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students in time out: 10
It's a little hard to wake up when the melody that drifts into your ears is so comforting that it'd be so much simpler to stay asleep. Maybe everything that you remember last - the cold seeping into your fingertips, the pain of injury, or the darkness creeping into your vision - will just be parts of a bad dream.
But it's not.
When you wake up, it's probably a little disorienting - you have to push off a blanket and rise from this nice comfortable mat on the floor. Seems like you were all curled up for nap time. Literally. The room that you're in has furniture meant for small humans, children as some might call them, and everything is soft and plush to the touch with rounded corners. Blocks with the alphabet etched onto them, coloring books and crayons, and even a rocking horse dot the room to really give it that childish charm. If you can think of a child-safe toy, it's probably in one of the baskets that line the shelves of the room!
Around the room they'll find baby monitors that broadcast the antics of the living. Hopefully that doesn't feel creepy.
There is a yard outside through the glass doors, but it currently seems to be locked - and the glass won't break no matter how hard you try. There's a large pink door that feels enormous, ten times as tall as you, on one side of the room, but there's no way through that either. At the very top, you might see a directory sign that says: TO ADMINISTRATION BUILDING.
Huh.
Well... for now, get comfortable. It looks like you might be here a while.
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Well. Calling it "unfair" feels like a massive understatement.]
...I do not know where we are. But I must believe that our consciousness means we are able to continue seeking the truth, and a way home.
[He can't believe anything else. Not when there's so much at stake for him back home.]
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[so. yeah.
she'll look for the truth, and she'll look for a way home. and if there's anything they can use here - wherever here is - to determine whether or not otome and rupert were actually trying to help them? she'll use it.
but she's not going to stop being mad any time soon. lan wangji might be able to let it go, he might be able to understand what they did, and he might be broadminded enough to give them the benefit of the doubt -
but lila is a petty fourteen year old, and she absolutely is not.]
But if they end up here with us, they better watch themselves.
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[As far as Rupert and Otome, though... he could quote a thousand rules at her from his home about holding onto rage, about calm and kindness and all of those emotions that poison the heart. But his social skills, while lacking, are not so nonexistent that he can't understand that this isn't the time for it.
So he just nods slightly.]
...Even if they are correct, you should not have had to go through that.
[He obviously didn't see what happened, but given last week's execution, he can only imagine.
He hesitates.]
...May I ask who you fought against?
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anyway.
she fiddles with her necklace and looks down again.]
...Manwol.
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But he's also immediately going to imagine basically exactly what happened last time--Manwol being forced to kill Lila in a much more personal manner. Ugh, what a terrible place.]
I see.
[He's not going to make her relive her traumatic experience unless she wants to, though. If she doesn't want to talk about it and would rather immediately start exploring (or would rather just curl back up under a blanket), that's perfectly fine.]
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[if she'd just jumped immediately...! never mind the fact that jumping would have been a struggle with her snorlax-wrecked legs.]
But there were cars there somehow. One hit me.
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But--]
"Car"?
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[And given that he doesn't have a stab wound in his chest anymore, he's guessing the answer is the same for her, but--]
You are uninjured now?
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...yeah. I don't feel hurt. [...] Which really doesn't make sense.
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[He looks down, lifting up his hands. The cuts have vanished from them, and though it's not as immediately apparent, his leg feels healed, too.]
It is the same for me.
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[she sighs.]
So we're not injured, and we're... conscious, both of which are weird considering we're dead. And we're in some kind of daycare center.
[she frowns at their surroundings.]
...and there's a bear.
[what if she fights principal bear.]
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We should investigate.
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Sure. Let's see if we can get outside.
[except they CAN'T that's not gonna get them very far at all.]
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anyway, after she's tried unsuccessfully to break out:]
...we're seriously trapped in a daycare center. This is insulting.