vivarium | welcome to round two

T H E W A R E H O U S E

Welcome to the 【 Warehouse 】.

Or at least, another side of the Warehouse. While unknowing to the new batch of test subjects, it's almost identical to the first group's. There are a few elevators (obviously shut tight), every window is bolted shut, surveillance cameras in every corner, and there's a giant door with a 9 painted on it. There are noticeable differences and one of them is just how dark it is.

The only source of artificial illumination in the lobby are a panel of florescent lights above the elevators, and the occasional flickering of the camera's LEDs. A few scattered and dying fire pits help provide a greater sense of visibility, but just by a slight margin. However, it's obvious to see (and to test) that all the doors are sealed tight and that there doesn't appear to be any apparent exits, which is quite a shame, really, considering that an exit would be quite desirable after noticing all the weapons littering the floor.

While they're not your typical weapons (no guns, no swords, no axes), all the items on the ground seems heavily used and splattered with blood: a shovel, a pitchfork, a rake, trowels, scissors, knives, and such on. Some have seen more bloodshed than others, but regardless, none of these items seem particularly new. They have all seen better days, and the same could be said about the test subjects.

Each and every character will awaken with various scrapes, bruises, and dried blood. The degree of injuries they may have on them will vary from character to character, but no one character will be unharmed. On top of that, they will all find a bracelet wrapped around their left wrists. It looks a lot like a digital watch, but characters will suspect it is broken, as the face is completely blank. There are two buttons on the top, but other than producing a satisfying click, pressing them does absolutely nothing. Trying to take it off is a futile effort as well, as they do not have a visible clasp for the characters to undo.

To make this entire situation worse, test subjects will recall nothing.

They may find objects that may resonate with them, that feel familiar in their hands, along with having a general idea of knowing just who they are (names, likes, dislikes, peeves, etc), but trying to remember what happened? Why they're here? Where they even are? It'd all be one giant blur and trying to force a memory only leads to a headache.

So, well, test subjects, better start figuring things out. Relying on your memories clearly isn't helping.

BASIC INFO ✖ FIRST GLANCE

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Wow, okay, did you just have to lick the blood off your hand like that?? Ellie was already feeling unsettled by this whole wake-up-with-unknown-injuries-in-a-dark-place nonsense and then she just had to have the misfortune of watching that. Thank god she found a knife earlier that she could use if Moe the Clown tried anything.

"Okay, could you be any creepier?"

"Pardon?" Hisoka was a pretty tall guy, but he didn't seem to mind looking down to speak to Ellie. He didn't dumb down his manner of speaking, either, though probably Ellie wouldn't be able to tell the difference anyway since they'd barely exchanged two lines between them.

"It seems there was quite a party. You wouldn't happen to know how we ended up here, would you? I'm afraid I can't quite recall ♣."

What a polite fellow...

She just gave a half-shrug.

"No idea. I was going to ask you that." A small pause. "Well, at least until I saw you lick your hand. Didn't want to interrupt your meal or something." No seriously, that was super weird.

"My meal?" He seemed genuinely puzzled by this for half a moment. "Oh, you mean my hand. Didn't you know? That's what you're supposed to do when you have a cut. It helps your cuts heal ♦."

Well I mean it was kind of true, it helped with blood clotting or some junk like that. Hisoka probably just did it because he was a creeper though lbr.

"No, I'm pretty sure that's only okay if it's your finger. It's just weird if you do it anywhere else."

Like Ellie had her palm sliced open but she wasn't going to lick that like a dog. It just didn't seem like a good idea overall, with the metallic taste in her mouth and not knowing where her hand was sliced. Gross...

"I'll note that for the future," said Hisoka, congratulations Ellie, arbiter of licking wounds. Not that Hisoka wouldn't just turn around and lick whatever the hell he wanted because that was how he rolled.

"How serious is your hand?" He could only see that she had blood on it, not the extent of her injury.

Please don't go around licking random people... That wouldn't be appreciated at all.

"It's not that bad..." She lied through her teeth. It wasn't awful to the point where she couldn't use her left hand anymore but it was bad enough that it would limit her hand's movement and usability until it healed. She didn't think it was a super smart idea to talk about it though, and she didn't really feel too comfortable with letting Mr Licky here take a look at it.

Hisoka smiled in what was apparently approval. "That's right. You shouldn't trust strangers ♦. Especially not here."

He'd hate to see anything happen to Ellie, after all. She was honest and independent. Both excellent traits to have.

... Fucking Christ, talking to this guy was like talking to some perv out in an alleyway: super creepy and gross. Ellie couldn't remember anything about her past, but she was absolutely sure speaking to this guy was the worst idea she ever had.

"Yeeeeeah... Okay, maybe I'll take your advice and do that right now by leaving." Because nope nope nope.

Hisoka seemed to take this as completely reasonable. "Okay. Take care. ♠"

This was him being on the less creepy end of the spectrum so congratulations Ellie, let's all look forward to the future.

Ellie had nothing to say in return. Instead, she just quickly walked her way out of there and probably to some other corner to talk shit about neck tissues or something.

Till next time, clown (which would probably be really soon considering how small this lobby is, goddammit).

welcome to round two

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