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?]

[[Beyond the three prompts below, anyone may start their own prompts to mingle or go off and do their own thing or whatever else they want!]]

Comments

[cantarellacookie]

[She's not even the only person who has it here.

The girl seems to take the time to think about this question.]

Not really.

[Her own tone is blandly pleasant.]

[ossifragant]

[Well... that's interesting, to say the least.

Greed himself is a fairly chatty man, so if the girl is content not to say much, well, he'll have to see if he can change that.]

What's your name? You can call me Greed.

[Never mind that this is an extremely odd name for a man to introduce himself as, though he apparently sees nothing wrong with it.]

[cantarellacookie]

Anthy Himemiya. Pleased to meet you, Mr Greed.

[Her words are said in the same quiet tones. The little monkey with the tie and earring, meanwhile, has scampered up to sit on her shoulder now that he's no longer having to endure being force-fed.]

[ossifragant]

A pleasure.

[She's an odd one, but Greed isn't the sort to question things. Especially not now, when they're all fully well trapped inside this place.]

The food we have to choose from is a little odd, isn't it?

[cantarellacookie]

I'm not sure if it's for humans at all. Chuchu certainly won't eat it.

[Does she mean the little monkey-mouse? Maybe.]

[ossifragant]

It doesn't look edible, does it?

[It's not like he needs to eat, but not doing it might make him look rather suspicious.]

What does Chuchu normally eat?

[He's going to assume that she means the monkey-mouse thing, because he... really doesn't know what else she could be talking about. That really is an odd looking thing, whatever it is.]

[cantarellacookie]

Any human food that's around. He especially likes bananas.

[ossifragant]

[It doesn't look like there's any food available except for... whatever the hell this gross slop is. That's probably going to be a problem for everyone.]

I hope the little guy doesn't mind going on a diet.

[That is a strange looking thing. It kind of looks like a chimera now that he thinks about, but tiny, and... pet-like. Greed doesn't think anyone would actually own a pet chimera. The idea is a little creepy, actually.]

[cantarellacookie]

I think he'll probably eat when he's hungry enough.

[Whatever he is, she's going to scritch between his ears.]

[ossifragant]

[He smiles. It's slight, but polite.]

Guess he won't be able to turn his nose up at it if that's the only option he has, huh?

[cantarellacookie]

That's the idea.

[She smiles back just as politely.]