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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Outside the Theater

[mementodagger]

[A child? They brought a child to this place? It doesn't show on his face, but Yurick's seething a bit. He's always tried to be kind to kids at least, since he knows all too well how cruel the world can be to them. But then... something about the way this kid moves is familiar. Back to the wall, listening, it's like the way he sometimes takes point at doors before the front-line fighters go through. This child is trained somehow.

So Yurick does the same at the other side of the door, listening as well, as his one-eyed gaze fixes on the kid curiously.]

From in the Theater

[strangerpeople]

AHAHAHA!!

AH HA, THEIR FACES!! THEY ARE SOOOO STUPID!!!

[....at least they are getting some enjoyment at least? Whoever they are? They, who also sounds like a she.

Also with an echo reverb in their voice. That’s Totally Normal.]

[theserpentsmiles]

[Well. That's. That sure is something.

Certainly sounds like the same person who wrote that list of rules, too. Obnoxious. Given how loud she(?) is cackling, she probably doesn't mind too much if they hear.]

He's not the only one listening, either. The other's helmet is removed, one eye, serious expression, Nagisa has to look away after a moment as his eyes cross. What on earth...?]

[strangerpeople]

AHAHAHA HA!

HEY. HEY! YOU TWO IDIOTS AT THE DOOR, WHY DON'T YOU TRY OPENING IT, HMMM?

[Yeah, that mocking tone sure...indicates this is totally genuine and not at all a set-up to humiliate them in some fashion.]

[mementodagger]

What the hell...? They can see us?

[He's never the first one through a door in the field, but he's sure as hell not sending someone younger than him. So how does it open, anyway? Probably not like any door he's ever seen before.]

[strangerpeople]

OF COURSE, HMHMHM! I CAN HEAR YOU, TOO!

SO! YOU GONNA TRY AND COME IN??

[theserpentsmiles]

There must be cameras out here.

[And monitors in there. Come to think of it the list of rules mentioned camerabots, didn't it?

At least the insult rolls off of him like water.]

[mementodagger]

Cameras?

[This is a clueless look being directed at you, kid. Why do people keep using all these strange terms? He lowers his voice to a whisper.]

I don't trust whoever that is. Do you think we can open the door without going through, take stock of what we see?

[strangerpeople]

[Don't mind them there's just going to be chortling.]

[theserpentsmiles]

[Okay, so technology knowledge shouldn't be taken as a given, here. Good to know. He'll question why that is later.]

Machines that capture visual information. [And then he matches the whisper.] Maybe. I don't think it's a trap....but I don't think we can assume we can do anything under the radar, either.

[mementodagger]

[He has no idea what radar is, either, but he gets the gist of the expression from context. One of them has to open this door, and Yurick still isn't sending some kid to do it (not that he's even seen twenty summers himself).]

Stay alert while I look for a handle or something.

[And so he examines the door both visually and with his hands for a knob, a latch, something. Does he hit a button, modly types?]

[strangerpeople]

[No, but there seems to be some kind of weird rectangular thingy (to Yurick, at least) that is above the door. It's blinking red.]

[mementodagger]

[Is that some sort of crystal or glass with a light behind it? What's making it flicker in and out with such a regular rhythm? He points up at it, glancing at the kid.]

Any idea what that is?

[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.]

[mementodagger]

I wish I knew what any of those were. If you can tell what we're facing, do so, but please be careful.

[Wow, he's actually worried about one of you people. Nagisa, you should be honored.

Or annoyed since it's because you're younger than him. He's not underestimating you, though.]