idolpro | Heart: Nychta

you wake up to darkness and the smell of damp, old iron, fabric dust, stagnant cold air. hunger burns in the pit of your stomach and the back of your mind, its own presence, quiet but relentless.

the room you're in is a plain square, surprisingly large, and dark except for the sliver of light through the crack of the open door on the opposite wall. it may have been fully padded, once, but much of the fabric was torn entirely away from the concrete walls and left to rot on the floor below, exposing concrete gouged so deeply in places that the internal rebar is exposed.

Edited 2020-02-18 17:46 (UTC)

you exit into a hallway. the hunger stabs a little at your gut.

the air is less damp and stale, here, the surroundings less damaged. sure, there's some crumbling tile here or a bit of ceiling stained there, but nothing similar to that fucking room. Here, it's open, and there's nowhere to hide.

the lights here are more like dim spotlights than anything; they probably need to be changed...

there are three exits. the north doorway leads back to that fucking room: you can see it locks from this side. the east doorway is slightly ajar, with bright light shining through. the south doorway, at the end of the hall, is a set of swinging double doors.

roll for control.

this room is wide and brightly lit with a strong sterile smell, the operating table empty and clean. the table beside it holds multiple stainless steel dishes of various surgical tools; scalpels and forceps and little bottles. a needle labeled "sedative" in someone's neat handwriting sits, filled with yellowish liquid. a small roll of bandages sits beside it.

your presence causes a shadowy mass in the corner to rise, out of place in the bright white of the room, and very nearly eye level with you. It looks like a dog, maybe, if dogs' coats were coated in smoke and yellow eyes opened all over to stare, unblinking, at you.

the only exit is west, back the way you came.

you enter the cafeteria.

it's clean in here, the overhead lights dim but working, but there's signs of previous damage; irreparably stained floors, bent metal legs on tables and chairs, tables entirely broken but still technically usable folded and propped up against the far wall. between them and the wall, there's enough space for a person to crawl through.

through an open archway, you can see the gleam of the brushed steel of the kitchen appliances, bare and clean, and a set of sealed double doors with a sign to the right of them that says Freezer 1.

there are three exits. the double doors to the north you came through. another set of double doors to the south. a single door next to a window to the east, hanging off its hinges.

Edited 2020-02-18 17:52 (UTC)

it's a very, very large walk-in freezer. and it's desperately cold in here.

it's sparsely populated, mostly by small items in various crates, boxes, and bags, and one large package wrapped in cloth, stained brown. the shelving is high and deep enough to fit under and hide, if one needed to, but the cold makes staying still for too long very uncomfortable.

you exit into the only outdoor area you've seen in this entire place. it's not a very large courtyard-- maybe the size of the cafeteria itself-- and the only things in it are a few meager offerings of entertainment that mostly look like someone's old trash: crumbling cement cylinders, bald old tires, some rusted criss-crossed rebar haphazardly propped against one of the walls. one or two of these are large enough to fit a person under, hiding them away.

the walls are all high, twelve feet or so, and the top is solidly secured with metal rebar mesh laced through around the edges with concertina wire, many of the edges rusted and stained. the sky visible through the gaps is overcast and dull, grey.

there's two exits; west, through a door broken off its hinges, and south, to a closed metal doorway.

it's another hallway. there are lockers against the wall here, big enough for a single person to hide inside of. the overhead lights are slightly dim, casting shadows to the side of the locker rows.

there are three exits. North, through a set of double doors. the door to the east is locked. there's a set of swinging doors to the south.

it's a hallway, with some windows looking out into the yard. the hall is bare and empty, and the ceiling lights seem to be out. the only light is from the windows.

there are three exits.

the door to the east at the end of the hall is locked, with a plaque that reads "Plover." the door at the end to the south is closed but unlocked, with a plaque that reads "Dr. Ogata." the door in the middle to the east is cracked open.

this room is wide and dimly lit with a strong sterile smell, the operating table empty and clean with only a spotlight over it. the table beside it holds muliple stainless steel dishes of various surgical tools; scalpels and forceps and little bottles. a needle labeled "sedative" in someone's neat handwriting sits, filled with yellowish liquid. a small roll of bandages sits beside it.

there are a couple of large containers in the room that are large enough to hold a person or two, unlocked.

you enter a doctor's office. the room was plain and white, with only the necessary equipment for a quick check-up like any office might have. the overhead lights are bright and the whole of it smells strongly sterile, everything impeccably clean.

