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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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His head is... not feeling great, but when you're used to being beaten up by your fellow students on the daily, it's practically nothing. On that note, he reflexively touches his face, and hey presto, no bruises or bandages, wow that's surprising.
Seeing what vessel he's in comforts him somewhat, though. Vincent, he thinks to himself. He can at least confirm that his memories aren't as scrambled as they could be. He remembers those parts. That's... good, at least. But something feels off. He just can't place what, at the moment. He'll fiddle with the watch for a bit, looking through the profiles. He must gather information on this world. That's top priority.
Eventually, he does leave his bunk to go exploring, mostly, he's looking for somewhere to wash his hands, so he makes a beeline for the bathroom. Unfamiliar place, he's been in an unfamiliar bed... he feels unclean? Yeah. Gotta fix that.
After that, he'll approach the Library and see if he can find any good books in there. Time to comb over what they've got, he supposes. It can't be any worse than "How to become a millionaire by clicking pop-up ads", right? ]
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Seeing the wristcomm thing doesn't help his confusion. That sort of technology doesn't exist in his time. He's almost tempted to remove it as well, but his curiosity keeps him from doing so. But when he prods at it, his confusion only heightens, so he leaves it alone for now.
Soon he goes wandering along the hall, avoiding the cackling as far away as possible - he has a sense of self preservation, after all. Or so one would think, as he starts poking at the wristcomm again as he walks, attempting to figure it out. Will he bump into someone because of his carelessness? Time will only tell. ]
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hall!!
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He finally opens his eye, and there's... some sort of glass bubble over his head. Jolting upright with a gasp, he claws at the bubble, but his hands are encased in thick, awkward gloves attached to a strange fitted suit that covers his entire body. Claustrophobia kicks in, just as badly as the time he was trapped in a stone coffin, and he struggles to free himself from the thing on his head as he hyperventilates.
And then something on his wrist suddenly starts making a godawful unnatural noise. Yurick screams and flings himself out of bed, tumbling several feet to the floor. How he got that high up he's not sure, but he ignores the bruises, barely notices the strange room, all in favor of continuing to struggle against the head-bubble.]
Someone, help! Get this bloody thing off me!
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[Later, Yurick is stalking around, still in the strange suit but thankfully with that horrible thing off his head. Nothing in this place looks familiar, all strange materials and odd aesthetics. Even the more advanced places in Lazulis Castle look nothing like this. Worse, he doesn't see any of his team. He could hear Syrenne from a league away when she's been drinking. Lowell's not laughing and flirting with every maiden he sees. Mirania's usually quiet but he doesn't hear her softly planning strategy with Dagran. And he doesn't hear... he doesn't....
Blurred. The face, the voice, even the name is blurred from his thoughts. He knows he's trying to think of the one he trusts above all others, but... how could he forget all about...?
Yurick groans, slumping against the closest wall and pressing a hand to his face as he fights with his own memory. He has to remember! Why can't he remember?!]
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[The first thing any bunkmates will notice is Angela screwing this helmet right off her noggin. She's going through the shelves in a lethargic yet methodical manner. She looks more exasperated than alarmed as she picks at her long hair trying to undo the "helmet hair" effect and get it combed at least kind of straight. You can get a similar atmosphere watching her explore the hallway immediately outside her own bunk.]
Yoohoo!
[About one hour after getting up, some things have become readily apparent. First, there is no easy way out in any of the rooms. And second, everyone is nursing some kind of headache. Angela has a simple solution: Mess hall coffee!]
Don't be shy, you don't gotta pay me a thing.
[She's got her chin aggressively propped up with one hand as she waggles the fingers of her free hand at the strangers passing by. She even tied her hair into an over-the-shoulder ponytail with some twist-tie. Keeping her face propped open is a pretty unsubtle force of will.]
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alcohol mention
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alcohol cw
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First, she had a headache that was just on the edge of painful. Something annoying whatever the situation.
Second, this was obviously this was not her house. Unless her dad made an entirely new room when she was passed out, and decided to make it look like a set from a movie.
Then, someone changed her clothes while she was asleep. Very creepy for reasons she didn't have to explain.
Then, when she gets out of bed in dorm room, this...thing on the desk starts making the most ear grating noise she's ever heard. Why is it making this noise and how does she make it stop?
The next problem is the message she sees when she goes to try turning the thing off. It explains some things, but gets her more worried the longer she looks at it.]
Okay Barbara, don't panic. Things...aren't the best, but they could be worse...probably.
[She's not sure how much worse it could be, but now is not the time to do these things.
As she walks throughout the halls, she can't help but look around at the surroundings, clearly unsettled. The entire place was creepy and the laughter coming from above was not helping. At this point she's starting to wonder if some alien was going to pop up and try to kill her or something.
She does eventually go to the second floor, and though the theater is tempting, the laughter drives her off, and she ducks into the weapon storage room, hoping to find some peace of mind, and instead...]
