Yes, I know I haven't been around here in ages. College does that, apparently... Yes, I know Containment Leak is still hanging. Unfortunately, I feel I've been on hiatus far too long to properly drum up a voting base again, especially now that the thread is well over 10 pages long. I don't want anyone to have to reread that much to get back into the story. Hence, I've decided to start fresh this time with a classic ontological mystery. Onward, ho!
All you remember is pain from the missing time. Pain and abject horror. The first thing you notice is the overpowering scent of sweat and body odor, so strong you can taste it, causing you to cough and gag. Dazed and disoriented, you struggle to open your eyes, only to find them seemingly paralyzed, unable to even move your eyeballs under the lids. You panic for a brief instant before you fight it down and begin to take stock of the situation. Carefully feeling about, you find yourself in your bed, the familiar nightstand nearby, with the same clock and lamp as always. You aren't in your clothes, though, as the shirt you are wearing is easily two sizes too small, while the pants are long and baggy. Taking a deep breath to steady yourself, you hear and feel several of the seams and buttons on the shirt give way. At least it wasn't strangling you anymore. The room is otherwise completely silent, save for the ragged sounds of your breathing and the faint whistling breaths of someone else nearby, presumably your roommate still asleep.
You know there's a clinic on the grounds, not too far from your room, but you worry about making your way there blind. Rolling over, you manage to sit up on the bed, wincing as your entire body protests the movement. You hold onto the nightstand for support until the wave of dizziness passes. Feeling something in your pockets, you search them for any sort of clue to what had happened. You pull out a familiar-feeling pocket knife, cell phone, keyring, and wallet, along with several wadded up papers that could have been anything from napkins to notes to dollars. Fumbling the wallet open, you find a host of cards and dollar bills, but who the former belonged to and the denominations of the latter were a mystery. Now that you feel you've assessed the situation as well as you can, you try to calmly think of what to do next.
(1) Pocket knife with (4) attachments: Knife, Scissors, Corkscrew, Screwdriver
(1) Wallet with ( 8 ) cards and (20) bills of unknown value
(1) Keyring with (5) keys and (1) bottle opener