15strangers | Fighting For Your Life!

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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[ When she turns away he removes the helmet on his head, turning it over in his hands. The technology is completely beyond his time, so much that he's not even about to question it right now. Weird armor though... ]

On the battlefield, perhaps. Working the cannons was not my area, but if conditions are right, it could be a useful tactic.

[ Glances around the small, sparse room then back to the girl. ]

Doesn't seem likely I'll find my brother's army here, though.

[Oh, a soldier! She thought the army stopped using cannons, but she could be wrong. Or maybe some countries just find them really good or something. She doesn't care.]

Yeah, and I feel like I'm far from home too. At least, I don't remember ever seeing a place like this on Orcas Island before.

[ Everything around him screams his displacement. Not like they even had words for some of the things in the room right now. ]

Myself, I would call this a dream if I could believe my mind could come up with these strange...things.

[ Stares at the computer, the device on his wrist, the strange helmet. ]

Do you know what these things are?

I'd think the same thing if it didn't mean I passed out in front my boyfriend for no reason.

[She's not some narcoleptic or something.]

Not fully sure. This thing looks sort of like a wristwatch, I've never seen anything like that in my entire life.

[She gestures to her wrist com and the computer on the desk respectively, before taking off the helmet and holding it under an arm.]

And I think this is supposed to be an astronaut's helmet.

[ "Astronaut" now that's a word he's never heard before...and taking it apart just sounds ridiculous. Is she saying that these suits, this weird helmet could actually let someone sail to the stars? Ridiculous... ]

Is that supposed to be a joke? I hear witches can brew potions that send the drinker to the moon, but I am absolutely certain that is only in a metaphorical sense.

[And now it's Barbara turn to be confused, as she quirks an eyebrow at the man.]

No. Why would I make a joke about that? I mean, we haven't gotten people to the moon yet, but we're at least working on space travel right now.

Why do you think witches are real? Aren't they just characters from kids stories or something?

Space...travel...

[ He shakes his head, bewildered.

Not only that but...why did he say that about witches? He's certain he's never met one, although he'd heard plenty of stories about the French witch Joan...but another face comes to mind when he thinks of them, brown hair and a body made of curves...and something to do with his brother the king? Whatever it is, it makes his lip curl with distaste. ]

Witches are certainly real, but I would not recommend acquainting oneself with them. They bring nothing but misfortune and mischief.

[okay...she's tempted to argue, but...]

Okay, how about we just agree to disagree? You can say space travel isn't real and I won't say anything about witches. Sound good?

[She just doesn't want to turn this into some huge argument or something like that. This is clearly not the time or place.]

[ He nods. ]

Perhaps when the current situation is more clear, we could revisit the topic if you like.

[ He stares down at the "wristwatch" and back over at the box that still displays the imperious list of "rules" they must follow. ]

It's clear to me that there are many things about which I know very little in this particular world...

If we are in another world, I think I might have to agree a little bit.

[She can't help but stare at the computer for a second, just trying to understand it's existence.]

The closest thing I've seen to something like this is a portable TV and a typewriter.

...I'll explain later if you need me too.

[He might be a little crazy, but he seems somewhat reasonable. She shouldn't be rude to someone who's at least that.]

...Yes, later, please do.

[ He sighs and finally sits up off the bed, dropping the sheet and immediately placing his arms over his chest, hoping it conceals his bosom for the moment. At least they're rather small... ]

Well, seems there's not much else to learn simply by staying in here, unless we want to stare at that all day.

[ He nods at the door. ]

Shall we see what awaits beyond?

[She places her helmet on her desk before responding.]

Yeah, I guess.

[But she can't help but notice what he's doing and question it.]

But...are you okay? Does your chest hurt or something?

Fighting For Your Life!

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