Discord
05-04-2019, 08:13 PM
"I... can hear you now. Where... where am I and who are you?"
The man grinned in a way that struck you as practiced, as if he had spent hours in front of a mirror trying to get it just right. "You're in St. Paul's Regional Hospital," he said, "and you've been out of it for a while. Otaru. Japanese flu." He took out a pen from his suit pocket -- you noticed now, he was dressed in a sharp suit, like he had just come from some board meeting -- and scribbled something on his notepad before he continued. "We got here just in time to pull you back from the brink."
You searched your mind for memories, remembering otaru. You didn't remember being put here or contracting it, but you didn't remember a lot. Your head, for its part, gave you a decisive bolt of pain as you dredged up the information to your consciousness. "I got otaru?"
"Yes," he said, "about a month ago. Antivirals were stretched thin already when you showed up," he glanced around the deserted hospital, "and considering the state of the area it's kind of a miracle we were able to find you and bring you back in the first place."
Your mind swam a bit as you considered what this meant. Someone had taken you in, despite your express desire against it. Left to rot in this empty shell of a building. Had there even been anyone there to take you? You then noticed your hospital gown, bracelet, and heart monitor, and decided there must have been.
"Okay," you said, "okay I got otaru. That makes sense. But you still haven't told me who you are."
He smiled that constructed smile again, as he said, "I'm Tom Hanson, and I'm from GeoTrust."
GeoTrust. Your heart sank.
>_
The man grinned in a way that struck you as practiced, as if he had spent hours in front of a mirror trying to get it just right. "You're in St. Paul's Regional Hospital," he said, "and you've been out of it for a while. Otaru. Japanese flu." He took out a pen from his suit pocket -- you noticed now, he was dressed in a sharp suit, like he had just come from some board meeting -- and scribbled something on his notepad before he continued. "We got here just in time to pull you back from the brink."
You searched your mind for memories, remembering otaru. You didn't remember being put here or contracting it, but you didn't remember a lot. Your head, for its part, gave you a decisive bolt of pain as you dredged up the information to your consciousness. "I got otaru?"
"Yes," he said, "about a month ago. Antivirals were stretched thin already when you showed up," he glanced around the deserted hospital, "and considering the state of the area it's kind of a miracle we were able to find you and bring you back in the first place."
Your mind swam a bit as you considered what this meant. Someone had taken you in, despite your express desire against it. Left to rot in this empty shell of a building. Had there even been anyone there to take you? You then noticed your hospital gown, bracelet, and heart monitor, and decided there must have been.
"Okay," you said, "okay I got otaru. That makes sense. But you still haven't told me who you are."
He smiled that constructed smile again, as he said, "I'm Tom Hanson, and I'm from GeoTrust."
GeoTrust. Your heart sank.
>_
