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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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[ A beat. ]
As for leaving, I'm not sure it's possible. There's a distinct lack of windows, and the space suits lead me to believe we may actually, indeed, be in space. There also seems to be quite a bit of good structural integrity here, despite how ridiculous it looks.
[ He is actually very observant, despite how insane he sounds. ]
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[He shakes his head; he'd noticed much of the same, but it's not what he'd meant.] They had to get us in here somehow. In the worst case scenario, they kept us unconscious for a while and built this place around us, but I don't think that's very likely... And if there was a way in, there's a way out.
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[ It's said questioningly. He really does think hard about it, though. ]
If that's the case, there was probably a shuttle or something, but I don't know if we could call it back.
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[A shuttle...well. It's not like Nagisa's never been to space, but....can he talk freely about his class's special activities yet? Best not...] That's if we're actually in space. We still might not be.
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[ This is only a partial lie. The real reason, and he knows it, is that he's trapped in one room, and cannot leave. ]
I don't really know where we are, but it doesn't change the fact finding a way out is going to be difficult at best.
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'Difficult' isn't the same as 'impossible'. And a lot of things we call impossible actually aren't.
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[ This kid's optimism is inspiring, at least. ]
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[Thus, the books! He pulls one off the shelf, flipping through a few pages.]