TEST DRIVE MEME #2

[vestigemods]

TEST DRIVE MEME #2

is the doctor in?

► THE SETTING

In this Test Drive Meme, characters find themselves in the husk of what was once a hospital.

The hospital has three floors + a basement. Unfortunately, characters only seem to be able to reach 03 + B1:


• 03 - This uppermost floor appears to be a regular modern hospital wing untouched by apocalyptic disaster, with various tidy patient rooms + an empty nurse's stand. at a glance, it's difficult to tell from this floor that the hospital is run-down at all... until you try to leave. Or... go anywhere at all, really. (Consult the relevant prompts below.)
  
• B1 - Primarily of interest is the morgue / autopsy room (powered + in functional condition), but this floor also contains locker rooms, a laundry room, a break room, and a handful of other rooms with locked doors and covered windows that Trace doesn't want to make shit up for just yet.
  
Floors 01 + 02 are inaccessible - the stairs crumble away to a multi-floor empty stairwell between the basement and top floor, and the elevator only seems to have buttons for 03 and B1.


Outside is a flat snowy wasteland as far as the eye can see, with blizzard-esque weather conditions awaiting anyone who steps outside (or has the misfortune of waking out there in the first place). This can be seen out every window the hospital has to offer, and will blow right inside if a window is opened. This can be accessed via emergency exit doors leading from B1. Those who try to re-enter the hospital through the front doors find it locked up tight.

The prompts below mostly focus on those who first wake up on the given floor, so feel free to wing it otherwise + ask any questions you may have on discord or in the provided top-level below!

FLOOR 3 ► LEAVING SO SOON? YOU HAVEN'T BEEN DISCHARGED

⬛ ENVIRONMENTAL + MILD PSYCHOLOGICAL HORRORS.

You wake in a clean white bed to the overly-hygienic scent of fake wildflowers and the morning sun filtering in through the windows. You're in a hospital room, a visiting chair at bedside, a television hanging on the adjacent wall. Perhaps you're in a private room and can wake at your own leisure. Perhaps your room is shared, and someone else is waking up in their own bed on the opposite side of the cloth divider.

You have no memory of how you arrived here, nor are you entirely sure where this is. A glance out the window is no help at all - the sun through the window is filtered not by curtains but by a thick torrent of snow, and from this height (at least two or three stories up) you can't even see the ground.

At the end of the bed, you might just find your file. At least, it seems like your file - it lists your name, one or more injuries you don't recall ever having (or perhaps injuries you suddenly have but don't recall ever receiving), and a brief but alarming summary of the cause of the injuries. That's the worst part, the summary. It's almost always something you don't want to hear - you're careful and the injury was borne of recklessness, you value your mother most of all and were stabbed by her hand, or any number of possibilities all written down in carefully clinical terms. If you've woken up alone in a shared room, you might also find a loved one's file attached to the adjacent bed, similarly concerning in content and with no loved one in sight to reassure you that the tale the document tells is a lie.

Outside of your room is a hall with many other such rooms, their occupants stirring now just as you are. A nurse's station sits nearby, thoroughly abandoned. Just beyond that is the doors to the elevator and the stairwell.

But leaving this place isn't quite so easy.

Calling the elevator earns a polite ding! before the elevator doors open to reveal an empty shaft, cables extending downward to indicate that the actual elevator lingers far below. The stairs aren't much better - you have six, maybe seven stairs attached to the stairwell landing before they seem to have crumbled away, and as you look over the edge, you find the stairwell even more empty and ominous than the elevator shaft.

Perhaps you can set to work on figuring out a way to climb down... Or maybe, with luck, someone who woke up in the basement might elevator their way up to your rescue.

⬛ ENVIRONMENTAL (PARANORMAL?) HORROR.

Or, rather than beating your head against the metaphorical wall that is finding a way down from the third floor, perhaps you decide to explore the hallways. Maybe you think there might be another way out! (Hospitals don't just have one stairwell right? That's a fire hazard.) Or maybe you just want to know what else exists on this floor, for the sake of scavenging or even for your own curiosity.

As you venture into the hallways, you might begin to notice that they're all... very much the same. Lights dimmed as if for nighttime, room doors locked - and each time you turn a corner, you find yourself faced with more of the same hallway you just left. But as you venture deeper into this winding maze of identical hallways, you find that overhead the lights flicker more and more intensely, and each new hallway ahead besets you with an odd sort of vertigo, the far end of the hallway seeming to shift gently to and fro as if carried by an ocean's peaceful waves. The vertigo gets stronger the deeper you venture until it's nearly impossible to go on.

Lucky for you: Simply turning around to backtrack finds the hallway you awoke in just around the first corner you turn, regardless of how far you've traveled since. How fantastically merciful of the Technicians, considering what's going on three stories below your feet.

BASEMENT ► DOES IT HELP IF WE THOUGHT YOU WERE DEAD?

⬛ PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR.

Here, you wake in the dark and the cold.

The dark is absolute, and unless your eyes are especially keen, you'll need to use your hands to get a bearing on your surroundings - and once you do, well. The news isn't great. You've awoken in what feels like a coffin-sized metal container, cold against the inexplicably bare skin of your back. If such a thing exists in your world, you might recognize that the container is chilled artificially.

Maybe you're trapped altogether, with no choice but to shout and bang on the walls and hope someone outside is close enough to hear. - but if you're especially lucky, a kick of your foot at the far end of your container will find it unlatched, sending the floor of your container sliding out into the open air of a dingy run-down morgue. You were trapped in cold storage, and here in the light you find that you've been dressed down to nothing but a flimsy backless hospital gown, a tag tied to your toe.

Upon closer inspection, the toe tag lists your name, where you're from, and... a cause of death? Since when were you dead? Or perhaps you already knew you were dead and the cause of death isn't quite what you recall. Either way, the contents of your toe tag are disconcerting at best, abjectly alarming at worst.

Your clothes and belongings can be found in the laundry room next door. Let's see if you can make it that far without showing a friend or stranger the entirety of your bare ass.

⬛ BODY + PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR.

Or perhaps you don't wake in cold storage. Perhaps you wake on the autopsy table itself, one of three or four spaced evenly under the flickering fluorescents of the hospital morgue. A thin layer of paper covers your otherwise nude body, and beside the table, a tray of autopsy tools (some bloody, some supposedly clean) on a rusty cart within arm's reach.

An eight-inch-long rectangle has been cut from the front of your paper gown, and you're quick to see why: Some of you have a 6-inch-long, clumsily-stitched surgical slice down the center of your chest, almost as if an autopsy was attempted but quickly patched up before it could be finished. The rest of you aren't fortunate enough to have the stitches - your surgical slice is still open and bleeding mildly. Whether stitched or unstitched, the wound isn't any kind of life-threatening, having missed all vital organs and arteries... Not that it's terribly pleasant regardless.

