WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1

[Awaken.

Fifteen strangers have been gathered to the Depths.

When the strangers awaken, they will feel nauseous in their stomachs. No doubt confused. Maybe a little sick, Perhaps, even terrified. And certainly, there is a good reason for it - they are not where they were before. If they had powers back where they came from, they seem to be all gone. And it appears that someone has left...guidelines for them. All of them addressed to a specific Title.

Their Title. Somehow, each person knows, upon seeing this, this is their Title, even if it seems to make no sense whatsoever. And its clear that whoever wrote these things knew it as well. Who was it?

Its uncertain. So far, there seems to be no one else save for them, and those who dare to venture out of their rooms - save, for some reason, the individuals in rooms 1, 8 and 7 - in this hot and stuffy place. No...'intercessor' to be seen yet, certainly. No outward signs that there's anyone else aside from the people with 'Titles'.


So, Titled: welcome.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]

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THURSDAY

[strangerpeople]

[Good morning, Titled.

It appears that another letter has been slipped under your doors, addressed to you by Title once more, while you were asleep or otherwise occupied last night.

Apparently, the powers that be decided to impress on the importance of reading the letter by slipping several copies of them beneath your doors. Unless you're in room 2. Then its several dozen copies shoved beneath the door, including a nice little pile of a few dozen copies that's formed in front of the Deceiver's door. Just in case the Deceiver somehow ignored the letters inside.

It almost looks the same as the first - save that there is a new rule. The the date of the rule change is odd, as well. But really, it's all about the rule change. Or maybe it's a rule clarification.

Either way, its one question answered - even if its not question people would have wanted the answer to.

Most people, at least.]

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor eyes the letter and it's odd script and snorts softly.

So many loopholes Curufin's ghost whispers in his ears.

Burn the place down and take yourself with it, and who is left there to be punished? Celegorm laughs. Is not fire all our fate, in the end?

But what of the children? whisper the Ambarussa.

Punishment would be well deserved then Maedhros says grimly.

It always has been Caranthir grumbles. Why should we fear it? ]

[pursuitofbeauty]

Well, Yusuke knows who caused this addition to the rules. He's going to keep an eye on that woman (doubly so for Futaba's sake, even if he can't remember her). Sighing, he sets the letter aside for now. He misses his art, so if he can find some sort of ink or even a pencil he might be able to use the back of both letters for sketching, even if it isn't really enough.

In the meantime, he's going to seek out breakfast. Hopefully someone already dressed and butchered meat, or he's eating nothing but vegetables.

[defriendestration]

[Here's someone who's looking for breakfast themselves!]

HELLO! LOOKING FOR FOOD?

[pursuitofbeauty]

... well, it looks like he's starting off his day with another headache.

"Yes. I don't suppose you can eat as well as talk? Despite having no stomach... and still no lungs, either."

[defriendestration]

OF COURSE I CAN! NYEH-HEH-HEH!

...SAY, HUMAN.

YOU HAVEN'T HAPPENED TO SEE ANY DINOSAUR EGG OATMEAL, HAVE YOU?

[pursuitofbeauty]

"Dinosaur egg... dinosaurs have been extinct for hundreds of thousands of years. Any eggs we might find would be fossilized, turned to stone. Certainly not edible. As for oatmeal, I've yet to fully explore the kitchen, but I can't say I've seen any."

After some searching, he does find regular eggs. Perhaps he can boil them in the cauldron? But then they'd have to cool. Could he scramble them in such a big cast-iron pot?

"Perhaps I could make some sort of egg drop soup...."

barricks

[goodnightbats]

[There is a large enough pile of letters both within and without of Harley's door that she is actually having a difficult time opening it. After a brief effort, she yells at whoever is in charge here, figuring they can probably hear her, sounding aggrieved.]

ALL I DID WAS ASK!!

[really feelin attacked here guys]

[poorlovefool]

[He was squinting hard at the addendum before the one responsible starts yelling and he almost drops it. It just had to be her, huh?]

D-Don't ask about stuff like that!!

[goodnightbats]

What? It's not better to know?

Argh! Would all these things just-

[Well what do you know it appears she can burn things.

Well. That's one way to solve the problem.]

[poorlovefool]

Knowing won't do me any good if someone tries to kill everyone-

[And now there's fire. He's backing away.]

Shit!

