[b]Temporary Name:[/b] Brett
[b]Class:[/b] Healer
[b]Occupation:[/b] Entertainer
[b]Location:[/b] Started in the Waking Chamber and ends in Cafeteria
[b]Tagging:[/b] NPCs
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There was a soft humming, and then the sensation of a cold solid floor was felt along his back. He was lying down and his brows twitched before converging on his forehead. Slowly his eyelids cracked open and he squinted up at a dark ceiling. He was in a room…but why? Fingers twitched and eventually his body started to move as he turned onto his side and curled into a ball. The floor was lit beneath him. The blue runic circle reflecting in his coffee-bean eyes.

[color=fff200][i]Where am I?[/i][/color] it was the first question that entered his conscience. The young man laid there unmoving. His mind felt so empty. What else couldn’t he remember? What did he even know? He gently grasped his face and closed his eyes. The more he wondered, the more he got a headache. How could he think about what he didn’t know? He didn’t even know where to begin.

[i]Ssss![/i]

He glanced to the strange rectangular formation that had moved to present an opening in the square chamber. For a moment he stared at the opening, and then raised his head as he noticed several other beings just like him lying about. Were they…dead? No; they must have been sleeping just as he had been. Why…no. He wasn’t going to question anymore. If he wanted answers, then he had to go find them.

Slowly and carefully, he rose off the floor to his feet and then glanced down to see that he was wearing nothing but white briefs. Blushing softly, he crossed his hands over his crotch and glancing at the others again, he cautiously started over to the door. He stopped next to it and tactfully peered around the corner to gaze down a lengthy and empty corridor. It had been plain just like the room, and it didn’t look too bad.

Stepping through the door, he ventured down the hall, glancing at his surroundings and then back at the room he left. He noticed at the end of his trip that there was going to be another door. He felt a little nervous for he didn’t know who or what might be on the other side, but he knew that he couldn’t just stay in that other room.

[color=fff200][i]This…this is a dream,[/i][/color] he figured. It just seemed too unreal.

He stopped before the second door, thinking that he could take a moment to summon his courage, when it slid open and a bright light assaulted his retinas. Hissing a little, he flinched and looked away, clapping his hands over his eyes. He had not been ready for that.

[color=f49ac2][i]Hello?[/i][/color]

There was a voice. It sounded like a woman. Lowering his hands, he squinted about, his vision blurry.

[color=f49ac2][i]Please come over here, Sir.[/i][/color]

He crept into the next room where—as his eyes adjusted—he saw several desks arranged in a circle and behind those desks were people—but not always as he noticed with the bunny woman. She gave him a friendly smile while he stared at her as though she had rabbit ears growing out of her head. She beckoned him closer and like a frightened animal, he ventured closer to her.

The rabbit woman giggled warmly. [color=f49ac2]“You must have never seen a Lapine before. Hello there, my name is Sofia Keys, and I will be taking some information from you.”[/color]

[color=fff200]“I’m sorry but…I think I might have lost my memory.”[/color]

Sofia simply nodded. [color=f49ac2]“Mhm, that’s expected. What would you like to name yourself?”[/color]

He arched a brow. [color=fff200]“Excuse me?”[/color]

Sofia cocked her head and smiled, her red eyes glimmering. [color=f49ac2]“I need a name from you. You can simply make one up until you remember your real name.”[/color]

He felt silent as he contemplated something as simple as a name. “John” seemed too common. [color=fff200]“I…suppose…Brett?”[/color]

[color=f49ac2]“Mr. Brett,”[/color] Sofia echoed before she glanced down at a tablet and her slender fingers blurred as she tapped out his name and other information (mostly appearance) on a keyboard on the screen. When she was finished, she looked up with a smile and welcomed, [color=f49ac2]“Hello Mr. Brett. Welcome to Alta. That is the name of our world.”[/color]

She then rose a little from her chair and waved her hand to the other stations. [color=f49ac2]“Please proceed to the next station where our receptionists will continue to help you.”[/color]

Brett did as he was told going from one station to the next getting his vitals recorded in a machine and several other strange examinations of not just the body but the mind too. Eventually he was given a blue jumpsuit and some footwear and he wasted no time in getting dressed. He zipped it up to his neck and then zipped it down a little to below his collar. A receptionist pointed him in the direction of another door and curiously glancing back at the man who continued to point in the direction where he needed to go, Brett followed his gesture over to the door. When the door opened, a wave of heat and delicious smells washed into him. Closing his eyes, he couldn’t help but inhale the pleasant aroma as a smile broadened on his face.

[color=fff200][i]Not a dream…this is heaven[/i][/color], he thought.

His last instructions were simply just to eat and he didn’t find them hard to follow. There were several tables and chairs but…where was the food? He could smell it but didn’t see it anywhere. He wandered over to one of several screens and stared at it curiously. The language was…unlike anything he had ever seen before.

Blinking, Brett scratched his head. [color=fff200]“I can’t read this.”[/color]

The text on the screen then suddenly changed to a language he could understand. The screen asked: [i]What do you want to eat?[/i]

[color=fff200][i]Can it understand me?[/i][/color] Brett wondered before he answered: [color=fff200]“…how about a hot dog?”[/color]

Suddenly, there was a whirring noise and the metal hatch beneath the screen opened as a burst of air shot through it, tossing up a plate with a hot dog and bun on it. The hatch had closed swiftly before the plate could fall back inside. Regarding the plain hot dog in surprise, Brett couldn’t help but grin.

[color=fff200]“Well look at that,”[/color] he said impressed. He reached out to take the dog, feeling the warm fluffy bread and the heat pouring off the link. He took an inspecting bite out of it and he didn’t think he would ever stop smiling. For being a plain dog it tasted better than he thought it would. Cramming the rest of it in his mouth, he stammered through full cheeks:

[color=fff200]“How about a bratwurst? Mustard; sautéed onions and green peppers…”[/color] He figured that he would have to be descriptive. The machine gave him exactly what he ordered and Brett couldn’t resist trying to come up with more things for the machine to purvey. It wasn’t long before he was taking a seat at one of the tables with a full tray of western-style food: cheeseburgers, fries, pizza, hot dogs, soda pop, and an apple just because he felt he might have been overdoing it with the junk food. He couldn’t understand why he was so hungry, but he was excited to dig in.

Bringing his hands together, Brett smiled as he wanted to pray…pray to who? He raised his bowed head to stare obliviously across the table. He couldn’t understand why he had wanted to do it. Whatever. He just happily dove into his meal.