Fighting For Your Life!

[strangerpeople]

WELL SH*IKSSHSH*

[The first thing you feel when you finally come to is a headache.

The bad thing is that it's not even a painful headache - it's one of those annoying headaches that's just below the threshold of pain, and it's centered right in the middle of your forehead. Just...ugh. Where's the aspirin?

For that matter, actually, where are you? This is not your beautiful house! In fact, as get out of your bed, you realize this place isn't even remotely a home. And whatever you're wearing isn't even remotely what you recall wearing. (I mean, yeah, it's not uncomfortable, and whoever dressed you was kind enough to make sure you had underwear on, I suppose. That's one less thing to worry about, right?)

Also, you have a weird wrist...watch...comm...thing on you, which is nice. Or at least it would be, if it and every other computer in the place didn't suddenly start making the second most ungodly noise you will no doubt come to hear in this place. The noise is followed by a a message on every desktop in the area, which won't be disappearing any time soon. Thankfully, your nifty wristwatch comm is spared this unavoidable screen, and tapping a button let's it disappear to reveal a simple profile interface, alongside a a text, calling, and photo function. Something tells you those latter two won't be particularly useful to you in the long run.

In any case, apparently you now have a Title, as well as a power, even if you've never had one before. Why? Where the hell are you? Who else is with you? Can you get out?

And...is someone laughing? The sound seems to bounce off and echo faintly throughout the floors. It's high-pitched, and - as you get closer to the theater - it gets just a little louder and just a little more grating. It sounds like a rabid hyena that huffed helium. Hopefully, it's just a movie or something that can be turned off. Someone ought to go in and do that.

In the meantime, welcome, Titled - and good luck.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]


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[vividsins]

[ Oh Akira, not every demon is as nice as Kurama is. ]

...I haven't the faintest idea what you're talking about, but there's nothing I'd sign a contract for. I've something very important back home.

[ Not that... He can remember exactly what it is. ]

[beguiledcard]

[ His brow tenses as he thinks on it. For now... he'll leave it be, since he has a lot to think on, and his head is spinning a little from everything. ]

The holes in my memories aren't doing me any favors with forming a decent explanation.

[ With that, he shrugs. ]

Although, maybe they're holding that something important over your head, and you just don't remember it, yet?

[vividsins]

[ A most pleasant smile, as he says the next line: ]

I'd have utterly destroyed them if they'd tried.

[ Said like it's casual. Completely casual. Like this is a normal conversation. Like he didn't just say he'd massacre an unknown amount of people for whatever this is. But that he knows solidly: it's already what he wants to do. ]

[beguiledcard]

[ There's something very familiar in the way that smile rests on his face...

Something that feels like he should have a chill going down his spine, and yet... all Akira does is lift his eyebrows a little. ]

So... it's that important to you, huh...

[ Mmmmmmm yeah no scratch just a simple eyebrow lifting being it; there's some discreet tension going on as he considers what that could mean in terms of motives -- if this particular game follows the same, general process, that is. ]

Well, let's hope they're not that stupid.

[vividsins]

They might be. We'll just have to see. How the cards fall... Who can say?

[ And back to cleaning. ]

alcohol cw

[fashionfever]

[Deadpan mumble:] Well, if the drinks at the "masquerade" are good, that's how it's supposed to go. [Smiling with blissful ignorance through a yawn.] Otherwise I'd remember a handsome face like yours, right?

[She squints really hard at her own wristwatch and sighs, flapping her arm to indicate this thing.] 's a s-smar'watch.

[commandurr]

OH, THOSE POWERS? LIKE I'D TELL YOU! FIGURE IT OUT YOURSELF!!

[backuphero]

[...a kid with a sword is basically normalcompared to the rest of this place.

He's got no idea how old this kid is, but if he can slip into showing off forms like that he's obviously been trained... well enough that Jonathan can't keep back a low whistle.]

They've got a real weird mix of weapons in here... thought for a moment you might not know where to start either.

[commandurr]

OF COURSE NOT!!