Oh dear.
[Okay, she's decided it. This is the actual worse day she's ever had.]
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PLEASE EXCUSE MY TWO SETS OF ICONS, he's not in that body but i needed this face
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When he does venture out of the room he woke up in, looking for his missing partner, he's bristling more than a little. Still, he probably looks less threatening then simply disoriented. Helmet hair has a way of making anyone look like a clown, after all....
The cackling, funnily enough, is the first thing about this place that feels almost familiar. Whatever this place is, that's almost certainly tied to whatever is in control of it. He'll definitely try to follow the sound to its source, though he might end up making a detour into weapon storage once he's made his way to Floor 1. Sure, the sound gets more intense if he heads towards a certain other room, but going into a fight without seeing what else is around is just stupid.]
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In fact, you can find him just about anywhere cleaning things with that smile on his face. He sure is getting a good start today. ]
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Come to think of it....where did sensei sleep...?
He vaults out of his bunk easily enough, he can check over the weird new....spacesuit...? while he's on the move. Already he doesn't like the looks of things. Far too function-over-form to mean anything but military, government, or something very similar. Something feels...weird...about all of this.]
Well, there's gravity... [He pokes along carefully, notably keeping the helmet on, and thoroughly investigates the mess hall and bathrooms. He does not enter the theater, but does stand outside the door, back to the wall. Eavesdropping. He doesn't know that he'll hear anything of use, but so far this is the most suspicious place.
When he's done with that, he'll hit the library and carefully browse the shelves, not actually selecting anything. It looks almost more like he's taking inventory than anything else. Anyone who gets close enough can even hear him reading off the titles in a whisper.]
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Outside the Theater
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library!
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She fumbles around and accidentally figures out how to remove the helmet at least and pulls her hair out. She does try to do something to make it look decent. She definitely is going to need to find a mirror.
So Vita's first stop will be to try and find a bathroom. Once she finds it, she'll definitely be trying to make herself look less terrible along with checking for any bruises or anything else to explain the headache. She definitely needs information on who her captor is and why she was kidnapped. Ransom is unlikely, but someone trying to get information from her is quite possible. She'll definitely just have to keep up the act of being just an ordinary opera singer and no one of any special use.
After that she'll be looking around all rooms except the theater to some degree, though she'll also avoid more than a look into the Commander's room for now. If she runs into any other strangers she'll try to kindly ask them a question.]
Did you also just wake up here?
halls probably... somewhere
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instead of trying to take it off, he chooses to explore its interface. the profiles. he sees his own first, narrows his eyes, then briefly flips through the others', trying to figure out what's going on. what stands out to him is his title--the survivor.
that's quite an understatement.
he notices the laughing, and he needs to get up. he needs to investigate, find out what's happening. he moves to unsheathe his sword, but he realizes it isn't there. damn. he needs to find something fast, then; that's when he finds the weapon storage area. for someone so young, he doesn't seem nearly as disturbed about this as he should be, and it seems even more alarming that he goes immediately for a sword.
he carries the sword with him the rest of the way as he makes his way to the theater. he's 4'4" and carrying a long ass sword. surely things can't go wrong. ]
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[... What the - he reaches for his COMP, but it's not there. Fuck. Cursing in... some language... he stumbles out of bed and looks around. The sudden dialup noise makes him wince, and he squints to read what's now on his screen. Who the hell still uses these kinds of displays?]
[Ugh. He also has some... knowledge... of some ability in his head, and it seems useless. He'll ignore that for now - it's too dangerous to test. Eventually, he makes it out of his room, having determined that the walls aren't about to close in on him or something. He leaves his helmet on his bed, for now.]
[He heads to the theater, drawn by the sound of laughter. It's... actually kind of a nice theater, even if the technology is somewhat out of date. Actually a lot of this reminds him of zeerust... he's not surprised that there's nothing here, though he'd been hoping. ... Eh.]
[Still, eventually he moves onto the kitchen, quickly mixing himself up some coffee. He stares at the fridge occasionally, trying to contemplate what he can do with what's inside. There's not much to work with... but surely he can come up with something. Man cannot live on bread and grapes alone.]
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-wait. Well. This was still pretty bad, but the absolute worst was averted. He remembers was the members of the circus going their separate ways, something about a fiend... It's all more of a blur than he'd like.
He has no fucking idea, he realizes as he wanders through the base, what any of this stuff is.
So you'll probably find him in the Mess Hall, where he's playing around with the soda fountain with all the maturity of a toddler.]
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FINALLY, IN THE THEATER [1/2]
Someone was clearly playing a juvenile prank on them. However, as people start to filter into the theater, they will find that the theater is empty of anyone aside from them. Had anyone even been here at all?
The answer comes very quickly, and very, VERY loudly, as the sound of static suddenly bursts from the speakers all around the Strangers...]
[2/2]
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