in having found the baths. He feels that he should've changed into a yukata to be polite, but not when something at the back of his mind is telling him he would have to run at some point.

Gingerly, he takes off his scarf and shoes, and rolls the hem of his trousers up to his knees so he can sit at the edge of the baths to dip his feet in.

Is there anyone else present? He hasn't noticed them yet as he gets lost in thoughts -- as if trying to fill a large blank canvas full of holes. He moves his feet idly, as if the ripples of water and steam would give him answers. ]


(( OOC: Kiran's extreme discomfort over heat might get triggered here so his usual cheerfulness might not be present. ))