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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[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.

[earietale]

Yeah, that might be a little more difficult for us.

But-you think we might be in space? I thought it might just be some weird, future-y dome somewhere. Could...no, that's kind of stupid to ask at this point.

[Clearly these people could pull off a lot of things.]

[losergod]

The structure lacks windows, is sealed, and contains space suits. Either it's a very convincing space station replica, or we really are in a base somewhere on some planet or moon or somesuch.

[ It just makes the most sense, really. ]

[earietale]

[And that is why Barbara is starting to freak out a little bit.]

So. We're in space. I have somehow become one of the first people I know of to go to space.

Calvin is going to hate me.

[Why is she focusing on this? Because the other option is just completely panicking and that is going to take a lot out of her. She doesn't need that right now.]

[losergod]

Don't worry too much about it, Miss. We'll get out of here, and we'll all be fine.

[ He says it in a soothing tone. He seems to be used to panic attacks, hmmm. ]

What we need to do now is focus on the others here, and forming some sort of rapport. Otherwise, we won't get anywhere.

[earietale]

[She takes a couple deep breaths before she can talk again.]

Okay, okay. That...that sounds like a good idea. We should probably do that.

Also, what's your name? I...kind of just realized that I forgot to ask.

[losergod]

There's no real name that can define me, but you may call me C, if you would like.

[ That works well enough. She seems nice, but he's not willing to give out his actual name. ]

[earietale]

C...alright, better than nothing.

[She holds out a hand for him to shake.]

I'm Barbara. Barbara Finch. Nice to meet you, C.

[losergod]

[ He stares at it a moment, as if considering something, then slowly moves to shake her hand. Almost like he's... testing the gesture.

Hm. ]

... Miss Finch, then. I'm sorry the circumstances aren't better.