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15strangers2018-07-14 01:17 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2018-07-14 01:17 pm
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Fighting For Your Life!
[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.
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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[It looks more helpful than Calvin's helmet, but she's not sure by how much.]
I think if there was something in the air we would've noticed by now.
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[He'd read it five times before leaving the room he woke up in. Enough to have it memorized, or at least most of the way. He'll have it drilled into his mind before the end of the night, probably.]
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[AKA The thing that worries her most about this situation.]
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[But, after the year he's had, he's taking it deadly seriously. He is, after all, an assassin. The helmet provides a little more anonymity and a little more defense until he gets his bearings.]
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[She has and she plans on never going in there again if she can.]
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[He doesn't have his guns or knives. What was the point of taking them away if more weapons were going to be provided? Most of his were harmless to humans, but they looked real enough,a and electricity hurts just about anything.]
I haven't been to that room yet.
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[She murdered Bread. She will forever feel that sin.]
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It's alright, I... I know my way around a gun. I won't set anything off accidentally.
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[She's got three little brothers she's used to boys doing stupid things.]
So why are you over here? Are you thinking about going in there?
[She points a thumb at the theater door. Don't go near the spooky door with creepy laughter, dude.]
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I was trying to figure out what's in there before going in...
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It sounds like a hyena that somehow swallowed a whole bunch of helium.
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