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[datprosthetic]

http://datprosthetic.tumblr.com/post/112098500442/it-just-keeps-getting-better

The silence was almost.. nice, actually. One could almost get away from all thoughts of responsibilities and chores and honey-do lists; after all, they no longer mattered when one was not sure where they even-- The sudden start was more than enough to cause White himself to jerk from his thoughts. "Ga-ah-d damnit!" he snapped, "What the fucking fuck is with you!" The bastard had awoken as if something had just.. breathed life into him, rather than rousing from a slumber. Paired with his almost risen-from-the-fucking-grave look, he appeared terrified, mortified, horrified- and his eyes! They wouldn't leave White's face. Somehow the wide-eyed stranger's unending gaze was unnerving.. unsettling. And that was the nicest way to put it. It didn't take long for the sickly boy to grow perturbed; he shifted uncomfortably on his bed, gazing right back. "Stop it. Stop staring."

[datprosthetic]

It just keeps getting better.

Nothing but black. A confusing, frustrating, almost maddening hole where there had once been a memory. Something had happened last night, and he couldn't account for any of it at all. All he had to go off of was the sheer feeling of dread that had translated through the event - and even now his blood felt as if it were laced with ice. The lad rubbed his shoulder worriedly, habitually, where prosthetic met skin.  Someone had been in his house. Fear could only tell him so much, leaving instead more questions than answers: had it been.. him? Had they come to take him back? Had they.. succeeded?  For what felt like the hundredth time, White peered around with a furrowed brow. No, not unless there had been an upgrade from the bloody stone ages. This place was modern, dare he say normal. It looked like any old room, perhaps a hotel room. But.. that was unlikely. Hotel rooms didn't have doors like the one that barred his way now, and they certainly didn't have schmucks dressed like they belonged in a LARP just passed out on another bed.  He'd tried, once or twice, at least, to wake the stranger.. not that he'd given it much effort. Part of him didn't want the guy to wake up, because then they'd both be stuck in this damned room! That was the last thing White needed. Fuck.  White brought a hand to his brow. Okay. Okay. Think, White. Think. Don't panic. How the fuck did you end up here...  And why was he.. afraid?

[bloodiestvalentine-blog]

A Whisper in the Breeze..

The sky was clear, blue as a robin's egg. The grass that formed his bed was warm, lush.. the breeze was just enough to tousle his hair with gentle fingers, and the sun bathed his body in a comfortable warmth. With the breeze danced a melodic tune.

Vincent.. .... .. Vincent, are you sleeping? Here? .. .......  Your eyes.. open your eyes.  That voice.. it was back. The voice of his conscience, of his memories, a sweet, airy breath of wind that rolled through his mind. He would always, always be haunted.

Vincent's eyes slowly opened. The warmth, the sky, the wind and sun, it was all gone. In its stead was an unfamiliar, bland ceiling, a bed lacking in luxury, and the lackluster glare of artificial lighting. Where...  His head tilted to the side. He could see the form of something.. something strange. Something blue, something.. was it a horse? A monster? One of Reeve's new toys, perhaps? They were always somewhat peculiar.. the man had interesting taste.  He made no sound, save the creak of the bed as he sat up, eyes flicking about the room. He recognized nothing - not the walls, the flooring, the peculiar door or the stranger in the bed opposite of him. He had no recollection as to how he came to be here, either.. Curious, his hand reached for his side -- when it found no purchase, it fell to the bed again. Cerberus was gone. Seems it had been opted out for a bracelet of some kind, a dastardly looking piece of technology.  His gaze landed on the stranger. "Reeve?" came the quiet rasp of his voice.

[4thpilot]

It took a little longer for the blond to wake up than it had his roommate. Perhaps, because he was a Gundam Pilot, more of the sedative that had been used to bring all of the 'players' here had been administered to him. Whatever the case may have been, it took him very little time at all to figure out the puzzle and escape the confines of his room.

He didn't leave immediately, instead choosing to have a look around his new sleeping quarters first, mostly because the bed opposite his own looked as if there had been someone sleeping in it until recently. Everything was searched, partially so he could perhaps memorize what was there, and where, and possibly also to find his missing roommate.

When his search turned out to be fruitless, he finally left. The sudden announcement startled him, and he didn't know what to think anymore. He has originally thought that perhaps he and the other pilots had been captured by the enemy again without him realizing or remembering, but... he was sure now that it wasn't the case.

Or was it?

He checked every door that he came across; the majority of the doors were locked, and the ones he found that he could go in seemed to be 'community' rooms. A few bathrooms, a laundry room, an infirmary...

