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one new mouse

It's been two days since the vote. Since then, there has been little activity. The speakers have never been turned on since that day, and there's been no sign of the owner of that voice. No further contact has been made, and it seems as if the group was abandoned again without a clue as to why they're here.

... Unless any members of the group are lucky enough to wake up early enough to catch a glimpse of something, uh, "new"...

In the Greenhouse, while the artificial sky is a reddish colour from "sunrise", a large metal ladder is placed in front of the sickly trees. Beside the ladder is a children's wagon, filled with apples, and on top is an upright mouse with a gas mask... Yeah, as if this place couldn't get any weirder.

The mouse quietly mumbles to itself, something along the lines of "... work... not paid... test subjects... spoiled", and holds an apple in one paw and a tape gun in the other. It appears to be taping the apples to the tree branches, one at a time, occasionally climbing down to grab an armful of apples to bring up. It's only a third way through the pile of apples (which only seems to be about a dozen...) so catch it while you can.

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[ If characters haven't awaken from the mumbling of Calhoun, they soon will be from the loud screeching of metal against metal echoes throughout the warehouse, barely being audible in the Greenhouse. Just as it was four days ago, the sound signals that the elevators have reopened. Running out and examining them, the small key card readers by each door have changed its LED from red to green once again. Upon further investigation, inside the first elevator, closest to the doorway to the Greenhouse, will one single newcomer... ]

[ Welcome to the 【 Warehouse 】. ]

[ Upon waking up, you will quickly notice just how dark it is. Asides from the single light dim light inside the elevators (named 'AMBIDEX ROOM' and a panel of florescent lights on the ceilings above the elevators, there are no other sources of artificial illumination in the lobby. Luckily, it appears that someone (Calhoun, most likely) has re-lit the small fire pits throughout to provide a greater sense of visibility, but just by a slight margin. With this, however, it'd somewhat easier to see that it's strangely empty for a warehouse. Aside from the elevators you've come out of, there's nothing else here. In fact, the longer you look around, the stranger everything looks. ]

[ Every window has been bolted shut, with no way of removing the steel coverings. Along the walls are numerous amounts of surveillance cameras, watching every bit of movement and listening to the sounds of everyone and everything. Every door is locked up tight, with no clear way of opening them, and there's one giant door with a 9 painted on it. To make matters weirder, you will find yourself with various scrapes, bruises, and dried blood. On top of that, you will all find a bracelet wrapped around your left wrist. It looks a lot like a digital watch, but you might suspect that 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 to undo. ]

[ Finally, the cherry on top of all this? You will recall nothing. ]

[ You may find objects that may resonate with you, that feel familiar in your 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 you're here? Where you even are? It'd all be one giant blur and trying to force a memory only leads to a headache. The whole situation reeks dangerous and suspicious, but there seems to be a lot of people here, so go introduce yourselves? ]

[ As for the "old-timers", come meet your new fellow test subject. They're probably not dangerous... Probably. ]

[Ugh, he feels tired and sore. And his head? Wow, what a headache. After he gets up, he can dimly see the bruises on his arms. He can't see them, but as he walks away from the elevator, he can feel some dulled out pain here and there on his body. It feels like someone clobbered him all over. Not only that, but the weight on his left wrist draws his attention next. A strange watch (is it?), not the one he usually wears. After trying to fiddle with it and getting it off (he failed), he moves his hand away from it. Okay, he can't do anything about that. What else can he do...?

Atsuro looks around as he quickly try to make sense of this situation.

Nothing about this make any sense to him. And to top it off, he...doesn't remember what happened? What?

To anyone that comes in, they would see a Japanese teenage boy, who looks to be about in the late teenage years. He's looking around with wary and scared eyes. If they get closer, they could see a cut with some already dried up blood coming from it on his cheek. He didn't notice the cut, yet.]

[ WELL THIS IS NEW... The thought of someone new arriving in this place hasn't even crossed Ellie's mind. She thought that maybe it'd be just them and that's it. The idea of more people being tossed in here is... unsettling. However, he doesn't seem super bad (unlike Hisoka...) and well, he seems just as nervous as everyone else who woke up here, so she'll approach and try not to see as unsure about the whole thing. ]

Oh boy, uh, all right, this is a thing. Okay... So! I guess you're wondering where you are and what happened and all that, right?

[ That's totally the way to greet new people... ]

[He quickly looks over when he noticed someone is approaching him. Atsuro barely looks her over when she started talking and he blinks.]

What? [Oh yeah, she asked a thing.] Uh... yeah. I have no idea what's going on. Do you know?

[So he wake up in a strange warehouse and there's this girl who came to him, asking if he doesn't know what's up. Right now, Atsuro really wants information first before he can start worrying about other things. Or anything to calm down his worries, before he starts overthinking things.]

[Two girls, actually. A small girl peeks out from behind Ellie, a cut on her own cheek and bruised legs visible between the tops of her knee-high socks and skirt.]

...H-he's hurt, too! Then was he here earlier as well...?

[ Ellie doesn't have a cool cut on her cheek like you two, but she does sports a pretty awful sliced up hand and her clothes are decently tattered, so it's not great... ]

I think so? But I've never seen him until now... [ She whispers over to Rio (wasn't this elevator empty as well? Did he just appear in it?) then faces Atsuro again. ] But well... We don't know that much more than you. I think we've only been here for a few days? All I can tell you is that we're stuck too.

[His gaze went from the taller girl to the smaller one behind her. He notices the wounds on her as well. And blinks.

"He's hurt, too"? So it's... normal to wake up with injuries? That's just raise more and more questions. He looks back at Ellie and listens to her answer. Which... wasn't that much, but it's better than nothing.]

So we're stuck in some strange warehouse and we have no idea what's going on. No leads? Notes? Anything?

[Must... not overreact and overthink things.]

I don't know about the others, but I got nothing. We got here, found a dead body, had a vote, then you got here. [ Who knew so much could happen in four days? ] There's this weird mouse thing back in the Greenhouse if you want to talk to it, though.

[ Sheeeee didn't get a chance to talk to it yet but she probably will... with someone... ]

I don't like him... but he was taping up apples. Maybe we can eat them...

[It comes out sort of thoughtful, if forlorn. Those apples looked really delicious... ]

The reason we voted was to choose who we thought murdered a girl in the elevator. We chose someone, but we just didn't have enough evidence to know anything for sure. It seems like a lot happened before we lost our memories, but nobody knows what, or why we're even here.

A dead body?

[Okay, okay. One at a time. They got here (like him), found a dead body (NOT LIKE HIM) and voted for who is the murderer. Knowing that there's someone who could be a murderer doesn't do anything to make him feel better.]

Who did you vote as the murderer? If they're here and is really the murderer, that means it's dangerous to be around here.

[He can worry about the memories in a moment. The murderer thing is a bit more pressing and immediate! He did mentally file the thing about a mouse away for later.]

A NEW ARRIVAL

Re: A NEW ARRIVAL

hello ;)

hey baby

just tell me if this isn't okay!

eww get out of here dani

let's have the loosest tagging order

loosest tagging order is my middle name

it's a good thing I love you guys so much despite that slight against me

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