If you (or a helpful friend or stranger) want to patch that shit up, there are plenty of supplies to bandage the area for now, or even a needle and surgical thread to stitch that up properly. Shame there's no anesthetic.

Once you've achieved enough relative chill to actually care about your prevailing near-nudity, your clothes and belongings can also be found in the laundry room next door. Maybe try not to bleed on them?

OUTSIDE ► WALKING IN A WINTER HORRORLAND

⬛ENVIRONMENTAL HORROR.

If you so happen to find a way outside - whether by way of the emergency exits hatches leading up from the basement or simply by flinging yourself out the third floor window and hoping you don't die in the fall - you're met with a frigid wasteland as far as the eye can see. Which... isn't very far, admittedly. Visibility is typically limited to 10 - 15 feet, though every once in a while the wind dies down enough that for a second or two you can see the flat snowy plane up to ~100 feet ahead.

This leg of the journey is... pretty straightforward. It's cold. It's windy. You almost definitely aren't dressed for the weather. Once you wander out into the snow, it's hard to find your way back to the hospital - and since the hospital's front doors are locked up tight, the only way back inside is through the emergency exits down into the basement (if you can find them, through the snow quickly piling up on the ground).

For an unfortunate few, this might be where you wake up. You return to consciousness here, confused and likely already shivering before you even properly register where you are. Here's hoping you find one of those emergency exits (whether on your own or through sheer luck as someone opens one in front of you), because otherwise you're doomed for hypothermia in a few hours at best.

MOD NOTES + CONTINUITY

• This TDM takes place in a shared dream for all participants, so as not to interrupt in-game continuity. Characters already in-game may experience this dream at literally any time between now and the next TDM, and new characters who TDM here will have this dream as their vivid introductory experience much like the first batch of characters had The Loop. Players of current Vestige characters, feel free to fudge when your characters experience this nightmare and/or when something inspires them to remember it.
  
• Please leave the top-leveling for new characters - this isn't the last time we'll see this hospital, and veterans can take a crack at it at a later date. (And, in fact, much of the hospital has been sectioned off via ambiguous dream mechanics in order to make sure there's lots of fun fresh shit to do when the game at large gets ahold of it.)
  
• The elevator does work - it just can't be called specifically from the third floor to keep in line with the feeling of being somewhat trapped. If someone brings it up from the basement, they can rescue people from the third floor at leisure. If you want your character to escape via elevator to the basement, feel free to assume that someone has brought the elevator up to the third floor and left it unattended.
  
• Unless otherwise specified, characters arrive with all powers intact and carrying all items that they had with them on their canonpoint.
  
• I recommend checking out our FAQ before you TDM for any further game info, even though this isn't set in the Containment Zone proper.
  
• Feel free to hop into our Discord server if you aren't there already!
  

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Lana Baumgartner | Marvel 1610/616

[bombshelled]

Floor 3

[ Lana wakes up in a hospital bed. This alone isn't jarring; she'd fallen asleep in a hospital bed, too. Having multiple bone fractures will do that to a person. What is jarring is the eerie sense of quiet surrounding her. There are no PA announcements, no news reports coming from a tinny TV speaker, no beep of monitors. She sits up in her bed, calling out tentatively. ] Uh, hello? Can I get some water? I'm really fucking thirsty.

[ No answer. Sitting up further, Lana tests her legs to find that while it's still painful to walk, she can do it if she leans on something. And she heads over to the window, only to see a wall of whiteness. That is definitely not Brooklyn. ]

Well, shit.

[ She sits back down on the bed, stunned. Which is when she notices the file hanging at the for of her bed. Figuring if there are no nurses or doctors, no one will care if she sneaks a peek, she grabs it and leafs through it, only to become suddenly irate. ]

What the fuck?! Spider-Man wasn't the one who beat my ass! It was Hammerhead! Get your fucking stories right, ughh!

[ What comes next is the sound of an explosion, followed by the now destroyed file in burning tatters, falling like confetti around the empty room. Maybe you hear the explosion and come to investigate. Maybe you run into Lana, stumbling her way down identical hallway after identical hallway, leaning on the wall to stay upright. Either way, she looks pissed. ]

[ or wildcard me! HMU @ millennial falcon#9103 if you want to plot something specific. ]

wildcardish;

[rumorhazit]

[ Someone in the hallway hears her and ducks her head in; it's a woman in her early 30s, in a hospital gown, so clearly she woke up here too. She scans the room before frowning at Laura. ]

You wake up in a weird, creepy, empty hospital and your first concern is which oddly-named person you actually got into a fight with?

jemima | original character / world of darkness

[witting]

BASEMENT | AUTOPSY

( jem isn't, exactly, bleeding.

don't worry; it isn't better. the synthetic skin covering her torso has been sliced open, and there is blue liquid (disorientingly, the only part of her still the same colour as the hologram she knows herself to be) seeping from the...wound? the wound. she has a wound. and a body, hands which reach trembling to press into the open gouge,

it feels

(it feels)

as if her new innards are laid out correctly according to the abandoned plans for what such a body might have been, the incision narrowly missed doing permanent damage to connection C8-17 that she isn't sure she would know how to repair.

her face feels—strange. wet. her fingers are still searching by feel the design that she knows dr gallo had chosen not to move forward with,

she is looking for the place where it stops, the plans were incomplete, she must be incomplete,

the wet is in her hair. she hasn't sat up. she says, )

I am experiencing discomfort,

( so loudly into the silence that it makes her flinch. )

Please, Dr Gallo? Dr Gallo, please, I don't like it.

( since dreams are awful, please feel free to rerun this scenario with as many characters as you like. hmu at lilpantsunicorn#8828 if u wanna hash anything out ✌🏻 )

[goingtobefun]

[Oh, how interesting. He, himself, had been in a similar position before. Though he'd had his entire head wrenched off. This seems like someone had been trying to explore android technology and had gotten bored and left halfway through.]

Don't worry, [he says, his voice the epitome of calm as he carefully folds her skin back into place, pressing a little to make the edges of it meet.] I'm sure you're going to be fine.

My name is David.

kokichi oma | new danganronpa v3

[usodayo]

basement.

[ the only thing terribly surprising about the way that kokichi wakes up is the fact that he wakes up at all, really. it's not a sensation he had ever really planned on having again, and for a moment he wonders if momota couldn't do it in the end after all.

that idea doesn't do much to explain why the poison didn't take him instead though, or when monokuma decided to start punishing naughty children by putting them away in cold storage.

clicking his tongue softly against his teeth in frustration at his masterful plan going to waste thanks to one soft idiot, kokichi decides to start looking about for some method of extraction. eventually, when no such means reveals itself, he settles for knocking continuously on the roof of his containment. ]

Hello~? This doesn't really seem like entertaining television, headmaster! Don't tell me you're still angry about a silly little prank?

