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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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[she takes the bag, and eats one—surprising herself with the texture, but still eating it. sweet...?]

I like dreams with you, Mollymauk.

[He blinks, and then snorts.]

You're quick on the draw already. Took me a minute to get my head right, honestly.

[she eats another fruitsnack, hmming to herself.]

Call it a knack.

[She may have all the fruitsnacks she pleases.]

I'll say.

[He tilts his head. He figures everyone else has a handle on the interrogation, so,]

. . . You alright?

[...]

I'll be fine.

Is there anything I need to be filled in on?

[That's alright. The emotion share is active here so, yeah, there's some, uuuuuuuuuh, concern. But it's fine. He won't push if she doesn't want.]

Yeah. A lot, probably. Few of the folks spend a good amount of time scribbling on that thing with the crayons, got most everything summarized, I think. Personally, like I said, was a bit ... empty for a little bit there. Happens to me I guess.

Main thing you don't already know might be that we're in the. [He pauses. And has to like. Search his memory. Look, it's been a rough time for him memorywise. He seems like 95% there. But occasionally he'll space out a bit.] Administration building. The bear lost its keys, and needs them to go ... change our grades? I suppose. Something like that. [If I'm getting details wrong I'm chalking it up to my character literally cannot read very well.] I know this sounds like an incredibly believable story.

Point is, we do our little activities, watch everyone on the creepy monitors, and interrogate each other about our complicated little feelings. So. Welcome?

[...]

That sounds overwhelming.

Are you okay?

Oh, I don't know. There's a lot of naptime. I wouldn't call it so terrible.

[He ... seems sort of amused, actually.]

I'm fine. After the first death, the traumas sort of have diminishing returns.