Time: An hour after waking up
Location: Unknown
The walls were unresponsive to any cries any of the twelve made. It cared not for anything they said or did. Time passed, and when an hour had gone by since they had each woken a section of the wall, opposite the bathroom door, slid back into the wall and revealed a door just like the one for the bathroom. Opening the door would reveal the hallway. With the twelve identical doors, six on one side six on the other. A small silver plaque would bear the number of each person's room.
A soft, but robotic, feminine voice comes over the intercom "Please proceed to the Galley. It is mealtime." There are no apparent speakers. No further information is given.
Location: Room 10 -> Hallway
Skill: N/A
Luke had yelled himself hoarse. He had kicked and punched walls. But they were hard and unyielding and he knew his flesh's limits in a way he couldn't explain. He also knew the price of breaking that flesh. Something small from punching a wall probably wouldn't cause him to bleed out, but he was in an unknown situation. He couldn't trust that if something did go wrong he would get the necessary care. So he sat against a wall staring at the ceiling out of his reach.
The ceiling had the only apparent exit. A vent. Covered by tight grating and heavily secured. It would take special tools to remove the grating. One of those tools being a ladder. The dresser apparently was also bolted to the wall.
He wondered if this was a punishment. He could not figure out what for. Luke had no memories. What kind of punishment would take away the memory of the crime? The concept of Hell was an idea that had arisen as well. That seemed to imply that he had some religious background, but it didn't seem rigorous because as he tried to examine his knowledge about religion he came up short. Unless sports were a religion. That information came to him easily. He could name teams for a dozen different types of sports and their rules. Interestingly when he tried to recall a player he couldn't find a face, but facts about them were like a Rolodex. All at his fingertips if he just knew where to look.
He heard a click and then the sound of metal moving. It wasn't grating, but he was quickly aware of it. Luke looked at the source and saw a section of the wall disappear into itself. Revealed behind it was a door. Exactly like the bathroom door. He jumped up and opened it.
He was not alone. For the first time since this began he saw other faces. Luke could have shouted for joy. Except he didn't recognize any of the faces either. He suspected they could have been any one of the names from his mental Rolodex of sports facts and he still wouldn't have known them.
"So any of you know what is going on? Or are you all just as clueless as I am?" An Asian looking guy standing outside room seven shrugged.
"Search me." He added.
"Who are you?" That confirmed that Luke didn't know the guy at least. Or he had no memories either.
"Luke, and you?" "Noah" Luke looked at the others emerging from their rooms. There looked to be about a dozen.
"The voice said we should go to the Galley. Anyone know where that is?" A black guy asked. He had a slight British accent, but that at least made Luke feel better about not calling him African-American. Luke tilted his head wondering how he knew that, and what other information would fill in blanks as he experienced.
"Pick a direction. There's only two." One of the girls said. She had violently pink hair, and started down the hall to her left.
Location: Room 2 -> Hall -> Galley
Skill: N/A
Irritation and boredom led to Tessa exploring more thoroughly. She wanted to know what she had to work with. Which as she searched the room it became increasingly clear that was a fat lot of nothing. She was kneeling in front of the sink, looking under it. Surprised at how well stocked it was. How long was she going to be here? She wondered as she started to stand up something caught her eye. It was brown against brown, that's why she hadn't noticed it the first time. Tessa leaned in closer. It looked like a few droplets of blood, but she was no scientist. She couldn't be certain.
Tessa almost leaped for joy when the door appeared and opened. She ran for it and was the first one out. The hall for one terrifying moment was empty, but then other doors started opening. It seemed the group was mixed, half females, and half males. Tessa was thankful for other faces, but none of them clicked anything in her memory. It was still a giant void. A bit of conversation passed between them. Tessa's stomach grumbled and she wondered how long it had been since she had eaten. Putting in her two cents she turned to her left. There was a set of double doors in front of her.
She pulled the handle and found herself in what must be the Galley. There was a large table with twelve chairs at it. Goodie. They were in high school again with a class of twelve. Hanging from the ceiling just past the table was a four-sided touch screen. Tessa went to it first. The screen reacted to her presence and words appeared "Please select" with several images of basic breakfast type foods. She picked pancakes, with several toppings. There was a slight cathunk and a sliding door under the touch screen moved aside to reveal piping hot pancakes.
The screen now said "Please remove your selection". Tessa did so and turned around holding the plate.
"All weirdness aside, that is cool" She took a seat at the table, nearest the machine.
"So, do we need to do an ice breaker? Or is this going to be a silent meal?"
Location: Room 5 -> Hall -> Galley
Skill: Cooking
Gordon stepped up to the weird machine after the girl with pink hair. He agreed with her, they'd have to do a round of introductions. It was unclear how much they'd have to deal with each other, but considering the room they were in it was going to be just the twelve of them. He had no idea for how long.
He pressed a few buttons and discovered a screen on the machine that allowed him to give cooking instructions. He grinned and started typing quickly. Adding ingredients and instructions quickly and from memory he had no idea he had acquired. It took the machine a long time to get his request in, but that probably was because he had done a special order. After about five minutes the machine cathunked like it had for the girl and opened to reveal enough food for the group to split amongst themselves. Gordon seemed to have found the maximum limit of how much food the machine could process at once. There were dozens of different types of pastries piled on his tray including beignets and croissants. He had also figured out how to get jams and honey. There were lastly two large carafes, one of coffee and one of orange juice. With enough cups for everyone.
"That is a cool machine." He said echoing the pink-haired girl.
"I do wish I could do the cooking myself. We shall see if what it has made is palatable." Gordon spoke with a slight French accent, marred only by his time traveling for his education.
"My name is Gordon." He introduced himself while pulling apart a croissant.
So far he only knew Luke and Noah's names. None of the girls had offered their names, and the two black gentlemen hadn't even spoken yet. One of them looked like the military type, had that chip on his shoulder feel. He also wasn't going near the machine as if he expected it to bite him, or was waiting for those who were eating to keel over poisoned. Gordon had given that a thought, but he was too hungry, and if whoever had put him here had wanted to kill him they would have already.
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