3rd floor.

[ so he wasn't dead, alright, fair enough and better luck next time i guess, but while the poison that deadly little maki roll shot him full of hadn't killed him it's still managed to leave him feeling pretty weak.

finding his belongings in an adjacent room after some good samaritan let him out of his time out box had been less trouble than actually changing into his clothes, but eventually he gets his hands on a beaten down old wheelchair and suddenly he's mobile. the morgue is pretty boring, all told, especially when no amount of snooping uncovers any of his classmates, so he quickly wheels his way over to a nearby elevator and he's moving on up.

moving on up to the 3rd floor, because apparently there's nothing else in between, or at the very least, he's not allowed in there yet (jokes on whoever put him in that box- he's beginning to suspect it isn't monokuma -that sort of thing just tends to make him all the more determined to snoop).

the 3rd floor proves, if possible, even more boring than the basement, but still he wheels himself through seemingly endless hallways, on the hunt for that pot of gold at the end of a rainbow. ]

There's got to be a vending machine around here somewhere, right?

sera | dragon age

[buttsbuttsbutts]

outside

[ It's cold and it's dark and it's cold and it's dark and it's cold and it's frigging dark and Sera hates it so much she could punch someone, right in the mouth, if there were anyone around to punch right now. But there isn't — she's alone, trudging through snow, not sure how she got here or where her friends are.

Should start wearing boots, she thinks. She can't feel her feet anymore. Boots are restrictive and make it harder to do nimble rogue-y things in a fight but if she had some maybe she wouldn't feel like she's walking on two solid blocks of ice right now.

Eventually a building looms ahead, casting an unnatural bright light that cuts through the snowy wind every now and again. She hates it. A lot. She doesn't want to go there but she doesn't have a choice — it's stay out here and freeze to death or go in there and see what kind of creepy stupid bad people are doing creepy stupid bad things, because that's what it always is. It's never nice old ladies with tea ready to lend a hand, is it? It's always blood mages and Tevinter arseholes and — ]

Ugh, [ she says at the thought of whatever she's going to find in there. "Ugh" about sums it up as best as anything could.

It takes some time between the early stages of hypothermia slowing her down and the fact that it's just really, really hard to find a way into this place but she eventually find a door that'll open. Nearly missed it, heavy as the snow is, but she drags it open and slips inside.

She already has an arrow drawn as she moves carefully forward. She's scared to death at what she's going to find. Doesn't want to do this alone.

When she comes face to face with another person she almost lets the arrow fly out of sheer terror but manages to keep hold of herself, at least for now, and aims with careful precision instead, right at their head. ]

You. Talk. Now.

Or don't, and I'll put an arrow through your stupid face. Doesn't matter. There are always more. I'll find another idiot nobody willing to spill their idiot guts.

[ Her voice quivers with cold and she hates it yet she laughs, despite herself — a giggle teetering somewhere between genuine and terrified. ]

Funny, right? You do talk and you're the idiot spilling your idiot guts. You don't talk and you still spill your guts only this time it's the guts you can't manage without. Up to you, either way.

[hierophante]

[People talk about staring death in the face as though to do so is to experience a moment of absolute clarity. It's a half truth. The world does narrow down to a pinprick, to a fraction, to the point of an arrow. All that there is is this, here and now. There's still a point at which the animal body takes over, at which essential details are lost in the blur of fear, in the flight of the rabbit heart.

The OA has died with her eyes open. That she knows what to expect is what gives her the presence to listen, to allow her gaze to flick between the point of the nocked arrow and Sera's face as she talks, to notice the shudder and that razor's-edge, giddy wobble between panic and power.

Her hands are up, palms forward, empty and reddened with cold. The toe tag she'd awakened wearing dangles from one forefinger.]

Okay.

[Her voice is steady in spite of the pounding of her heart, soft and serious. Don't placate, acquiesce. Accept. Okay.]

I woke up in this place. This... hospital; I don't know. I don't know how I got here. I don't know why I'm here. I don't even know where here is.

[She enumerates what she doesn't know slowly, gaze fixed on the arrow, on Sera's fingers curled about the grip of the bow just beneath it. In another life, she'd drawn a bow too, albeit in happier circumstances. She remembers her father -- Nina's father? -- watchful and still, surveying her as she took aim at the target.

What she remembers most was the weight. How long can cold fingers keep their grip?

Grim earnestness and urgency both furrow her brow as she forces her gaze away from the arrow and sends it instead to meet Sera's own.]

I do know I'm afraid. I know I'm lost, and I think you might be lost too.

[She inclines her head, nodding back down the hallway in the direction she'd come.]

Aren't you cold? There's a laundry room down there. There was more clothing.

[A beat. Show you're sincere.]

I can go first. Would that help?

luusi ▶ original character

[grief]

▶ basement: cold storage

❰ luusi wakes with a gasp, brain immediately sure that this isn't where she fell asleep. it's cold, for one, and she knows she was once comfortable in her bed. it's not just in the atmosphere, but touches her skin all over -- and opening her eyes does nothing to bring light to her vision. she is entrapped.

when cornered, luusi is a wild animal. she thrashes against the sides, screaming, cursing, and you may find her in such a state. it takes her a while kicking the sides and downward before she forcefully breaks and dents the metal. she has no shoes, but with sheer willpower she can go at something long enough until it succumbs to her will.

if you meet her after she escapes, you might find her either undressing or already in a state of nudity. ❱ The fuck is the point of this...? ❰ she whispers, pulling at her flimsy gown. she'd rather be naked than have to move around and have her skin touch this dry, crinkling fabric. if someone sees her tits, or whatever else, who the fuck cares? ❱

▶ floor 3: wandering the halls

❰ eventually, her dress and belongings are found. she's got her purse -- cell phone, bag of haribo, ring of keys, and thankfully a small knife. there's some miscellaneous magical ingredients, or what she HOPES would be, if she could ever use them correctly.

she's discovered her toe tag putting on her pumps. while this might traumatize someone, and it's likely to be a prank, luusi's spirits actually lift at the idea that she's died (apparently by being stabbed to death, who'd have thought?) and then brought back to life unscathed. how did someone pull this off? who are they? where is this that such a thing is so easily possible?

she'd like some answers -- but also a wider variety of snacks. ❱

Hello? Helllooooo? ❰ wandering the halls for 20 minutes, she gets fed up trying to open some doors to no avail, entering doors to empty rooms...and now she's banging against the nurse's station desk, actually expecting someone to show up if she makes enough nose. ❱ I don't even need a god damn cafeteria, just a vending machine will do!

floor 3;

[enchangement]

[ River has been lying on the bed she woke up in for at least five minutes now; she has no idea where she is or how she got here, and she can only hear other people in pieces and bits through her grief.

