"Noel and Sam. Five. Two more."
"Well, we'll know them soon enough."
"Good point."
"Tap your bed."
"What."
"You called your bed, sure, but then everyone else touched their beds when they called it, so I'm guessing you should too."
"Did Cinia just call a top bunk...even though she has no arms to scale that ladder?"
"She said she wasn't born with them, I'm pretty sure, she knows how to climb a ladder with legs alone. Judging by the...uh...conversation I just heard, Echo did...something to Cinia as well."
"Judging by my perception of Echo, it's not good. Though, I'd pray to God that it's not that bad."
Sasha walked up to the bed under the stairs and touched it.
"Calling this bed again...just in case."
"So, what's your favourite colour?"
"A pretty irrelevant answer if you ask me. Besides, I wouldn't know. I don't know anything anything about myself other than 'my name is Sasha Farliasas and I'm 16 years old.'"
"And you know that—"
"That is not completely confirmed. You know that."
"Would you at least think that it could be real?"
"Already at the back burner."
"So, favourite colour? I suggest red, just because."
"But Noel and Sam already picked red. I don't think it's a good idea to roll with red."
"Fine. Try blue, or perhaps green , or orange. Actually no, this is more complicated than I thought, why do people ask about their favourite colours anyway?"
"Exactly, it's completely trivial."
"Well, since you are clearly bored of the question, what do you think we should say?"
"I got it. Ask them their expectations in this facility."
"What. Let me reinstate to you that, we were here, we had our memories wiped, we were in this facility together and expected to forge a strong friendship with seven other people, you already know what they'll say, so what's the point of asking?"
"Well, if Echo said that we are supposed to make a strong bond, asking what everyone else thinks of the facility makes a decent starting point before Echo unleashes whatever horror she has in store for us in which we would all probably be forced to bond together either to rebel or to at least get out of this situation with all of our sanity as intact as possible. Plus, in theory, it makes a pretty interesting conversation."
"Alright, go for it."
Sasha turned to face the others.
"Since we are all in this facility together, most likely against our will, our memories wiped, and now we're told that we're supposed to bond together as the best of friends like we allegedly once were, what do you think is in store for us in this facility? For me, I think our experience will be...bittersweet. It seems, judging by the quality of beds that I'm seeing here, it seems that we're going to have decent care at least, though something tells me that something bad is going to happen. I don't know what or when, but somewhere along the line, I have a slight hunch that something unpleasant is going to happen somewhere in this facility, and we are left to deal with it. That's my take on it anyway, what's yours?"