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[He doesn't remember anything. All he knows is that there's a bright light in his face and he just wants to sleep. After a couple of minutes of tossing and turning he finally opens his eyes and sits up. The room he's in is perfectly white, without any sort of interesting features. There's a desk and a chair, but nothing on either of them. They're as white as the walls and floor, and on closer inspection, the bed he's in is just as white and spotless as the rest of the room. The sheets are a bit on the stiff side even though he's been sleeping under them, and the bed is kind of hard for his liking, so he finally squirms out from under the covers and stands.
The clothes he's wearing strike him as being wrong, though he can't recall what the "right" clothes would be. They're white - like everything else - and they're very simple. He doesn't have anything to compare them to, but the material is soft and kind of thin and feels a little odd. He shrugs off his confusion about the clothes and starts for the door. Even the doorknob is white, which strikes him as strange for about half a second before he yanks the door open.
The room that he enters is spacious. Like the room he woke up in, everything is white. There's a sofa, a small table in front of the sofa, and a couple of plush chairs. There's a couple of doors leading elsewhere, and his first order of business is to see where they lead. One leads to a perfectly white kitchen which isn't interesting right now (though some part of him wonders if the food will be just as white) and the other door he comes to is locked. There should be a front door around here somewhere though, right? He doesn't want to be here. He can't remember why he's here (or anything, really) but being here doesn't seem right.]
The clothes he's wearing strike him as being wrong, though he can't recall what the "right" clothes would be. They're white - like everything else - and they're very simple. He doesn't have anything to compare them to, but the material is soft and kind of thin and feels a little odd. He shrugs off his confusion about the clothes and starts for the door. Even the doorknob is white, which strikes him as strange for about half a second before he yanks the door open.
The room that he enters is spacious. Like the room he woke up in, everything is white. There's a sofa, a small table in front of the sofa, and a couple of plush chairs. There's a couple of doors leading elsewhere, and his first order of business is to see where they lead. One leads to a perfectly white kitchen which isn't interesting right now (though some part of him wonders if the food will be just as white) and the other door he comes to is locked. There should be a front door around here somewhere though, right? He doesn't want to be here. He can't remember why he's here (or anything, really) but being here doesn't seem right.]
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[This is really confusing...]
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[...This is really stupid.]
...Unless the white walls are like that to encourage us to draw all over them? Maybe the creativity they're looking for isn't in what we end up making, it's in how we solve the fucking issue they're giving us.
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And we got the cards after I tried to solve the whole cannibalism thing.
[.........]
If this entire thing is some sort of really stupid problem-solving exercise, I am going to be pissed, I can tell you that already.
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[Thank you, Naki.]
This is all really confusing but uh... I guess it can't hurt to try to work out whatever puzzles they've left for us? If they are puzzles, at least.
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[The voices of these people, these two.]
Even if we can't work out what they want us to do, at least we haven't been punished for anything yet. So I'm going to just guess that we're on the right track.
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Yeah! I'm not sure what exactly it is we're doing right, but apparently we're doing okay somehow! So as long as we keep drawing on the walls and shit, we should be fine!
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[...]
Do you think there's anything we will be punished for?
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Uhh... I dunno. I can't really think of anything.
[Yeah, sure, that sounds convincing...]
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...You're getting weird again.
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[Naki looks worried for a moment before he finally approaches Kimbley. Hope you don't want any personal space, because apparently he's just going to try to drop his voice to a whisper and explain himself!
...He's still pretty loud though.]
I think they'd punish us for trying to escape. Y'know, if we don't actually manage to get out.
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That said, he does nod a bit at that, and he doesn't seem bothered by the utter lack of personal space.]
...Yeah. That one's kind of a given.
[He's quiet for a moment.]
We'd probably be separated for something like that. You know that, right?
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Shit, you really think...?
[He's still trying to keep his voice low, but given that it's Naki, it's not going so well.]
S-So if we... if we fuck this up...
[ohhhhhh god]
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[He reaches up, running one of his hands through the back of Naki's hair while he speaks.]
I meant what I said, I'm not going to leave you alone. If that happens, I'll find you.
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...Y-Yeah. Yeah. If anything like that happens we'll find each other. That's a promise.
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Of course we're not! We'll be just fine!
[He can't properly word it, but he really appreciates it.]
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Right - so don't worry too much, okay? We'll deal with that when we've got more of an idea of what we're doing.
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[Naki looks much calmer now and the grin he's giving Kimbley isn't quite as unhinged as usual.]
But until then we can just... kinda relax here, I guess. We'll be okay. We're not in a great situation right now, but it could be a hell of a lot worse.
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[And the second they're not alright they can try to escape!!]
I... Shit, man, I dunno what I'd do without you.
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[It doesn't sound like genuine chiding, though.]
I'm sure you'd be fine.
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[He really doesn't think he'd be okay though...]
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[Hang on, hang on, he thinks he can almost remember something--!
But as soon as he's almost got a grasp on it, it slips from him and Naki looks frustrated.]
...Shit. I thought I had something for a second there.
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[He runs a hand back through his hair with a loud sigh. As usual, his bangs flop back in his face.]
Maybe it'll come to me later.
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