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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SATURDAY

[strangerpeople]

[The week has, so far, passed without much happening. Aside from ridiculous puzzles, sudden language comprehension, and, well, the whole being in another place entirely against your will and being forced to possibly murder another living being to leave situation. It might be a bit boring, with the obvious lack of technology. And nothing else seems to have happened.

As the Titled wake up this morning, however, something is...off. There is a gut feeling that something is wrong. A strange sense of foreboding in the air. It's inexplicable just why one feels that way, but it's there. It doesn't leave when they leave their rooms. If anything, the feeling that something is different seems a little bit stronger as the moments passed.

There are no letters piling in front of Harley's door today, it appears.

But it will soon become very apparent that the foreboding sensation seems strongest when one approaches rooms 4 and 10.]

[poorlovefool]

[As sleep does not excuse anyone from foreboding, Eric is waking up in a cold sweat now, panting and wheezing. The feeling only gets stronger once he opens his eyes. He throws himself off the stone slab, wrapping his arms around his aching body when he's on his feet, and backs toward the door as his head turns back and forth. It is simultaneously a head shake matching his thoughts of NO and a genuine attempt to look around.]

No... what's... something's strange...

[He's going to keep muttering to himself, and it's not the most quiet. But maybe it won't be a surprise at this point that Eric's being noisy.]

[strangerpeople]

[So, question.

You didn't put something big and obvious on your alcove last night by any chance, did you, Eric?]

[poorlovefool]

[If he did then he must have been pretty drunk, because he remembers nothing of the kind. But seeing a Big Obvious Thing in one's peripheral vision is certainly enough to make one's head snap over to stare at it! What the hell is that?!]

[socialhacktivist]

[This feeling so wrong... shouldn't be so familiar. Yet it almost is, not that she entirely understands why. Nonetheless she quietly follows this gut feeling to the front of Harley's door. Everyone else still has those letters, but... there's nothing here...

Putting her ear to the door, she listens for any noises from within. Maybe the person inside was tearing them up or something? Maybe...

If there's nothing, she'll try knocking once.]

[strangerpeople]

[While Futaba waits for Harley to answer, would she like to look around the area?]

[socialhacktivist]

[...yeah, she'll take a look around. Is there anything off in the hallway?]

[almightyconflagration]

[So since room 4 is McBurn's obviously he gets dibs on anything inside. So anything off about his room? Well, besides who resides in it, of course.]

[strangerpeople]

[That all depends...does the large pool of blood near the bed count?

Also there looks to be a couple of papers that kind of sucked up some of the liquid. Wanna touch those?]

[almightyconflagration]

[Well, considdering McBurn is totally a guy who gives no shits about blood and gives more shits about the potential of someone being in his room and he didn't notice a presence, yeah. So he'll pick them up and see what is on them beside well, blood. And he'll even make some effort to not destroy them in the process, quite amazing considering this is Mr. Lazy Bum here.]

[kiddefender]

[Why is her fur sticking on end? Did she have a nightmare and forget it when she woke up?

In any case. She's back to sneaking. With her sword. Anything off in the hallway between the barracks other than the lack of letters? If not she's going to head to the stairs and first floor]

[strangerpeople]

[OH GOD THE BLOOD ITS CARNAGE AAAAHok no.


Aside from Futaba's discovery, there seems to be nothing else in the hallway.

To the first floor?]

[kiddefender]

[Heck yeah! She's wants breakfast, so she's going to the kitchen if you want to be specific.]

MEETING

[socialhacktivist]

[After they've all had some time to finish up their investigations, Futaba decided they needed to come together. So she went around looking for everyone and telling them to bring what they'd found-- or if they couldn't bring the item itself, at least everything they knew about it-- and meet in the dining area.]

Alright listen. Something's seriously not right here. So... we should probably go over what we all found.

[And it's only fair she starts so... Futaba lays flat on the table the picture she found. It has a variety of different sized stars on it.]

I started finding scraps all over the hallway. When I put them together, this is what they turned into. And... I thought it was weird, but there weren't any letters under the one door today... but I didn't get an answer, so...

[That was the result of her inspection of Harley's door so far.]

[carries_war]

[Waking up with a sense of foreboding was enough to put Rubedo in Soldier Mode, so his hand is hovering by one of his knives.]

Does anyone recognize this? We haven't seen in all the bedrooms, so this might mean there's more people here we haven't met.

[zephyranthe]

[Well, here Fie comes with a bunch of shit she looted from Eric's room. The first is an octahedral, magenta gemstone. The second is a crumpled letter of the rules addressed to Eric's title and the last is a red, fake nail.]

Found this stuff in Mr. Sparkles' room. Didn't bother bringing the statue along 'cause it's heavy. There's something weird about the letter, though.

[Incidentally, Fie brought along her own introduction letter addressed to 'Schemer' to show that the writing on her letter is different from the one on Eric's.]

[defriendestration]

I'LL SAY SOMETHING'S NOT RIGHT. I CAN'T FIND ANY DINO EGG OATMEAL ANYWHERE AND THERE IS NOT A HINT OF SPAGHETTI NOODLES TO BE HAD!

(WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO COOK FOR EVERYONE NOW?)

[Because...s-surely that's the big thing to conclude, right??]

[lightnen]

[ While watching everyone start talking, Killua's just resting against a nearby wall with his hands in his pockets. His senses had been on pretty high alert when he'd woken up anyway and then all this mess just kinda happened to be a thing and considering what he's heard already - and seen - it makes it hard not to come up with a few ideas of what's going on here.

Though to not make assumptions, maybe it's better to talk this over with the others. ]

So. With everything going on... how is it nobody heard a damn thing and a good few of you woke up with these things in your rooms this morning?

[ If anything he's logical so he's gonna start with that at least. ]

[almightyconflagration]

[McBurn is in the dining room, but not really bothering much with the meeting. He's just there to eat some food and have a drink after dealing with the mess in his room.

He's still trying to come up with some way to bring up what he found without making it look like he may have done something to the intruder. One thing is for sure, he's not going to be volunteering what he found quite yet since he has little reason to trust these people and plenty of reason to know they will think the worst when they see the blood on those drawings.

Of course some may have picked up that he's the one assigned to room #4. That and the fact that he's definitely staring at each person to determine if they may have some injury they are hiding.]

[kiddefender]

I found this. It looks like another drawing.

[She slides the bit of paper across the table.

[goodnightbats]

[So here's Harley, who is not at all dead and was apparently just sleeping?? because playing with her brand new FIRE POWERS left her tired I guess.]

Hi guys. What's up?

[poorlovefool]

Ah - You're alive!

[HE WAS REALLY STARTING TO WONDER]

[carries_war]

I woke up with a really bad feeling, and apparently people found some things around that weren't here yesterday. We're trying to figure out what happened.

[pursuitofbeauty]

He hasn't talked to this one, though after what he saw when they met the Intercessor he's not really too keen on being alone with her anytime soon.

Still, he should say something, since she's here. "Are you alright? We've not seen you all day."

/is the most late forever

[bythewaves]

[ Maglor doesn't sleep - not well, in any case. He's not used to it. But the feeling in the air he remembers from long watches and sleepless nights.

The calm before the storm His brother's ghosts murmur, and he gets up to walk, pacing down the corridor and watching, listening.

The Dark is here Maedhros hisses, and Maglor's hand tightens briefly on the hilt of the sword he carries.




OOC: since I have... missed everything maybe just... idk assume he was there quietly watching everyone. ]