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

[socialhacktivist]

[Eric? No. It's not anyone she knows. But she doesn't know what she was expecting-- if she knew him, the voice should have been enough.

Although she considers not saying anything-- after a second, she comes out with...]

It's Futaba. Sorry... I don't know this "Akane".

[poorlovefool]

...

[He stares at the door for a moment, in shock. Looking down, he mutters.]

Why... why is it someone different?

[It's sinking in even more now that this is a different situation than the one he already remembers being in. And he feels dread not knowing what happened after the execution vote in the last place he remembers.]

Hey, Futaba? Does "DCOM" ring any bells? Like do you work for them or ... you sound kinda young...

[Weird... though if it's someone who wasn't with the group, could she be Zero? He's getting anxious now.]

[socialhacktivist]

DCOM...?

[Futaba racks her brain, because this could be something important. But the only thing she can think of is a 'what' not a 'who'.]

Uhhh... other than in computer terms? Nope. Never heard of them. What's that supposed to stand for anyway?

[poorlovefool]

[She doesn't know at all... that's really concerning. There's no reason for more people to be involved in the Decision Game, and if this isn't related to that, then what the hell? But he was asked a question, so he takes a breath and tries to calm down.]

Dwelling for the Cohabitation of Mars... I guess that's not the actual name of the organization running the thing, but I always just called em' DCOM staff. It's where I was before all of this crazy stuff started happening. I thought if you were with them it'd at least explain why you're here...

[He steps away from the door and mutters, a little less audibly but still able to hear if she listens carefully.]

Damn it... Where are all of the others? Is C-Team even alive?

[socialhacktivist]

[Cohabitation of... what the heck? She's never heard of anything like that. That's starting to become more and more common though as the day drags on. Although this guy is a total stranger-- and kind of a weird one at that-- she gets how he feels. This whole situation is frustrating. And it sounds like he has other things he's worried about like her.

So even though it's through the door--]

...Listen. I don't know what's going on, but it sounds like your friends are in trouble too. I don't know if they're here or not, but there might be other rooms like this somewhere else in the building. There might be more to it.

[She can't say that she thinks they're safer not being here, based on his reaction but-- she doesn't want to tell him that he won't be able to find them either. Because she knows how badly she wants to find the rest of her teammates too.]

[poorlovefool]

"Too?" Are you missing people yourself?

[He's surprised. Exactly how many crazy scenarios were playing out in tandem here?]

If that's so, why don't you come out of there?

[Is it suspicious that she hasn't come out of her room yet? Wouldn't she want to look for them too? Ahhh, what is going on...]

[socialhacktivist]

...

[Honestly Futaba doesn't know how much she should say about the Phantom Thieves, even if there was a good chance the things might be related. But it's too late not to say anything.]

Yeah. But... maybe they didn't get kidnapped at all.

[That's probably the best thing she could ask for even if she felt really lost without them right now.

It takes another few moments, but after a bit, the door slowly opens and a short red-haired girl pokes her head out. Futaba weakly lifts a hand in greeting.]

...hey.

[poorlovefool]

I guess you don't have one reason or another to think they've definitely been kidnapped, then....

[Whoa. She's tiny. He offers a smile back, though. After he convinced her to come out, he doesn't want to be scary or anything.]

Hey.