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

[toushiro]

Violence has already been encouraged through the rules and the weapon room. And I'm not going to act on rule number seven, if you're concerned about that.

[losergod]

I wouldn't say that. I'm not hoping to hurt anyone. I just... hope you don't give anyone the wrong idea, is all. And I don't want you to get hurt by our captor because you picked up a weapon.

[ He worries, okay. ]

[toushiro]

[ :'( "C". toushiro would appreciate it if he wasn't. toushiro. ]

I doubt they'd come for me unless I attacked first. Judging by how the rules are laid out, it sounds like our captor'd rather have us kill each other for their entertainment.

[losergod]

... But we can't be completely sure of that, can we? If this is an intricate game of chess, the weapons may simply be bait. You should be careful.

[ Seems trap-esque to him. ]

[toushiro]

[ so we're assuming the sword comes with a sheathe, and given how short hitsugaya is, he took one that he can wear on his back. so...he just. puts the sword away. ]

I suppose we'll just have to see when the time comes.

[ and that laughter is. sure getting irritating. ]