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.]

Comments

[smooth_moves]

[ OH NO OH NO not only has Laslow kicked a person, but he's kicked a pretty girl! This is an unforgivable slight! ]

Ah, miss. [ He wipes his tears away, tries to imperceptibly sniff and meanders on closer to her. ] I was merely so overcome by your prettiness that I had to reach you as quickly as possible.

[socialhacktivist]

[Is this...







her first encounter with a pervert?!]

But you don't even know me!

[smooth_moves]

[ GASP! He is no pervert, he is merely an admirer of women! ]

But that could change! All we need to do is find a nice place to sit and chat together.

[socialhacktivist]

[...is that...???]

If that's some code for inviting me back to your room then no thanks.

[smooth_moves]

[ Laslow gasps. ]

I would never...!

[socialhacktivist]

[...okay so if... and that's just if (because she's not totally sold yet)... he's NOT a pervert. then that would make him just a big idiot.]

Then just who are you?

[smooth_moves]

Laslow, Proud retainer to the Lord Xander of Nohr. Please to make your acquaintance.

[ He takes her hand and sweeps a bow over it. He abstains from pressing a kiss, though usually he would, because he feels that would be going too far with someone who thinks he may be a p e r v e r t ! ]

[socialhacktivist]

[...oooookaaaaaay. That's... oddly chivalrous for this day and age. Is he trying to get his good reputation back?

...it's acceptable for now. She'll give him a chance.]

Uh. Never heard of it. But I guess since you told me your name... Mine's Futaba.

[Maybe it was some town overseas. But a retainer huh...]

So you were serious about just sitting and talking?

[smooth_moves]

Futaba. A lovely name for a lovely lady. [ He releases her hand and nods with a smile. This is going... slightly better. He is enthused! ] I was serious, yes. I would expect no more.

[socialhacktivist]

[Is he... still trying...??? Well she guesses he deserves points for tenacity at least.]

...fine. But it's up to you to find a place. I don't know anything about the layout of this building.

[She hadn't gone looking yet. At least not before she ran into Laslow here.]

[smooth_moves]

There's a dining hall, just around the corner.

[socialhacktivist]

Alright then. Let's go.

[...she says, but she's waiting for him to lead the way.]