DAY 00

[thecomputer]

[Good afternoon, Citizens!

Your consciousness blurrily returns as the transport tube your comatose body was stored in opens up, admitting you access to an unfamiliar room. One wall is covered by vertical tubes, one occasionally sliding open to admit another confused person. The wall across from you has a sign saying "PROCEED TO CENTRAL HUB", with an arrow pointing at a red doorway in the corner. The wall to your right contains an unlabeled, dusty, and poorly-lit hallway with blue walls, floor, and ceiling. You can't see the end from here.

Somewhere on your person, you will find a thin, smartphone-sized object that wasn't there before. One side of it is lit up with a red background and a number of disabled menu items. Most of the screen is taken up by another message saying "PROCEED TO CENTRAL HUB".

What is this place, anyway? And who are these people stumbling in through the transport tube array?]

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Comments

[ossifragant]

[Blinking away in an unfamiliar place isn't something that just happens, especially not to Greed. He stretches out his muscles slowly, looking around the room slowly.

No, this is definitely not where he was before, that much is certain.

It might honestly be a little worrisome that someone managed to get the drop of him.]

This is new.

[stinkingdeadendjob]

If it weren't, I'd think you'd be a stranger man than you look, there, friend.

[He gives a wave and a smile, but any person can tell that the man looks fairly anxious beneath the friendly demeanor.]

Seems like we're stuck here. Unless one of us can, oh, make an exit by blowing up one of the walls?

[He gives a wink.]

[ossifragant]

[He smirks, but it's a dry look.

If nothing else, Greed is good at putting up a cool front. He readjusts the furred collar of his jacket, looking like he's taking the question seriously.]

Does that mean you have a plan?

[stinkingdeadendjob]

What? Oh, no, jeez no, I thought you did.

[He backs away, looking astonished the other man would even consider something.]

You look so much like you're from some gang, I thought it'd be no problem for you. Please tell me you can get us out of here.

[ossifragant]

[He barks a laugh. It's not entirely unfriendly, but there's a certain edge to it.]

I have no idea where I am right now. It would be a shame to bust a hole in a wall only for us to fine out we're underwater.

[But he doesn't seriously think it.

Besides, even if it's true, Greed wouldn't drown. The others here, well, it's not his problem.]

You don't happen to have something to patch up the wall if it starts spurting water, do you?

[Unfortunately, the question is clearly meant to be rhetorical because he throws all of his weight into a punch at the nearest wall--

Only for fist to meet the material of said wall with s sickening crunch. Nothing is broken, at least he doesn't think so, but his knuckles are bloody.]

What the hell?

[stinkingdeadendjob]

[The man actually punched the wall. Clay just stands back and watches, his expression more nonchalant than anything.]

... You know, when God invented walls and pain, He made it so that it would be painful for humans to try and move through walls. That's why we don't use our fists, God's invention that inflicts pain while feeling pain, and use explosives, the other invention that causes lots of pain without feeling it at all. It's pretty neat.

[ossifragant]

[It takes him a long moment to process the fact that the wall hadn't shattered under his strength. And that his Shield hadn't come up when he needed it to.

That was almost certainly not a good thing. Something that doesn't sit well with him, but like hell is he going to actually explain it. There's also the fact that his hand is still bleeding. It hasn't healed over. Healing is automatic, the white light should have already prickled over his knuckles, but instead they're sore and raw.

He'll probably need to find some sort of bandage, which is a ridiculous thought.]

Unfortunately for you, I've never had to rely on explosives.

[He's not even going to touch the comments about "God" and "humans."]

[stinkingdeadendjob]

Well it's high time you started giving them a try, buddy. You might as well be throwing butter at the walls at the rate you're going. Bony, bloody butter.

[He pauses.]

So that's it, then. We're trapped here.

[ossifragant]

[He shrugs broadly, like it doesn't really concern him. Greed isn't about to let his problems show on his face. That would be giving far too much away.]

It seems that way.

I'm sure we'll find out why we're here soon enough. There's no sense in letting people run around like ants in a maze for no reason at all.

[decrees]

[Oh, look, some guy with awful fashion sense in wearing fur around his neck just like some asshole Logan knows. Greed doesn't look anything like Reaver otherwise, which is good, but Logan approaches anyway.]

That's an understatement.

[Considering the fact that he's from medieval Europe... yeah, this is definitely new.]

[ossifragant]

[What are you talking about? His sense of fashion is amazing.

He looks surprised when he's approached for half a second; he'd been mostly thinking out loud, but he smiles just the same because being civil is something he'll attempt to do if the situation calls for it, and right now it definitely in his best interest to speak with everyone here he can.]

So it is.

Being kidnapped is a new one for me.

[decrees]

Same here. If that's what happened, I'll have to look into getting some new guards.

[Though really, they've done an incredible job in the past, so what happened?]

[ossifragant]

You're not the only one.

[...though actually, all of Greed's "guards" are already dead, but the stranger doesn't need to know that part.]

Does this technology look familiar to you in any way?

I've never seen anything like it before.

[decrees]

No, unfortunately not. I'm not sure what any of this is.

[He doesn't really look like he comes from a place with lots of technology...]

[ossifragant]

[It's true, he doesn't, but one can never be too sure...]

Neither am I. Makes me kinda nervous.

[And by "nervous" he means he has the urge to destroy it. It's not anything like the stuff the others had hidden in the depths of the laboratory, so he's not sure what wrecking it would do, just that he really wants to do it.]

[decrees]

It certainly is concerning. I don't know what most of this does or what it's for. That's certainly problematic. Technology like this shouldn't exist where I'm from.

[ossifragant]

No, it shouldn't.

Wherever we've been brought to, it's... strange.

[It's a massive understatement, but give him a moment to go on.]

If you and I were grabbed without us having a chance to notice, it's probably likely others are in the same situation.

I'm sure we'll get to the bottom of this. For now, we need more information.

[decrees]

Indeed.

[Something occurs to him then.]

Ah, my name is Logan, King of Albion. It's a pleasure to meet you.

[Well, that sounded kind of stilted, but he tried?]

[ossifragant]

[...how do you address a king.

He's never met a king before. There aren't any kings anywhere in Amestris.]

A pleasure to meet you [......] sir.

[He tried. Sort of.

Okay, no, he didn't try at all.]

The name's Greed.

[decrees]

[You... have never met a king, have you...?]

That's an interesting name.

[...So clearly you should tell him why you have that name! He's just not going to ask because the implied question is obvious!!]

[ossifragant]

I suppose it is.

[.....he's supposed to tell, isn't it.]

It's not that interesting of a story, really; the woman who named me is a real bitch.

[Greed that's not what you say when you want to avoid the discussion.]

[decrees]

[Oh dear.]

Why would she give you a name like that? Was it really just to torment you?

[ossifragant]

[He shrugs.]

Probably. She has a nasty sense of humor like that.

[decrees]

That's unfortunate. Why don't you go by another name?

[ossifragant]

[That's... a really good question, isn't it?]

I'm pretty lousy at making up names. It's still my name, even if it's a terrible one.