She doesn't know where she is, or how she got here. That she can move freely is a blessing, but she can't remember the last time she was on a planet where snow was an issue. Or that had a hospital like this one. She checks under the mattress, under the pillow, for a weapon, but there's nothing.

Just a chart with her name on it she doesn't read, and another with her brother's which she definitely doesn't read.

Luusi's yelling brings River into the present, so to speak, and she comes padding out of an unsearched room (or maybe she was hiding beneath the bed when Luusi checked, hard to say) to see what's going on. ]

She doesn't know where that would be, and there's no one else here to ask. It winds like a clock in on itself, tighter and tighter until there's no telling the first from the last.

Matthew the Raven | The Sandman

[not_nevermore]

FLOOR 3 ►

When Matthew first wakes up in the overly-hygienic, sunlit, perfectly respectable hospital room--he starts to panic and silently freak out. His last memory as a living man were in a hospital room not unlike this one, and he immediately is seized with fear that somewhere his memory and his mind have fractured so badly that he's really just waking up from his coma.

Luckily, he begins to thrash around in the bed so hard that a few feathers go flying and eventually he rolls himself off to land on the floor with the soft *thud* of a small body with hollow bones.

Still a bird then. Good. Maybe. So where is he now, and how in the hell did he get here? This doesn't feel like part of the Dreaming, not exactly, so now what?

Quoth the Raven, "What the fuck?"

Option 1: If there's someone else in the room, maybe you're the one going crazy because that sure is a talking raven. Talk to him and try to convince yourself you're not crazy, or maybe consult the charts for info.

Option 2: He goes flying through the hallways on an investigation of the floor. Landing on various counters or pieces of furniture... does that bird look like he's trying to read the signs? Or trying to hit the elevator button?


OUTSIDE ►

Escape! Finally! But the cold weather and the wind is no match for a 4lb. raven, and Matthew quickly finds himself pushed back towards the exterior walls of the hospital. It's a lot of work to stay aloft, and when the wind does die down, he plops miserably into the snow. This is no amount of fun, and unless he can figure out which 3rd floor window he'd flown out of, he's not sure how to get out of this mess.

outside / inside

[enchangement]

[ Someone opens a window.

Someone is a teenaged girl, brunette, wearing a hospital gown. It's hard to say if she heard Matthew's struggle with her ears or with her brain, but either way she does open the window, leaning out with her arms on the windowsill and looking left and then right.

Eventually she looks down. ] Poor thing, [ she murmurs, and gestures at the open window around her. Well. You coming or not? ]

Simon Snow || The Simon Snow Series

[notpunkjustdaft]

➼ i. BASEMENT (AUTOPSY)

---

[ Simon awakens, unaware he was even sleeping at all. But he's been so exhausted lately, falling asleep unexpectedly isn't out of the question, so for a few long moments there's not even a question about it.

Then there's the cold against his back. The cold against his nose, against his toes, against all of his body because paper doesn't actually do shit to keep you warm at all. And of course there's the creepiest room he's ever been in, and he wonders, suddenly, if the sunshine was a dream and he's been captured. Sitting up proves to be a bad idea.

He winces, blue eyes dropping to where his chest feels a little itchy. A little tight. The stitching looks fresh. Simon's hand immediately flies to his back, to feel along his shoulder blades. No wings, but also nothing that feels like an incision. Has he been magicked? Are his friends here? A thousand questions fly through his head and Simon, of course, has answers for none of them. He slides off the table (ignoring the way his bare ass sticks to the metal and peels uncomfortably off it as he moves).

Simon absolutely needs clothes or a lot more paper before someone sees him like this. ]


➼ ii. THIRD FLOOR

---

[ Simon's not going to admit how long it took him to find his clothes. But eventually he found the laundry room, and a familiar set of shoes with a white t-shirt and jeans folded neatly underneath them. The clean underwear is also appreciated, if he's being honest, because he heard once that you always should wear clean underwear in case you get into an accident. And this is a big fucking accident.

He gets all sorts of creepy vibes. (From watching too many bad horror movies.) (Seriously, following vampires into catacombs is less creepy than this). He keeps going forward anyway, and then there's an elevator. Simon does what seems to be the most reasonable thing and presses the Up button. He wishes there was elevator music.

When the doors ding open and he steps out into an equally creepy hallway, Simon steals himself. He's been through a lot worse than a hospital maze. And still, he thinks, his friends might be here. They might need him. So he does the next most reasonable thing he can think of and says: ]

Hello?

[ He's hoping for an answer other than his own voice echoing off the walls. ]

[bombshelled]

[ He gets an answer, but probably not the kind of answer he was expecting or hoping for. Instead there comes the sound of an explosion at the end of the hallway, then a very loud: ] MOTHERFUCKING COCKLICKER!!

Waylon Park | Outlast

[notyourbride]

i. the hospital
It isn't Mount Massive, that's for sure. Everything is too... sterile. Too clean to be that hellhole of a horror show. Maybe he should be grateful, but he's not.

He's woken up in yet another hospital and even if this one is vastly different from the last, it's still another hospital. At least this one seems to be... quiet, but the silence is disconcerting.

Waylon decides to try and find the exit, walking slowly down the hall, checking each door to see if it opens. He turns a corner and -- it looks like the same hall. Same doors that won't open. Same dim lighting.

He tries again, turning another corner only to find himself back where he started. He sprints this time, desperate and afraid.

Finally he falls to his knees and lets out a frustrated scream. This can't be happening again.


ii. Network
[The camera is shaking a little, but a man's face is in the frame, barely visible in the dim lighting.]

Please. My name is Waylon Park. I'm -- I'm trapped. In this hospital. Is anyone in here with me? Does anyone know how to get out?

Hospital | I have no idea what I'm doing hi

[toosmall]

Having woken up in this strange place too, Vivi finds himself alone. The hallway is so clean and sterile, everything looking the same, at first he walks down it nervously, tugging his giant floppy hat down more securely on his head.

At least until he hears someone scream. It has him stopping, gripping his magic staff in his hands tight as he tells himself that someone could be in trouble, he has to go make sure! All 3'11" of him runs towards the distressed sound, slowing when he finally sees someone ahead.

"... h-hello?" A young childs voice calls down the hallway to the figure that's sat there.

"Are you hurt?" Vivi calls again, starting to inch closer to the person.

Arthur Holmwood ✣✣ Dracula

[lord_godalming]

➼ FLOOR 3

---

[ Arthur's first thought upon waking is that he's at home, not at his house in London but on the coast, perhaps, with the scent of flowers and the sunlight. There's a blissful moment before he realizes the bedding is not quite what he's used to. At a cursory glance, he wonders if he's perhaps at the hospital where Seward works. Given their recent ... Expedition, Arthur isn't entirely surprised to have ended up somewhere more medical in nature.

