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]

Agreed. But...at least it could be worse, I think?

[She's really not sure, but...sometimes you have to look on the bright side of things.]

[losergod]

It certainly could be. And now you have a... a friend, if you'd like one.

[ He says the word like it's, perhaps, foreign to his tongue, almost. But somehow, he feels Miss Wiltshire would approve he make friends. ]

[earietale]

Yeah, I have a friend. And so do you, if you want one.

[The guy may seem like an oddball, but even then he's still pretty nice. It's pretty cool that she's already got a friend in here.]

[losergod]

[ He lets out a quiet laugh. ]

... Just this much makes me tired. Honestly, I don't know how people do it. Socialization. But it's good that we're in accord. Hopefully, the others will be as amicable.

[earietale]

Eh, it's not so bad once you get used to it. Sometimes even nice. But I can understand getting tired of it.

And I'm sure a lot of them will be! I already met a nice lady named Angela, and my roommate seemed alright too. I think I might need to apologize to him for something I said now, though.

[losergod]

... You... had a good time with her, huh?

[ He sighs. ]

I think she thinks I'm crazy.

[earietale]

[She glances back at the laser she dropped on the ground before turning back to C.]

If you need to, you could always show her that thing. It's kind of a good argument against any of this being fake.

[losergod]

... Should we burn more bread?

[ It's a sincere question. ]

[earietale]

...maybe? I guess it might be better if it was something less dangerous. I'm not sure if there's anything like that here, though.

[losergod]

... We could burn some paper?

[ It's a thought. ]

There's dot matrix printers, so there's paper here. ... Actually, I don't know why I thought of food first...

[earietale]

It's a bigger target. Plus, if you want to shoot paper, you need something to keep it standing, and nobody here is going to want to be on the other side of that gun.

[Why does she talk about this like she may have experienced something like this? Little brothers.]