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[color=8EE5EE]"Mnhh..."[/color]
A soft voice wafted into the cold, steely air of the remarkably tiny room. A lone figure lay crumpled up against the wall of one of the many steely elevators (this, in particular, was elevator number 12) possessed by the alien building in which she would find herself. Marianne's eyes quietly flickered open, her gaze directed upwards towards the equally steely ceiling. It made her blink, and then with a wordless sigh, nuzzle her chin into her shoulder and try to fall asleep again.

It wasn't common for Marianne to experience unreal dreams such as this since she had been admitted to Axis and was administered anaesthesia preceding her surgery. A lot of the time, she would phase in and out of being conscious in her ward room. Her family would often be around her, sometimes friends, mostly nurses. She was almost tired of seeing the same pristine white walls, same pristine white uniforms and same pristine white teeth under the same pristine smiles that were stapled onto everyone's face at the infirmary. But of course, if it was somewhere for 'the best,' they definitely had to live up to their name.

She lay like that, motionless but breathing softly, for five minutes, still quite awake and unable to go back to sleep. There was something very peculiar about the steely air of the room - or, she would call it coppery. It tickled her nose and wasn't unfamiliar, but still registered as alien to her. The scene didn't seem to go away after that much time, either.

The static of a little television across from her in the elevator brought her attention to the world of the waking, and she found herself drowsily staring blankly at the screen, featuring a talking monochromatic bear with a single red eye. Monokuma Killgood, and a...[i]doctor.[/i] Somehow, Marianne had a little trouble believing it.
The bear was replaced with images that quickly flashed across the screen of many other people, with the still half-awake Marianne being only just able to catch snippets of the voice-over behind their determined faces. She had to admit, they were all impressive-looking. Some stood out, like a man in a metal suit and the bandaged duo, but each character was precise and unique, such as the fancy formal-wear of three peculiar gentlemen and the enchanting outfits of three other women - two small girls, and one woman with an incredibly beautiful face. The others came and went to her mind, from a toned blonde boy to a brunette with gentle eyes, to someone wrapped up in a uncomfortable scarf, to what looked like a relative of theirs, except much more awake and with much less material to hide behind. The others that registered were some more young women, sparky, dignified and easygoing, respectively, and also one who had particularly distant, vacant eyes, that seemed to stare right through Marianne from her position on the screen.

There were too many people, and it was most definitely making a groggy Marianne dizzy. Still, if the bear was going to continue blathering on, and not let her sleep, she'd be forced to wake up eventually.
She tried to move, and immediately felt a dull throbbing sting at her torso. Luckily the elevator had a rail running along the four walls, that the young woman had to cling onto and drag herself up with. She appraised the odd situation quietly, trying to collect her thoughts.

[color=8EE5EE]"I am in what appears to be an elevator. There are no buttons."
"There is a screen with a talking bear and several other people. Why are they relevant to me and this place?"
"They are all infinites. Why are there so many in one place? Is it that I am still at Axis? It doesn't seem that way. The elevators had buttons, last I remember."
"Is there a way out of this thing?"
"...what is [i]that smell[/i]?"[/color]

She staggered and put her hand against the wall she had had her back to this entire time, trying to steady her body and numb legs only just coming back to life. Her hand didn't meet cold steel like she expected, though, but a much different texture. Dried and flaky, and still runny in some places. She brought her fingers to her face to carefully try to identify the substance. It was coppery and a peculiar colour, and though the cogs took a while to turn, it finally came to her.


Her body stiffening, Marianne took a couple of steps forward, her back still to the sealed elevator door with the unknown substance, and her body almost crouching over the small television screen, as if it would save her. With bated breath, she counted to three and turned around eerily slowly.

The letters entered her vision piece by piece, until she was fully turned around and backed up against the opposite wall. The colour and way it reflected the dim light (or didn't, rather) was more a tell than anything else.

[color=magenta][b]ABANDON HOPE ALL YE WHO ENTER HERE.[/b][/color]

[color=8EE5EE]"...!"[/color]

And as the elevator doors slowly, mechanically gurgled and ground open, a bloodcurdling, shrill scream filled the entire small room, and also the area almost seventy-five metres within earshot. A defeated, dulled 'thump' sound followed not too long after.

What an eventful, [i]despairful[/i] morning this was turning out to be.