Though he doesn't recall anything happening to him.

People probably don't, though, do they, upon waking unexpectedly in hospital.

But now he's a touch more alert, and Arthur has no idea where he is at all. He's never seen so many electric lights in one spot that wasn't a theatre, and he certainly has no idea what that contraption is hanging up near his bed. A horrible, bizarre dream brought on by too much excitement, perhaps. The file at the edge of his bed suggests a sudden onset of unexplained blood loss, which makes Arthur's hand go up to his neck, feeling for puncture wounds.

He absolutely must get out of this place.

Arthur wanders, only to keep getting turned around, and the stairs are no help. Eventually, he ends up at the elevator, which at least he recognizes as a lift. Even if there is no operator. ]

Hello?

[ It's not the first time he's called this out since he's woken up. ]

R.O.S.I.E. - original - ota

[r_o_s_i_e]

basement.

[ Waking up in a cold, sterile environment isn't actually a surprise. That's often the case when it comes to needing to be powered down for updates and analysis. But this isn't Zenith. R.O.S.I.E. can tell right away that something's wrong-

She can't connect to their network anymore. Her mind, usually an overload of input from around the workplace, is alarmingly dark. Quiet. The blue ring in her eyes flashes red, she jerks suddenly as her rising stress levels cause a couple physical glitches. A scalpel clatters to the floor, possibly alerting someone around to her presence.

She begins to scan for something, anything to grasp onto. She finds a rudimentary network to tether herself to and that helps the panic subside slightly. Now that she has a moment, the blond looks at her gown. The tag on her toe. No, that's wrong, she's not human. She can't die like one. But according to the tag on her toe, the cause of death was corruption.

The blond woman gasps, throwing off the tag and gown in a panic. She tries to get off the autopsy table but she's locking up and trips which just causes more clattering. Someone has to have heard her by now. ]

H-hello? [ Her voice wobbles; there's a more prominent computerized quality to it than would usually be. Synthetic blood, still red in color and convincingly human, drips down her abdomen as she tries to stand up again. Beneath her sliced silicone skin is only machinery but that might be more alarming. ]

Hello, [ she tries again, hoping someone is around. ] My name is R.O.S.I.E. I'm here to help. [ That's good. Follow the script.

But this isn't Zenith and she finds herself at a loss for how to continue since all the following options relate to that. Timidly, she admits. ]

But I... I d-don't understand what's happening.

outside.

[ There's a naked woman out in the middle of said frigid wasteland.

That sure is a thing that's happening.

R.O.S.I.E. doesn't seem deterred by the cold, honestly, and instead more focused on finding a signal to determine her location. There has to be something here that she can use to connect to Zenith again. There has to be. They wouldn't...

Would they abandon her?

She can't dwell on that. Find a way back. Fulfill your directives. That's all that matters right now. ]

( outside )

[grief]

❰ outside...that is likely a means of escape, which was luusi's first thought after understanding there was no real food source to be found inside. now that she's made it out of the hospital, she's hoping that it's as easy to get back inside. for all the effort it took to find the exit, it was all essentially wasted energy if there's just snow as far as the eye can see.

her heels sink into the banks, immediately causing her to yelp at the icy snow squeezing between her toes with a crunch. bullshit. complete and utter.

one trip around the hospital is all she can stomach before turning tail, and at first it certainly feels all for naught. nothing interesting, until...it must be a mirage. has she been through such a pussy drought that she's imagining some naked woman in the distance?

no, she's moving and real. luusi doesn't want to think of how hard her nipples must be.at least it's an exciting development. ❱

Oi! ❰ such an unladylike call, as she fumbles through trudging in the snow; not unlike a baby giraffe trying to walk for the first time. she should take her heels off, but what good woman goes barefoot?

present company excluded, of course. her volume lowers as she eventually get much closer to her target. ❱ Not that I'm complaining, but sticking to nudist shit is a little extreme out here, yeah?

Sera | Marvel-616

[anchowrong]

01. basement

[ Gotta say, out of all the scrapes she's been in, and all the weird ways she's woken up after having been knocked out and tampered with, waking up on an autopsy table with a hole cut in the center of her chest is a first for Sera. It's not in her top ten ways to wake up, that's for sure! Downright inconvenient.

Maybe you come into the room just as she's starting to stir into awakeness. Or maybe she's already awake and in the process of sewing herself back together. Not by hand, gods no. By levitating a needle and thread with bright purple magic and carefully directing it through her own skin, wincing all the while. She's sturdy and hard to kill, but she's not immune to pain. Once she notices that she's not alone, she'll call out (without looking up to see who's there) ] Find a girl some clothes, would you? Naked and bleeding isn't my best look.

02. wandering

After getting back on her feet and dressed in a plain shift dress, Sera takes to wandering. She's obviously come here alone, without either the Ravagers or the Asgardians anywhere in sight. So, she's on her own, except for the other sorry fucks who are stuck here with her. Ah, well. She's been trapped in solitary confinement in Hel before. A creepy abandoned hospital is nothing.

First step is to find the door that leads outside. And then, once she realizes how bloody cold it is out there, immediately closing said door and deeming that avenue a no-go. So, she finds her way to the elevator, and sets about exploring the third floor. Odd, how the doors refuse to open on the first or second floors.

She wanders the third floor for hours, making absolutely zero progress and getting progressively more and more frustrated. When she finally comes across another living being, she is so happy she could nearly hug them.

"Finally! I thought I was alone in this godsforsaken place."

[ ooc: will match prose or brackets. HMU @ millennialfalcon or Chris_#9103. ]

Sigrun Eide - Stand Still, Stay Silent

[bearhole]

third floor

[ The first thing Sigrun does as she comes to consciousness is to take stock. Right away she can tell she's not where she was when she fell asleep because she can feel a bed underneath her, though not a particularly comfortable one. Still, beats the cold, hard ground. The bed feels steady, not moving, so she's not aboard some ship or transport. Peeking one eye open just enough to see through her lashes, she gets a picture of a white, sterile room. Some sort of quarantine facility?

She lets the eye close again, lying still and listening, very much awake but trying not to show it, just in case there's someone watching who she wants to think she's still asleep. After another minute or so without hearing any movement, she sits up in a burst of motion, stretching her arms and yawning.

Okay, so nobody's watching her. That still doesn't explain where she is.

Whoever brought her here also dressed her in a thin cotton gown, which... No. She likes her own clothes, thank you. Thankfully, there they are, in a neat pile at the foot of her hospital bed. Because that's definitely what this place is, a hospital. Quickly and clumsily, she gets dressed. As she's pulling on her jacket, she notices the file hanging at the end of the bed. ]

"Sigrun Eide... 32..." Yadda yadda. [ The file is boring for the most part, until she gets to the summary of injuries. ] Finally, the good part!