or... it would have been clean, not for the massive monster huddled, unmoving, against the one wall. it's bulky, with thick plated scales running all down its back, its muzzle long and wide with many, many teeth. it oozes from just about anywhere there's a gap between plates or an open space, slippery black liquid pooling under it, color reflected like an oilslick. you can just barely see a doorway behind its body, leading south.

a man stands near it, pausing in pulling his gloves on to look at you. he's just about middle-aged, with short-cropped black hair and a pair of round glasses.

there are two exits, to the north and west.

you enter a wing with multiple doors lining the hall and leading to small rooms. each of the room has a nameplate on the door.

the first one you see reads:

NAGANO, NORIE
Female | v1.0

there's another smaller plate below it, in red, that reads

[ DANGER! DART FIRST ]

all of the nameplates read similarly, the others having higher numbers, and a good handful of them have additional plates as well.

[Venus wakes up slowly, blinking in the darkness and squinting when she sees the light. She frowns a little as she pushes to her feet and goes toward the light, only to trip and fall on her face before she makes it.]

Oh geez...

This doesn't look like it's gonna be very fun...

[She gets back up and then goes to poke at the light as much as she can.]

[ Talon comes to with a sound somewhere between a groan and a growl, frustrated and angry from the get-go. He takes a minute to check his own pockets to see if he's been left with his phone or dagger before approaching the door to peer through the crack, careful not to jostle the door itself. Can't risk an unexpected creak giving him away to whoever brought him here! ]

at least most of the floor is cushioned. or whatever's left of cushions.

the door is heavy iron, with a sliding view window near the top of it. but it's open.

you have nothing on you except the clothes on your back and the presence in your head, seemingly reacting to your anger.

you peer through the gap in the door; there is a hallway on the other side, dimly lit.

Edited (i fucked up) 2020-02-18 20:46 (UTC)

[It's open...? She pushes the door open then, and goes through, squinting in the light.]

you touch the door--

you're burning. you can't see. your heart beats, exploding with fire. your veins are full of lava, clinging to every inch of your body, relentless. you don't know how long it's been, when you can finally open your eyes, your mouth dry and head pounding. you distantly hear someone speak-- distantly hear yourself respond, with much struggle-- and then you're alone.

you're alone, in this fucking room.

-- and open it, grinding slightly against the cement, to a hallway.

increase hunger by 1.

Edited 2020-02-18 21:02 (UTC)

[ heading into the hall in that case ]

[ what the fuck

ugh. this surely isn't good, but—an open door, and light, well, that's something. immediate problems can be solved. what's outside the door, if she peeks through, first. ]

you touch the door--

you're burning. you can't see. your heart beats, exploding with fire. your veins are full of lava, clinging to every inch of your body, relentless. you don't know how long it's been, when you can finally open your eyes, your mouth dry and head pounding. you distantly hear someone speak-- distantly hear yourself respond, with much struggle-- and then you're alone.

you're alone, in this fucking room.

-- and open it, grinding slightly against the cement, to a hallway.

increase hunger by 1.

Edited 2020-02-18 21:02 (UTC)

you peer through the gap in the door; there is a hallway on the other side, dimly lit.

[ fine. great. let's go, that's better than this. opening the door and heading out. ]

you touch the door--

you're burning. you can't see. your heart beats, exploding with fire. your veins are full of lava, clinging to every inch of your body, relentless. you don't know how long it's been, when you can finally open your eyes, your mouth dry and head pounding. you distantly hear someone speak-- distantly hear yourself respond, with much struggle-- and then you're alone.

you're alone, in this fucking room.

-- and open it, grinding slightly against the cement, to a hallway.

increase hunger by 1.

[ He staggers on the way out of that fucking room, fist pressed to his mouth and biting down on his own knuckles to stifle any sound while he reels from that—hallucination? Memory??

It's alarming, but he doesn't have the time to spend worrying about it yet. He takes a deep breath and moves as quietly as he can through the hall, heading for the east doorway to peek through the crack into the next room

Rolled 13 control ]

[ hhhhh. alarming. that... wasn't her memory, but whose was it?

all right, well—maybe there's something to eat, somewhere out here. double doors would be to the outside, usually, so she heads to the south doors.

rolled 13 control. ]

Heart: Nychta

that fucking room

hallway

surgical suite 1

cafeteria

Freezer 1

the yard

hallway 2 electric boogaloo

hallway 3 times the charm

surgical suite 2

ogata's office

dorm hall

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