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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[earietale]

[It's a great idea.

She pulls the trigger-

ZAP

And suddenly the bread is on fire.

And no sooner after that she drops the laser and backs into a wall, doing mental gymnastics to try and make sense of what just happened. She manages to get out one question.]

How...how did that just happen?

[strangerpeople]

[PEW PEW PEW

You killed the bread. RIP bread. Now we can't have grilled cheese.

A moment of silence for the lost.]

[losergod]

[ And on that day, we knew we had lost a true loved one.





C just stares at the smoldering bread and then realizes they should probably put the fire out, and goes to get a cup of water, returns with it, and pours it on the bread. The bread is now sad and soggy. ]

... Well, I suppose they work.

[earietale]

[Here lies Soggy, Sad Bread. 2018 - 2018 We will remember them forever.]

H-how, though?! That shouldn't be possible! We're no where near something like this with technology!

[losergod]

I don't know what you mean. Considering Omnicubes and scented toilet paper, this is pretty low on the possibility spectrum.

[ He just shrugs. ]

[earietale]

[recordscratch.mp3]

I'm sorry, what cubes? Scented...toilet paper?

[Oh boy we get to talk about this]

[losergod]

How can you not know what Omnicubes are?

[ ... It is beginning to occur to him you might not be from the House. ]

They're essentially living computers that can teleport people, keep track of data, all that stuff. And why is scented toilet paper weird? The apple pie one is really popular. I mean, not as popular as the blueberry-flavored soap, but it's popular.

[earietale]

[As he explains, Barbara can't help but feel more and more confused. Omnicubes? Flavored soap? Data?!]

That-none of that exists. I'm not sure if it could exist. I mean...it's 1960, isn't it? Stuff like that is supposed to happen in...2010 or something.

[losergod]

The date is irrelevant in the House, I don't know what year it was, but last I was aware of, it was... somewhere around 2015 or something like that outside it.

[ So, y'know. ]

At least, that feels right, from what I can remember of my time before it. I don't know, to tell you the truth, my memories seem to still be scrambled.

[earietale]

20...2015?

[She...needs a second to process this...]

So...either you're crazy...or I'm a time traveler. And that gun is putting it in your favor right now.

[losergod]

... You probably just come from a story with a more... 50s timeframe.

[ He waves a hand. ]

I wouldn't worry about it too much, Miss. ... Although we probably shouldn't burn anymore bread.

[earietale]

I...I'm sorry? I come from...a story?

[You are not helping your case, buddy.]

[losergod]

Doesn't everyone? We're all just puppets for the audience.

[ I mean, duh, that's obvious. ]

[earietale]

[She's...really not sure how to debate this? If not for the laser she'd probably think he's just crazy, but knowing about it makes him seem more credible.]

Okay, I don't know how true that is, but...just in case, they don't want to kill us, right? The...puppet masters, or whatever they're called?

[losergod]

If a Puppeteer grows bored of their Puppet, that's only natural.

[ Why does he sound so self-assured when he says this? ]

Surely you grew bored of your childhood toys and discarded them, right? It's the same principle. Fortunately, I know all about it, so perhaps we'll be lucky and I can help us keep some attention.

[earietale]

[Not exactly the thing she wanted to hear, but better than nothing I guess.]

I would appreciate if you did that. Thanks.

So...any reason why they'd put us here? Other than just...some sort of amusement?

[losergod]

I can't really say. Perhaps everyone here is Defective.

[ It's his best guess. ]

[earietale]

And how would we be...defective, exactly?

[She doesn't want to know entirely but she wants some answers.]

[losergod]

Well, according to the laws of the House, at least, if your Soul Cube is Defective, it... essentially means you're abnormal. You know. An outcast. Someone who won't "amount to anything". Someone that needs reformatting. Fixing.

[ He looks down. Someone like him, he doesn't say. ]

This... maybe this is their idea of a new Trial for it.

[earietale]

[That...is a very not happy thought. She should probably say something, shouldn't she?]

Well, that doesn't sound fair. Why should they get to decide things like that if they're such jerks?

[losergod]

... To be honest, I don't think it's fair either. The value of "who is Defective" seems... wrong. Judging someone as "correct" or "incorrect" just seems... like a terrible thing to do. History has shown that placing those thoughts on people is what caused wars in the first place, and more than that, it's just wrong to sort your fellow humans like that.

[ He pauses, as if thinking about what he's said, and then shakes his head. ]

Well... you know what I mean. They're not MY fellows, since I'm the God of this world, but... the sentiment remains. If I weren't stuck in this vessel, I'd have a lot to say about it.

[earietale]

[...]

I...don't know what to say about that last part, but...I think I agree with the rest of it. If we'd just stop drawing lines where others are supposed to stop, things might be more peaceful. But we don't, so they're not peaceful.

[Then she blinks, seeming to realize something.]

Oh, I'm getting really off topic. The point is, they're jerks, and you seem nice so don't let them get to you. Okay?

[losergod]

... I don't mind getting off-topic, though. But I suppose your SBP must be getting low.

[ He smiles. It's even genuine. ]

You seem like a nice enough person. I can't fathom why they'd take someone like you.

[earietale]

Um...sure.

[Still doesn't understand but she'll just roll with it.]

Maybe it's just bad luck? My family isn't really known for it's fortune, and it doesn't help that some of my original plans for last night was 'be famous again by going to Beastiecon'.

[losergod]

... It could definitely be bad luck for us both. But in my case, this may have actually prolonged my existence.

[ He chews his lip for a moment, thoughtful. ]

I doubt I'm going to be as lucky as I was last time I was in this situation, unfortunately; last time all the doors in the School would open for me, wherever I went, but I have a feeling this time it's not going to be so simple. Even if that did happen, I'm not sure how we'd survive space.