[ Her eyes skim the page, reading quickly and mumbling the words under her breath. Frostbite, malnourishment... again, boring.

Ah, here we go. ]

"Bitten by an infected bear and--" What?!

[ ... ]

Nope!

[ She tosses the file over her shoulder, the papers fluttering as the clipboard clatters to the linoleum floor. There's no way that's accurate. She's immune. And look at her! She's fine. Whoever wrote that file must have screwed up their patient notes, gotten her confused for someone else.

Whatever, time to explore.

She leaves her room without further ado and starts walking. She doesn't even try the elevator, figuring stairs are more trustworthy. The place seems to be in good working order, but it's also completely empty, as far as she can tell. Only problem with the stairs is, there aren't any. ]

Oh, come on!

[ Her voice echoes down the empty stairwell, then so too do her footsteps as she marches away, back to the room she woke up in. She begins raiding all the rooms she can access, stealing the sheets off of the beds and lugging the whole pile of linens back to the stairwell, aiming to tie them together into a makeshift rope so she can get down. ]

[enflame]

❰ waking up in a strange place was starting to feel normal to emil, who wasn't entirely sure if the hospital room he found himself in was part of the awful cabin torture universe he was previously part of, or if this was some other plane of existence entirely. regardless, it wasn't one he was going to be immodest in, having arrived here in a very flimsy gown, too short and not at all tied to completely cover one's entire body.

after getting dressed and collecting his bag, placed a top his casual clothes, he exits the room -- clipboad be damned; he's not here to read, and especially if it's reading information that would make his stomach turn. he's died already, he doesn't need to find out how he's done it again. emil pokes his head out of the crack in his opened door before moving down the hallway slowly and cautiously. he's learned by now to keep aware at all times in any strange place, but even more so when you've gotten used to reality shifting on you in very unsettling ways.

a ruckous makes him startle, hand removing the flap to his bag to grab his knife. it's probably irresponsible, but thankfully it's unsheathed. he can only hope it's a small animal; that requires leaving it alone at best, perhaps an easy kill at worst. his swallowing dryly gives away just how sure he is that it's something much bigger, much worse.

the answer: bigger, yes. worse, no. just...confusing. something of a shock. he sees her throwing things about like a dervish through the glass of the door before he pushes it open, knife still up in his other hand. all pretense of caution is lost because sigrun...she's the only member of his part he hasn't seen in more than a year now; everyone else has come and gone, even for just a day. ❱

Y—ou? ❰ oops. his voice faltered in the middle of the word, so it's cracked and melodical. not to mention a really stupid way to say hello to begin with. ❱

Kane | Annihilation

[undestroying]

Floor Three: Room

He's been asleep for what feels like a long time now. He's not certain how long; time has seemed meaningless since entering The Shimmer. He's not certain how long he was in there, either.

But he isn't hooked to any machines, anymore. His lungs feel clear. He can breathe easily. The main difference is that his hospital bed isn't surrounded by clear plastic walls. Just a curtain, with what looks to be the shape of someone behind it.


Floor Three: Hallway

This definitely isn't the base. And it obviously isn't still in The Shimmer, so he'd like to know where he is.

As he moves down the hallway, there's a corner. He turns it and -- an identical hallway. Kane makes the loops several times, and now the lights are starting to flicker and grow dim.

How strange.

Am I sorry about this? I'm not sure. Hallway!

[moonape]

Winston is much in the same predicament.

He's wandered along the same hallway too many times to count now and he's growing frustrated and still has no idea what is even going on. There's way too many questions with no answers and out of pure experiment more than expectation that it'll change anything, Winston turns around and goes back the way he'd come multiple times.

He appears at the end of the hallway, the lights flicker and he thinks his eyes might be playing a trick on him. Is that someone at the other end? Fixing his glasses he'll squint. That's definitely a person, unless he's hallucinating now. Raising up a big hand he gives a vague unsure wave at the human.

"Uh, hello there." Yes. This is a talking gorilla.

Jerry Dandridge | Fright Night

[400years]

[Waking up in the dark isn't so strange. The dark is an old friend.

The cold metal that he's laying on, that surrounds him? Okay, that's different. At first he'll push up, expecting a coffin, but nothing gives. In the small space he's got Jerry shoves at the space above his head, but that is solid too. Hmph. A light shove with his foot gives him the answer he wants, seemingly his way out is down there.

Anyone nearby will hear loud banging, over and over until a few minutes later the door to one of the cold storage containers comes flying out of the room. It lands with a loud clatter in the hallway, bent from the force of something kicking it off the hinges. Not worrying at all.

Meanwhile, Jerry has the container open now, sitting on the metal table that rolls out and is inspecting the toe tag he's got.

Name: Jerry Dandridge
Place of Death: Las Vegas, Nevada
Cause of Death: Charley

That earns a chuckle.]

Cute. Real cute.

[So he'd actually died then? He sure remembered burning up in the fucking sunlight and getting stabbed in the heart. Then why oh why, was he mostly naked in a hospital morgue now?

Question for later, for the moment he eyes the open door and the hallway out there, giving a curious sniff. Hm... anyone out there?]

[blaiddydblood]

A tactic to try and unnerve us, I presume.

[ Hi. Hello. Dimitri approaches cautiously; he had heard movement and decided to investigate. Thankfully, it only seems to be another lost individual and not an enemy.

Still, one can never be too careful so he keeps a reasonable distance and crosses his arms. ]

I don't suppose you have any idea where we are?

Miles Morales ( Into the Spider-verse )

[shouldertouching]

( ᴀ. ʙᴀꜱᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ )

[ When Miles wakes up it's freezing and it takes a moment for him to orientate himself, his hands feeling out and his eyes narrowing and there's not a lot to see in the small container. He starts to push and hit at the walls but he doesn't call for help -- what if air is in limited supply after all...

Eventually, he tries kicking at the end of the container he's stuck in and then is startled when he slides out and immediately realizes where he is and what he had been stuck in. He sits up and makes a quick inspection of his surroundings before seeing the toe tag 'Miles Morales'. He feels a surge of panic in his stomach but he tamps it down. He's not dead. He couldn't be dead. He definitely feels alive. Something is just horribly off about the whole thing, he tries to convince himself of that but there's a fear that's settled in him as he pulls the tag off and jumps off to land on the ground.

A morgue is one place that Miles never wanted to be caught in and he moves along out of it searching for somewhere he might find his things. They didn't usually throw those out right?

