15strangers | Fighting For Your Life!

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[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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[ C is already in the library when Nagisa gets here. He's reading a book, "How To Differentiate Different Sprinkles".

Why he's reading this is a mystery, but he closes it when he sees Nagisa. ]

Trying to find information?

[ He offers, hoping to help. ]

[...Why. Why did someone feel the need to write a book on that. Are there that many kinds of sprinkles? Nagisa's search isn't so intensive he won't look away.]

That and trying to see what's available if we are stuck here for a while.

[ He has no idea, but he's reading it anyway because that's... what he does. ]

Probably for the best. I have a feeling we're going to be stuck here for quite some time. ... How inconvenient. I seem to keep finding myself trapped like this.

You've been trapped like this before?

[Now that, that is some important information. Probably. If this isn't someone's first rodeo, so to speak, answers might be available in their memories.]

In a sense, yes. I was trapped inside the House, when I shouldn't have been. I didn't intend to stay there forever, but you know how these things happen.

[ Said nonchalantly, like being trapped forever in a meatsuit means nothing. ]

[So casual...Nagisa's brows furrow a little. He doesn't understand. Not yet.]

Can you explain a little more? What house?

The House is... it's a strange place. It's hard to explain. It's absolutely infested, though. Literal parasites running the shops in the town... and of course the ridiculous Socialization system... and... you know, I could sit here and tell you about it all day, really, but the most pertinent thing you really need to know is that I did not belong there, and as a matter of fact, was planning my method of escape, I believe, when I woke up here.

... So I suppose in some sense I got out, but that... wasn't particularly what I meant. I needed out of this.

[ And he motions to his body. ]

[The house is a town? Socialization...parasites... There are a lot of things he feels like he needs context to understand, and it's not context he's getting. He feels like he's hyper-aware of the other's face and he doesn't know why, and that thought is distracting him. Ugh. It's like he's been drugged again, except he's mostly clear-headed...]

Out of...your body? [Wasn't he trapped in a house, or a town, or...? ...oh, no.] Are you- ah, never mind.

[It would be rude to just ask outright like that. He finally takes off his helmet to scrub at his face with one hand.]

Yes!

[ He seems very excited when Nagisa says the first bit. ]

That's precisely what I needed out of. This vessel is very constricting for the God of this world, after all. I like to be able to come and go from any body I wish.

[Vesse...l... God? That's a new one. But he'll take a god complex over a yes to the question he stopped himself from asking, which was "are you suicidal".]

So...normally, you can take control of different bodies, but now you're stuck in one? Or have been stuck for a while? [It sounds like something from one of Fuwa's manga....or from a video game or something...]

... Unfortunately, yes. I was stuck in this body for a little while before this. It's been incredibly cumbersome.

[ I mean, you have no idea Nagisa, but that's a whole other can of worms. ]

It's not that I particularly mind this vessel. In fact, they're someone I care about and I'm happy to protect it, but... well, imagine being constricted to one room in your house forever.

It's that sort of thing.

...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.

... 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. ]

What happens if you do?

[He shakes his head; he'd noticed much of the same, but it's not what he'd meant.] They had to get us in here somehow. In the worst case scenario, they kept us unconscious for a while and built this place around us, but I don't think that's very likely... And if there was a way in, there's a way out.

... I... I don't know. I can't.

[ It's said questioningly. He really does think hard about it, though. ]

If that's the case, there was probably a shuttle or something, but I don't know if we could call it back.

Is there some reason you can't?

[A shuttle...well. It's not like Nagisa's never been to space, but....can he talk freely about his class's special activities yet? Best not...] That's if we're actually in space. We still might not be.

... My job is to Observe. For me to move around freely would be... odd. It's better to do that using vessels.

[ This is only a partial lie. The real reason, and he knows it, is that he's trapped in one room, and cannot leave. ]

I don't really know where we are, but it doesn't change the fact finding a way out is going to be difficult at best.

[Something's...bugging him about that explanation, but... His head's swimming, what on earth is going on?]

'Difficult' isn't the same as 'impossible'. And a lot of things we call impossible actually aren't.

... No, I suppose it's not. What would you suggest, then?

[ This kid's optimism is inspiring, at least. ]

For now, we need information. Any little thing we can find will help.

[Thus, the books! He pulls one off the shelf, flipping through a few pages.]

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