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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[losergod]

[ In his bunk, when he awakens, the first thing C does is sit up, looking at his hands and himself, then he pinches a lock of hair off his head--white. (After he's taken that helmet off, of course.) He observes it for a moment, then shakes his head.

His head is... not feeling great, but when you're used to being beaten up by your fellow students on the daily, it's practically nothing. On that note, he reflexively touches his face, and hey presto, no bruises or bandages, wow that's surprising.

Seeing what vessel he's in comforts him somewhat, though. Vincent, he thinks to himself. He can at least confirm that his memories aren't as scrambled as they could be. He remembers those parts. That's... good, at least. But something feels off. He just can't place what, at the moment. He'll fiddle with the watch for a bit, looking through the profiles. He must gather information on this world. That's top priority.

Eventually, he does leave his bunk to go exploring, mostly, he's looking for somewhere to wash his hands, so he makes a beeline for the bathroom. Unfamiliar place, he's been in an unfamiliar bed... he feels unclean? Yeah. Gotta fix that.

After that, he'll approach the Library and see if he can find any good books in there. Time to comb over what they've got, he supposes. It can't be any worse than "How to become a millionaire by clicking pop-up ads", right? ]

[backuphero]

[Excuse the startled yelp at the sight of another person as you're headed for the door, C. Jonathan might have been about to get up and leave too, but he wasn't expecting a stranger.]

Sorry about that, but... do you know where we are?

[losergod]

[ He shakes his head. ]

I haven't the slightest. I recognize this vessel, though. It's familiar to me. But this location isn't. It feels... abstract.

[backuphero]

"Vessel"...?

[He shakes his head, plainly confused.]

Nevermind. What do you mean, "abstract?"

[losergod]

[ He waves a hand at them to indicate the area. ]

It's an odd setting choice, isn't it? This place. It's... abstract. The tech is very... um. Well. Not old, but it's definitely old enough.

[backuphero]

If I didn't know better I'd think we jumped into some magazine cover and then... this happened.

[He gestures down at his suit, and then at the room, vaguely, standing up as he does so. When he speaks again, he doesn't stop looking around the room, plainly uneasy.]

But if we had, then I wouldn't have woken up alone, and you're a person, not a monster, and - there's words on that thing.

[Time to investigate the computer, not that he's got a clue what it is. And wow, what words those are!]

I - hey, come over here, could you? Tell me I'm not reading this right....

[losergod]

[ Coming over to read them!

And then his face pales as he does so. Oh. Oh my. ]

... Are they expecting us to murder in order to leave?

[beguiledcard]

[ Akira's in the library, too. He's frowning hard at some of the crap he sees here, a sigh escaping him as he shoves something back onto its respective shelf. ]

I guess that's one thing the mall had going for it...

[ Hi, C.

While turning so his back is just barely resting against the shelves, he scrubs a hand through his hair. A blind person would be able to see he's not doing great. But he's giving C a small smile - a forced one that's far from reaching his eyes. ]

Settling in okay?

[losergod]

[ He tucks "How To Differentiate Different Sprinkles" back into its assigned slot and sighs. ]

That would depend. Several people seem to think I'm crazy, and we set some bread on fire by accident. It was... kind of a waste of food, now that I'm thinking about it.

What about you, Mister Kurusu?

[beguiledcard]

[ Yeeeeeah he'd smelled the bread, and it had made him Nervous, but... after seeing it was just kitchen woes, he'd left it alone. ]

Join the club... Besides, being viewed as sane is boring, if you ask me.

[ A small frown is given. Though... it might be difficult to tell? Namely because he's blocking the view with his arm as he twists a strand of bangs. ]

Normally, I'd try to say this is no Wilton, but it could always be worse, because people like optimism... [ tl;dr he's feeling very "fuck that" right now ] But I genuinely feel like the bar is at least within tripping range, with this place.

[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...

[beguiledcard]

Absolutely.

[ It's said with a firm nod. ]

You're talking to a guy who wound up with the power to fight in a place called the Metaverse.