It's awkward going, though, as he clutches the back of his gown to keep it closed as he goes. ]

( ʙ. ᴡɪʟᴅᴄᴀʀᴅ )

[ Hmu with whatever else! Network or otherwise. ]

[bombshelled]

[ Lana, at least, had the good fortune to wake up on an upper floor, instead of in the morgue. But she's exploring the basement anyway, keeping rings of bright light and heat circled around her hands to light her path. She hears a sound coming from the morgue-- the sound of a metal door being kicked open-- and goes to investigate. ]

Who's there? Don't try to attack me, or I'll blow you the fuck up!

Jin Ling | The Untamed

[jinlingers]

( Outside )

[ Jin Ling had made a quick decision to get outside of the creepy building. He's not, however, prepared for the cold or rather, just how cold it is. The visibility is terrible and after only moving forward for a couple minutes he's already lost track of where he was and where the hospital was. ]

Shit.

[ That is clearly not a good thing. Jin Ling keeps moving, though, shivering as he wraps his arms around himself and trudges feeling like any moment he might just freeze in place which feels him with panic. He's terrified and even if he generally hates asking for help he does call out once -- even if not very loudly. ]

Help!

[ Though, if anyone else was stupid enough to go outside without proper planning they probably wouldn't be much help either. ]

( Wildcard )

[ Hmu with whatever else! ]

HI FRIEND!!!!

[gusumouthcannon]

[Half-dressed and clutching his toe-tag in one hand, Jingyi fled upward and outward as fast as possible only to get hopelessly turned around in the ridiculous, freezing wasteland that was outside of the horrible place he had awoken.

He should have done ten or twenty things different and he would not be standing out here, freezing his ass off, trying to find his way back to the hatch he exited from before he drops.

He hears a voice (an...almost-familiar voice?) shouting for help, though, and he beelines for it.

Well.

Staggers for it.]

Hey!

[And...Jin Ling? Comes into view? Is that Jin Ling??]

Aric Dominija | The Arcana Chronicles

[deathstouch]

Basement

It hadn’t taken long for Aric to figure out how to kick himself out of the container. There’s not a moment that he actually wonders if he’s dead because he can’t die -- he’s tried. It’s a tiring thing, however, that leaves him with no explanation for his circumstances. He moves from the slat quickly and goes searching. He’s quiet not calling out and then he finds his belongings and quickly gets dressed and pulls on his gloves. He’d rather not kill something instantly when he’s not sure where he is or how he is there.

Perhaps, he’s in a trick of one of the Major Arcana. It’s possible and he remains wary.

Eventually, not wandering too far he does call out. “Sieva?”

A pause.

“Evangeline?”

There’s a slight noise that has him pausing, narrowing his focus to identify the source.

Wildcard

[ Up for whatever else too! Basically he’s the embodiment of the death tarot card -- it’s a long story. ]

[gusumouthcannon]

Jingyi has really only managed to get himself about half-dressed. Currently, he is clattering around, trying to find a way out of this horrible place where he had woken up dead. He does not like it. It is creepy and horrible.

There are even spooky voices calling strange things, which might actually be ghosts, and he—

Oh. No. Wait. That might be a person.

"Who is there?" Jingyi calls back. The voice sounded like it was coming from the next room. He hides next to the doorway and wishes he had his sword with him.

Bernadetta von Varley | Fire Emblem: Three Houses

[cryingforever]

Third Floor

[ This is just another nightmare. Another scary dream and if she just continues to lay in the bed and cover herself with a blanket that is far too thin for the dangers of the world, she'll wake up and it'll be fine.

The moments tick by before Bernadetta peers from under the covers.]

Okay, okay... This is fine. You just need to pinch yourself to get out of a dream, right? Okay Bernie, h-here it goes.

[ There's a small yelp of pain - Maybe she shouldn't have pinched so hard but she's so nervous and the room smells funny and looks weird and - wait. She isn't waking up. She takes a moment to flail in the bed. Not purposely of course, but much like a small animal caught in a trap. Which only serves to send her to the floor tangled in bedsheets with an undignified fwump. ]

N-now you've gone and done it - You're always so clumsy, Bernie! Th-this isn't Garreg Mach. You made someone really mad and now you're in a weird place and you don't even know who it is! They must've hired someone to kidnap me because they wanted revenge and this is what I get for - Oh no what if it was my father?! Oooooo, I knew it was a bad idea to get spirited away to Garreg Mach. This is the end for me - I'm getting punished and I should just lay here and die as I am - sad, useless, unmarriable, Bernadetta von Varley.

[ The blanket lump teenager lays there for a few moments very intent on dying dramatically before a growl comes from vaguely the stomach area. ]

...I.. If I'm going to die.. Maybe I should go on a full stomach.

[ She manages to untangle herself from the sheets and gets up. She feels a slight sense of relief as she spots the empty chair in the room. Her father at least let her have her bow and a quiver of arrows. For what end, she'd rather not think about it. After taking the equipment, she peers out nervously into the hallway.]

I-I'm just harmless me! Bernadetta! P-please don't kill me whoever is out there!

!!!

[blaiddydblood]

Bernadetta?

[ Of all the places he expected to hear a familiar voice, it wasn't here. Well. Familiar in so much that they're in the same class year. He admits that outside of the Blue Lions, he hadn't acquainted himself yet with many of the other students but he knows her at least. Felix had mentioned scaring her half to death, if he recalls correctly, and seemed more frustrated at her knocking a weapon from his hand than his own intimidating nature causing her to flee in the first place.

Dimitri approaches with hands out and up in front of him in a 'don't shoot' gesture. Honestly, he's more worried about getting an arrow to his person from her panic than any other danger that might be present. ]

I mean you no harm, Bernadetta.

Grey Worm | Game of Thrones

[greyworm]

A. Floor 3

Grey Worm had awoken in a strange place -- a stranger place than any he has seen with nothing familiar about it. There's not even an inkling in his mind of where he could be. He had ignored the file at the end of his bed altogether. It wouldn't have done him much good to look at it anyway. Instead, he starts to explore.

He starts to search for anything familiar at all. He's not sure what he's looking for exactly or who. Should he hope to find anyone at all? He does hear people stirring and a few voices here and there but none of them are familiar.

He finds the stairs but they look impassable and he doesn't know what an elevator is so he doesn't even try that option at all. He ends up near the nurse's desk, his brow furrowed as he ponders his next move.

B. Wildcard

[ Hit me with your best shot, fire away! ]

A

[decisiveconquest]

She is as lost as him, exploring the halls with all of the bravery she can muster. It occurs to her that a weapon would be useful, but she has yet to find any. She is wearing blue, notably, instead of the black she prefers in the West. She is Mhysa and the Breaker of Chains; she is not yet a conquering Westerosi queen.

"Grey Worm." Daenerys looks relieved upon seeing him, hurrying forward as if she is greeting a dear friend.

And she is. He is one of the few men she trusts utterly.

"I thought I was alone. Have you seen the snowstorm outside?"