The ones that were locked had panels next to them, and he figured out that these panels scanned the bracelet that was securely attached to his wrist. None of them but the room he'd come out of opened for him, however, so he made note of the room number.

If he'd been captured, why would he be allowed to escape? Even though they had taken any weapons he'd had on him, it still seemed a little dangerous to just allow a Gundam Pilot to wander around.

Finally, he made his way out of the dorm hall and into the building that contained the cafeteria, library, and living room. The announcement had told him to go to the living room, but he decided that having a look around first might be a better option. His priority was to find another person, and if he had been that late in waking up, chances could be that they weren't even in that room anymore.

As he passed the hall that parted the living room from the library, he noticed a couple of people near the lift, and chose to approach them.

"Hey! Hello, can anyone tell me what's going on in this place?" he asked, in a friendly but not-so-quiet way.

[genkiknives]

Where the Heckie???

Wandering the halls was a newbie to this whole game-think was a certain former killer; after finally figuring out that weird puzzle in his new room(?) he had gone out his door and started exploring.

Where the heckie was he...? This was not at all where he last remembered being.

Was he kidnapped? Did he sign some kind of contract without meaning to? Was he drugged? ...Was this hell? It looked a bit too nice to be hell, but, hey; it very well could be with all he'd done.

Eventually, he ended up seeing people, and so he went to say hi.

"Hi!"

"Uh... Do you know where the heckie this is?"

[leaf-words]

As "Hillary" turned his focus to the rest of the room, Clover breathed a small sigh of relief. She pondered the information they'd just been given; although the rules didn't seem to be exactly the same, it seemed as though this Nonary Game was most similar to her third one. Were these 'zones' different to the puzzle rooms she'd encountered previously, she wondered? Zero III's comment about running out of time made her uneasy, and she figured it was best to get started as soon as possible. Judging by everything she'd heard, one could probably not enter a "zone" alone, so who should she partner with? She stared at the rest of the players - other than Sundown and Hilarius, there was a shy-looking girl who looked to be around Clover's own age talking to a blue-haired teenager. There was also a tall - compared to Clover, at least - blond man... and of course, Santa.

As ridiculous as it sounded after everything that had happened between them, she had to admit that Santa was probably the most trustworthy person in the room at the moment. Even if she was still at least a little suspicious of him, he wasn't a stranger to her, and she felt safer teaming up with him than with any of the others. 

"Hey..." she whispered, moving closer to Santa as she addressed him, "D'you think we should explore?" Of course, they likely still needed at least one other person to access the puzzles, but Clover felt it was a good idea for them to stick together. At least for now.

[offwhitewoods]

Where had Morty gone? After the group had exited the dorm hall, he became a rebel and went off in another direction, knowing full well that he wouldn't get lost if he used the group's energies as a sort of landmark. Even if they ever moved from the living room area they'd been instructed to go to, he would still be able to find them.

In a bold move, he'd decided to check out what the rest of the place was like. Although nothing in the surrounding area felt like it could be a threat (other than a few certain individuals in the group, that is), he still thought that it would be better to go alone. After all, if there was some sort of unexpected danger, he would be the only one immediately threatened by it and that would make things much less complicated and risky.

His exploration turned out to be as safe as expected, but not fruitless. On his journey, he'd discovered the cafeteria, an outside area, and a few more buildings. Upon further inspection, he found that there was probably no way to get out, even if they could fly; the world appeared to just stop existing at certain points. As he returned to the group, he also took note of the lift near the living room, but didn't take it down. Not yet.

Rather, he followed Jasmine's 'trail'. Luckily, she was still in the living room, and so he entered, shooting a quick glance to the tall, imposing man known as Hilarius before approaching his fellow gym leader.

Of course, he noted Sayaka, as well, the look being thrown her way nowhere near as dirty as the look he'd given to Hilarius mere moments before. In fact, this one was friendly.

All attention was turned to Jasmine afterwards, however.

"Hey, Jazz."

[steelcladdefencegirl]

Jasmine had followed the rest of the group into the living area. It seemed their numbers were growing, including... was that a shiny Ponyta? However, her attention was quickly drawn to the rabbit on the large screen of the living room.

She listened carefully to the rabbit's announcement (and terrible puns, although Jasmine thought it would be rude to comment on them). The game seemed simple enough in theory, although she wasn't sure she wanted to find what would happen if her BP fell below zero. Hopefully it wouldn't come to that - everyone would work together, and they could all make it out of ... wherever this was. ... Right?

With a sigh, Jasmine flopped down against the wall of the living room. Even though she was absolutely terrified, part of her was slightly curious about what was beyond the numbered doors. Maybe some of the other participants would want to explore too.