"An extra-dimensional prison seems like a ludicrous expense for less than forty people. It'd be far more efficient to house them in their own dimensions. I guess it could be something like the Stanford prison experiments and the jailers are here with us, gaslighting us, but it's been nine months. If they're trying to get us to turn on each other, they're doing a shitty job of it."

She ran her fingers across the countertop and shrugged to herself. There were prison worlds she'd heard of, but even still.

"The conditioning is plausible, but other than 'pink isn't evil' or maybe that it is, I can't think what they're going for. An experiment sounds more plausible, or some kind of Limbo or holding dimension where they're keeping us on ice 'til they need us for something."