[Oh god her hands are on fire and they don't have any water that isn't toilet water. He's not sticking his hand in the toilet so hopefully she went to fire drills in elementary school.]

Stop drop and roll!

Everywhere and the dining room

[carries_war]

[Well, those papers shoved under everyone's door ruined his plan of doing this first thing in the morning, so...after lunch, everyone will find a sheet of paper slid under their door, along with hung up in or lying around most of the other rooms. The letters are written in an indecipherable alien language, but underneath of them is a sketch of the Depths' layout with an 'X' in the dining room.

Anyone who listens to the map or happens to be in the dining room anyway will find Rubedo standing next to one of the tables with a stack of books. Anyone who passes by will get one of them held out to them.]

Can you read this?

[Odds are decent that they won't be able to, at first. But if they so much as blink, they'll suddenly be able to understand it just fine.]

Dining room

[pursuitofbeauty]

He'd ignored the odd letters, but Yusuke ends up in the dining room anyway. He's just getting ready to sit down with a bowl of something served up from the cauldron (he added chopped herbs to it, just in case, but right now he's so hungry he doesn't care how it tastes) when the redheaded boy thrusts a book at him. Blinking, the artist sits at the table and sets down his bowl before taking the book.

"Let me see...."

He flips it open, skimming the unfamiliar words for a moment before shaking his head. "I'm sorry, I can't--"

A blink, and suddenly it all makes sense. He's so surprised he almost drops the book. Is this an effect of sleep deprivation? He hasn't been resting well since his arrival. "Wh-- what in the world...?"

[carries_war]

You can read it now, right? But it's still in the same language.

[The exact same language as the notes he left up...one of which is now being shoved in Yusuke's direction. It reads:

'Please come see me in the dining room, there's something important I want to talk to everyone about.

- #666 Rubedo']

What about this?

[pursuitofbeauty]

Yusuke looks it over, only recognizing it as what's hanging up everywhere due to the diagram. He reads it back slowly but perfectly, with the tone of someone not quite believing what they're seeing.

"... is that right?"

Hallway [1/2]

[defriendestration]

NOPE! WHY DO YOU ASK?

[Which could be problematic, since Papyrus doesn't blink--]

[2/2]

[defriendestration]

[--but he totally can double take, apparently, because when he goes to look at it again--]

OH MY GOD IT'S A BOOK WITH WORDS!!!

[carries_war]

[Do you even know how to not yell? He backs off a bit at the volume, and for once is glad his senses are dulled.]

It always had words, they just weren't words you could read before.

[He picks up a copy of his note, which are written in the same language as the book, and holds it out to Papyrus. It reads:

'Please come see me in the dining room, there's something important I want to talk to everyone about.

- #666 Rubedo']

Can you read this now?

Dining room

[almightyconflagration]

[McBurn didn't actually bother with the letter after he took a look at it and couldn't read it, but as any living being needs to eat he does find his way to the dining room eventually.

He's got some questionable looking meat. Questionable in that it may not have even been cooked.]

No, but why would I want to?

[Someone very much dislikes reading.]

[carries_war]

[Urge...to nerd rant. But no, URTVs are professional, and he is conducting an experiment here.]

I think you should take a look at it again. You might find it interesting.

[almightyconflagration]

[Fine, he'll look, but he still hates reading.]

So? It's just boring words on a page.

[zephyranthe]

[Ewwwww books. Well no, they can be okay sometimes... if she's strapped to a chair and has nothing to do. Still, she'll take a glance at it with predictable results and right as she's about to answer no, well. She blinks.

...Huh.]

Neat trick. Is there anything about gardening? [Priorities, though.]

[carries_war]

I didn't see any about gardening, but there's a lot of books on the shelf. I found one about cats!

[...Wait.]

But that's not important right now. Did you see the letters I left everywhere?

[zephyranthe]

Hmm. I wouldn't mind seeing one about cats, too.

[Considering that Celine practically lived with them in their dorm and all. Still, that explains why there was that other letter.]

Yeah, but I couldn't read it at all. You wanted to tell us something?

Dinning room

[kiddefender]

[???

...Free paper, yay!?

She can't read this writing. She's just going sit at the table to rewrite the rules that were read to her earlier on it. Except in semi-circles and lines. There isn't a letter to be seen. Even if the runes are shaky.]