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

[illusionarymelody]

A shame. It just seems such a waste of your talents to be commanding a remote base like this. I can't say I've even heard of it.

[commandurr]

ON THE CONTRARY, THIS US THE FINEST AND MOST POWERFUL PLACE I'VE BEEN PUT IN CHARGE OF! THERE'S NO OTHER SOLDIER THAT OUTRANKS ME, ANYWHERE!

[illusionarymelody]

If I may ask, what makes it so fine and powerful? From what I've seen so far it seems quite... unique.

[commandurr]

WELL, FOR ONE THING? IT'S INDESTRUCTABLE! SO THE ONLY WAY YOU'RE ESCAPING IS IN YOUR DREAMS!!

[illusionarymelody]

Does that mean you are as trapped here as we are?

[commandurr]

OF COURSE NOT! I CAN COME AND GO AS I PLEASE!

[illusionarymelody]

[So that means there is some way out, or else the Commander can use teleporation magic.]

Can we make requests for the next time you go out then?

[commandurr]

WH--NO!

[illusionarymelody]

A shame, I was hoping to find some way to obtain a decent brush and some makeup.

[commandurr]

YOU ONLY GET THINGS WHEN YOU DO SOMETHING FOR ME! WHY SHOULD I GIVE YOU GUYS ANYTHING EXTRA OTHERWISE!?

[illusionarymelody]

They might be more inclined to do favors once they see what they can get.

[commandurr]

WELL, IT'S NOT MY FAULT IF THEY DON'T DO WHAT I SAY!

[illusionarymelody]

Well, they do say you attract more flies with honey than vinegar and you definitely have being like vinegar down to an art form. Vinegar mixed with honey can be quite nice though.

[She says this in a sweet tone that makes it sound like she means it as a compliment.]