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15strangers2018-07-14 01:17 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2018-07-14 01:17 pm
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Fighting For Your Life!
[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.
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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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.]
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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...
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[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.]
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[ 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?
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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?