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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Comments

[earietale]

I don't think you should. I thought one gun thing was just a silly looking prop. Then I set some bread on fire.

[She murdered Bread. She will forever feel that sin.]

[theserpentsmiles]

[I can't believe we have to do an investigation and trial on day one.]

It's alright, I... I know my way around a gun. I won't set anything off accidentally.

[earietale]

That's...good, I guess. As long as you don't do anything stupid.

[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.]

[theserpentsmiles]

Mm, I'll try not to. [And he honestly will try! He's just. From a shounen series, that's all.]

I was trying to figure out what's in there before going in...

[earietale]

[Barbara concentrates on listening and, after a second, states her analysis.]

It sounds like a hyena that somehow swallowed a whole bunch of helium.

[theserpentsmiles]

Yeah, kind of. It's pretty obnoxious...