[ His eyebrows lift a tiny bit. ]

Coming together as a group... That's what got us through our time in the mall. [ yet there's distance in his expression ] Usually, it's a matter of rallying everyone together for a motivational meeting about determination and trust.

[losergod]

[ He frowns. ]

How do you propose we do something like that, though?

[crouching_sin]

[Naoya is wandering the library as well, looking for anything that seems good or useful.]

[He glances over at C when he picks up a book, curious.]

What's that one?

[losergod]

"How To Differentiate Different Sprinkles."

[ WHY is he reading this. ]

... Informative about the difference between orange and light orange sprinkles, but otherwise unhelpful on how to get us out.

[crouching_sin]

That's... quite the book. I don't know why someone would write something like that...

[losergod]

[ He sighs, perhaps a bit too dramatically. But he is given to drama, he supposes. ]

To fill a library with information, but information that is useless. Or something like that. If I were going to want to put filler in my scene, it would be books like this, after all. They're smart. That way we can't really complain about a lack of books. There's books.

They're just horrible, and unhelpful.

[crouching_sin]

[Ah. So it's going to be a conversation like that.]

It is. Someone did a bad copy-paste job. Or they just put a randomizer together to throw together book subjects...

[losergod]

[ That actually gets a chuckle out of him. ]

Someone definitely was on the internet late into the night hitting the random book generator in this library. There's some weird stuff in here. Whoever made this setting had no idea what they were going to actually fill it with. Over five hundred pages of being uncertain on whether indigo and blue are the same color for a sprinkle! Garbage. If we want information, I doubt it's going to be in this library.

... Sad to say.

[proveavillain]

[ Richard didn't even realize that there were designated washrooms for men and women, just made a lucky guess when he entered the room marked "M"...and stared blankly at the sinks within. What... of course, another strange thing he's never seen before.

At least seeing another person putting their hands under running water makes it a little easier to guess what these are for. He's still not sure about the computers... ]

Interesting...

[ He steps a little closer, watching the water with interest. ]

[losergod]

[ C looks back, frowning. He'd already washed his hands at least once before he noticed Richard, and he was frankly going to wash them at least four more times, but... ]

... Filthy...

[ He shakes his head, sucking in a breath to try to address the other person in the room. ]

D-did you need the water?

[proveavillain]

[ For a moment Richard thinks he addressed that word at him and his arms reflexively folded across his chest, conscious of the fact that his clothes show off his breasts far more than he'd like. ]

Oh...no, I was just looking around. Where I'm from, water has to be carried in, I've never seen it brought in like that before...

[ Honestly, he wishes he had that back home. Bathing would be much less troublesome without having to call servants to fetch water for his tub first... ]

[losergod]

[ His hand almost itches for the water again, twitching for a moment, but he reflexively stops himself. You'll scrub them raw, he can almost hear Miss Wiltshire saying.

He just breathes, trying to calm the storm inside his mind. ]

... I imagine it must be quite a shock, in that case. I'm afraid I'm quite accustomed to it, but I admit it doesn't really help. This place is probably crawling with contamination, and I'll never feel clean... the knowledge someone else put this suit on me, and not knowing who did it and where it's been... really bothers me.

[proveavillain]

[ His face twists with similar distaste, shuddering and pulling his arms in tighter. He had been trying not to think about that too much, actually...that someone had removed his bindings...had replaced his underwear...seen this body he does his best to hide. The fact that someone knows... ]

I...hadn't thought of that, that it might be...to not know where it's been before doesn't bother me so much. But that someone undressed me...

[ He frowns. ]

Clearly the people responsible for this place do not care much for privacy...

[losergod]

[ Well, he thinks, at least he isn't alone in his dislike of the subject. ]

I really hope whoever took us realizes what a violation of privacy this entire ordeal is. ... I'm sorry you had to go through it, as well.

[ Don't think he didn't notice some of those reflexive movements earlier. Either you're like him, or you simply have your own problems. Either way, he feels nothing but sympathy. ]