For the record - and I should go put this on the permissions post - FOURTHWALLING IS A-OK

[backuphero]

Look, I'm pretty sure whoever wrote that isn't Dracula. I thank you for your concern, but whatever's going on here can't be worse than what I've been trained to deal with my whole life.

[Okay, the sarcasm was a little high there, and he just met this guy...

He sighs.]

Sorry. That was uncalled for.

hall!!

[theserpentsmiles]

[Don't worry about it too much, most people don't see Nagisa until they're practically on top of him. So bumping into him isn't really that surprising. He sidesteps enough to not get knocked over, at least.]

Are you alright? [Distraction can be deadly and Nagisa wants to take no chances with the 'rules'.]

[backuphero]

Yeah, I know what you mean. Waking up like this didn't help any, either....

[He pauses. He doesn't want to come off too callous (or, God forbid, paranoid), but... ]

I don't think it'll seem suspicious to anybody who thinks about that message for more than a moment. If everybody saw that, chances are someone could have taken it seriously, and if that's the case it's better to be armed just in case. Right?

[theserpentsmiles]

...That's...someone else's, and you're just controlling it. [That doesn't really. Sit right with Nagisa. But he doesn't know all the details and, frankly, that's a secondary concern. And he's not sure how true it is, yet.]

We should probably focus on getting out of this building first, though.

[backuphero]

If you think you're going to get away with this, you're dreaming.

[It's probably just going to make her louder, getting quiet, but getting that angry definitely made his headache worse. No point in continuing to scream when it's only going to amuse the crazy lady.

He's just going to walk over to a nice uncrowded spot on one of the theater's couches, sit down, and glower.]

[theserpentsmiles]

Yeah, kind of. It's pretty obnoxious...

[theserpentsmiles]

Could be any of a number of electronic locks... Card reader, fingerprint sensor, retinal scanner, voice-activated...I'd need a closer look.

[They might be a bit screwed if it's a retinal scanner, but he might be able to work around the others.]

[theserpentsmiles]

Not exactly.

[Nagisa's voice is quiet, because this is a library and he does respect that rule enough for it to be habitual. But it's effectively a private library, so it doesn't really matter anyway.]

Just looking for something identifiable.

[backuphero]

Wonder if they left us any spices someplace around here?

[theserpentsmiles]

I didn't think you would. [A gentle smile. The fact she's answering anything honestly makes her not the worst person he's ever been kidnapped by. If she was the one who did that.

The volume and tone of her voice are grating and not at all helping his building headache, but he can suffer through it. Right now he needs to get as much out of this conversation as he can.] Are there other bases like this one?

[commandurr]

WHY DO YOU CARE??

[losergod]

[ That actually gets a genuine smile out of him. ]

... Do you really think that? I don't think many people would agree. When I tell them the truth, the reactions seem to be rather... mixed. Unfortunately, with my power now completely taken from me, I've no way to prove it.

[ A beat. ]

We really need to come together as a group if we're going to get out of here. At least... that's what I would think would make sense. But I don't really... know the first thing about talking to people or achieving that unity...

[losergod]

... You... had a good time with her, huh?

[ He sighs. ]

I think she thinks I'm crazy.

I doubt he played Castlevania but he sure af knows other vampire stuff

[losergod]

[ ... He's quiet for a moment, before he just chuckles. ]

So your inner demons are more like outer nightmares. Are you some kind of vampire slayer, Mister Morris?

[losergod]

I don't see anything wrong with that, but some might perhaps call that "controlling".

[ He just has OCD, so of course he's particular about having everything nice and neat, himself. ]

[losergod]

... Yes, I am. I always have to be, I can't leave my Heavenly Domain.

[ A beat. ]

As for leaving, I'm not sure it's possible. There's a distinct lack of windows, and the space suits lead me to believe we may actually, indeed, be in space. There also seems to be quite a bit of good structural integrity here, despite how ridiculous it looks.

[ He is actually very observant, despite how insane he sounds. ]