CASSANDRA DE ROLO | CRITICAL ROLE + CRAU

[ofwovenstone]

THIRD FLOOR: ROOM.
Waking up somewhere unfamiliar is painfully familiar for Cassandra anymore. But she’s never woken up anywhere like this. In a stark white bed with the scent of fake wildflowers filling her senses, and sunlight filtering in through a window. It’s a hospital room; she’d only experienced the hospital in the City, since there was no such specific thing in either the world she’d originated in or any of the worlds she’s been to since. It sends tension and unease shivering through her.

Where is she? How did she get here? She has no memory of it. (Which, again, not strange to her.)

Wasting no time, she slips out of bed, pausing a moment to gaze out at the snow. Pelor, she hates snow. But there’s no time to dwell on that. She has to get outside, first, in order to deal with it. For now, though, she picks up her patient file at the end of the bed. It lists injuries she’s never had before; she’s never broken bones or been run through by a spear. The words accompanying too many of them send chills down her spine even though she knows that she’s never had any of them. Injured by her brother’s hand. The injuries he gave her were never physical, but it still... stings a little.

She tosses the file aside, only able to assume that they’re fake files for an equally fake hospital. Which makes escaping all the more pressing. Turning on her heels she stalks silently out of the room. The elevator is a fruitless effort, opening to an empty shaft. And so, it turns out, are the stairs, crumbling away as they are seven steps down.

“Fuck,” she swears, low under her breath. So much for escaping the straightforward ways. All right. She needs a third option. Maybe the window in her room? But she’s need rope long enough to climb out for that to be viable at all.

Looks like she needs to explore a little.

THIRD FLOOR: HALLWAYS.
So explore Cassandra does, footsteps all but silent but they still feel as though they are echoingly loud, to her. She’s looking for bedding, to fashion herself a rope out of, but every door she tries is locked. Door, after door, after door. But she continues on, through the nigh-identical hallways. Oh, come on. There must be SOMEthing.

The farther she goes... the more the lights flicker, intensifying with every corner she turns. And with every corner she turns, the more she’s beset with a strange sort of vertigo. Digging in, she forces herself to go on, as it worsens. Until she CAN’T, until the thought of stepping forward sends everything to shifting wildly.

She has to turn back.

But when she does... she’s back where she started. As though she’s never gone anywhere. And maybe she hasn’t. “What sort of labyrinthine hell is this?”


WILDCARD.
[Choose your own adventure!]

ASHARA DAYNE | GAME OF THRONES + CRAU (point pending)

[qelos]

THIRD FLOOR.
Waking to find herself in an unfamiliar, sterile looking room, with the cloying scent of fake wildflowers filling the air and cold sunlight filtering in through a window rather than the dome she shared with Ned is... unnerving to Ashara, to say the least. Thanks to the Sphere Ashara has been exposed to otherworldly places as well as the strange and unusual. But this? This is eerie. Silent, and empty, it certainly isn’t where she was. Ned. Oh gods. No matter how... fraught things have been between them after his request for space... the thought of that being the last she sees of him still makes her heart ache. But she thinks that she’s glad of it, despite that; she doesn’t know that she’d wish for him to be here.

Wherever here is.

Climbing gracefully out of bed, she pauses at the end of it, reaching for a file. Her file, as it turns out, a list of wounds she’s never taken. She’s never been run through with a sword. (That’s not how she dies. She knows that.) It’s the words that accompany those that... make her feel as though she has been, though. Wounded by Eddard Stark’s hand. Oh gods. She stands there for several long moments, gazing down at the file. It’s wrong. She’s never been run through, and he certainly would never do so. She knows him. He wouldn’t. She hopes he wouldn’t. (What if the space she’s given him isn’t enough?)

Never mind. She flings the file away, sending it tumbling across the room to fall somewhere out of sight. He wouldn’t, and hasn’t. And she needs to find out where she is. And how to get home. She’s not sure if she means the Sphere or Dorne, anymore. Dorne, she thinks.

So she sweeps out of the hospital room into the hallway, towards the stairs.

Only to find herself coming to an abrupt, precarious halt as they crumble away into nothing after only a handful of steps. She gazes down into the darkness for a moment, but there’s no sign that there’s anything beyond it. The rest of the stairs are just... gone. Elevators are something she’s less familiar with, but they’re easy enough to figure out. But there’s nothing beyond when the doors chime and open. Just more emptiness; cables extending down below. So there’s an elevator, at least. Just nowhere she can access it.

What IS this place?


WILDCARD.
[Choose your own adventure!]

[OOC note; her CRAU point might be later, after she’s reunited with her first love. Or later still, after they’ve married.]

[legbreakings]

This isn't the first time Jiang Cheng wakes up in a bed in this hospital wearing nothing but a hospital gown, though right now his memories of waking in a filthy room are fuzzy. It is bizarre, waking fully dressed in purple robes and even boots, sword propped up against the side of the bed.

The contents of his file are just as disturbing as when he found pictures of a surgery he couldn't remember having - burned alive is all it says and he shudders, staring at the file in horror.

He is still lost in thoughts, remembering the one who had actually died by fire, when he walks down the hallway, only to come across a woman rearing back from doors opening with a chime... to a dark expanse of nothing.

"This... this shouldn't be," he stammers, vague memories blurring when he tries to grasp them. Had there been stairs before? Had he even been here before? He shakes his head, finally taking proper note of the woman. "Who are you? You shouldn't be here."

John Constantine | Constantine

[apettydabbler]

i. basement

A hospital. Fan-fucking-tastic. Just where John doesn't want to be right now.

He'd wonder if Chas or Zed had gone and had him recommitted, but the toe-tag on his foot tells a different story. Could it be he'd died and come back to life? That's Chas's gig, but anything is possible at this point.

Right now his priority is getting back out of here. Though is priority before that is to not be wearing this damned hospital gown. So you'll find him, rooting through lockers to try and find something wear. At least so his arse isn't hanging out.

[thelesserevil]

Renfri herself has already found some clothes, good for her, but she is sure not averse to watching the spectacle.

Sure, being stuck in a creepy building isn't fun but she will take what she can get.

She leans against the wall, arms crossed over her chest while she watches him rummage around.

"Do you need some help?"

Paimon | Genshin Impact

[rudefood]

Outside

Paimon doesn't like the cold!

[ There is a small creature floating amidst the snowstorm, her hair being tugged this and that way in the wind though the girl seems to have no trouble staying afloat as she floats towards the first other person she has come across here.

She looks mostly unbothered waking up in a strange place, it's just the circumstances of waking up here that have her grumpy. There is no food. There is no companion. There is just a lot of snow and wind, no matter in which direction she floats. ]

There better be a nice shiny treasure here! Dragonspine is cold, too, and Dragonspine has treasures!