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

[beguiledcard]

Absolutely.

[ It's said with a firm nod. ]

You're talking to a guy who wound up with the power to fight in a place called the Metaverse.

[ His eyebrows lift a tiny bit. ]

Coming together as a group... That's what got us through our time in the mall. [ yet there's distance in his expression ] Usually, it's a matter of rallying everyone together for a motivational meeting about determination and trust.

[losergod]

[ He frowns. ]

How do you propose we do something like that, though?

[beguiledcard]

Uhhh... We could just go to everyone's doors and leave a note, asking them to join us for a meeting to discuss the situation? After we finish exploring, of course, since the more information we have for a meeting, the better...

[losergod]

If there's paper, I could probably handle writing that out, if you'd like. Maybe give everyone a day or two just to see what we can learn.

[ Seemed smart to him, at least. ]

[beguiledcard]

Well, I know there's a printer here... and printers usually require paper...

[ Giving a thoughtful hum. ]

And if the computers have some program for typing up documents, we wouldn't even have to search for a pen or marker.

[losergod]

... No way. I'd rather find a pen.

[ He makes a face. ]

I'd take a modern computer over that any day.

[beguiledcard]

Fair enough.

[ He gives a small, gentle sort of smirk at that. Frankly, he shares that opinion, so... ]

Hopefully they have those around here. If not, maybe the one in charge around here has one in their room. [ shrug ] And, if it comes down to it, I can try snatching it when she's not looking.