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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[tiefleaf]

Hey there.

[ It's okay, he's kinda used to people freaking out when he's around. ]

I don't suppose you know where the- oh you know, the exit is?

[backuphero]

Sorry, but no. I haven't even found any windows.

[They're all trapped here, and whatever this guy is, he's not attacking. If he just focuses on the guy's face, he can probably pretend he's just some kind of... theater person in makeup. He's got the voice for it, for sure.]

Of course there's the way out that list of rules mentioned, but... forget that.

[tiefleaf]

...what rules?

[ Guess who can't fucking read. ]

[backuphero]

[It is a pity Jonathan is just blond enough to assume this stranger didn't bother stopping to look at the list, instead of that...]

They popped up on the screens in our rooms... whoever's got us all penned in here says they might let us go if we can kill people and not get caught.

[tiefleaf]

...okay, that's rather troubling, but let's stay positive.

"If." You know how hard it is not to get caught? I mean, let's just hope no one takes the gamble.