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

[zephyranthe]

[Now she's imagining Patrick in some of the sillier-looking outfits doing a play of sorts and... okay that would be pretty fun(ny).]

Oh. So it's like a festival, then. That sounds kinda cool.

[Not that any of this stuff would be recognizable to her as being from the middle ages or anything, but she'll take his word for it.

She'll keep an eye on him as he swings the hammer again, though. From her point of view, she probably has the advantage if he decided to suddenly go on the offensive, but who knows. Maybe he was good at hiding his true strength.]

Yup. Wish I just had my gunblades back, though. [She glances at the daggers and handles one of them experimentally, but it's clear she isn't super happy with them.]

[poorlovefool]

You have gun blades?

[He's sure he's seen something like that in a video game, but that didn't seem like something that would exist in real life. Also, she is a kid. Why would she have weapons? He leans his hammer on the ground to watch her, a mix of cautiousness and genuine curiosity.]

Wow, you actually look like you know what you're doing with that...

[zephyranthe]

Yeah. They're not that uncommon.

[I mean, if they sell them at every city she's visited...

She gives a shrug at his observation.]

I was taught how to use them a long time ago. You don't look like you know how to use that, though. [Eying that hammer of his...]

[poorlovefool]

[He glances back down at it, shrugging in return.]

Why would I? People don't fight with this kind of thing anymore... I just thought it looked intimidating. Or like those strength test things, I guess.

[Anyway, how hard could it be? You just have to hit something with it really hard right?!]

[zephyranthe]

[Granted, there's not many people she knows who run around swinging warhammers around either, but there are probably some jaegers around that still use them.]

Soooo... you just wanted to try 'em out because you're insecure?

[That's what it sounds like to her??]

[poorlovefool]

"Ha ha." [For once he's going to try not to take the bait.]

It's not like that. I happen to like stuff like this... just as a hobby, though.

[zephyranthe]

[She is very slightly disappointed that he didn't take the bait, but it doesn't register on her face. Well, even if Fie doesn't do it recreationally, she kind of understands people who check out weapons like this for fun, even if it's more of something that she picked up from the crowds she's hung out with.]

You like collecting these things? Guess it's okay as long as you don't hurt yourself.

[poorlovefool]

[He actually smiles reassuringly at that.]

I mostly just strike some cool poses with them. Take a few pictures, and stuff like that. No one gets hurt!

[zephyranthe]

[Well, nice to know he doesn't go stabbity-stabbity with them (or at least not openly)?!]

Do you show those off to your 'girlfriend' too? [She doesn't make real air quotes but Eric can probably hear them anyways.]

[poorlovefool]

Well, Mira doesn't like crowds so she's never gone to a convention with me, but I sent her all the pictures on my cell phone! And she said they were cool!

[A simple text with only the word "cool" in it definitely means that she actually thought they were cool.]

[zephyranthe]

[She's trying to imagine what kind of pictures they were, but it's hard to see this guy look cool while posing with weapons.

...

Actually you know what, let's just ask.]

So what kinda poses did you make? [Demonstrate for her, Eric. Show her that you truly can be a Cool Weapon Dude.]

[poorlovefool]

Uh... well, how about some of this!

[This is not going to have the same effect when he is not in cosplay, but. He'll do a few poses kinda like these. ]

[zephyranthe]

[He's trying. He's trying so hard and that in itself may be impressive, in a way. Still, she's not openly mocking him as she watches him go through the motions, so that's something? When he finishes up, she's left with a pondering expression on her face.]

You looked a little constipated.

[poorlovefool]

[Thanks for not pointing and laughing, he guesses!! Though he wonders if this is actual critique or if she's just being a little jerk.]

Well... it takes practice to make that kind of face! I'm too used to smiling.

[zephyranthe]

[A little bit of A, and a little bit of B. It's all done in good fun, though...!]

'Cause of your girlfriend? [Considering how big a sap he was, she can see him smiling saccharinely at her everytime they meet...]

[poorlovefool]

[Eric looks surprised. Exactly one large sparkle flies off, as if it were an exclamation point.]

Oh! Of course, I'm always smiling when we're out together! But, I usually smile all the rest of the time too. It's kind of a habit.

[He pauses for just a second, before deciding he'll give this explanation.]

I work in an ice cream shop. [The customer service smile. Not necessarily about happiness.]

[zephyranthe]

[She should've known better than to mention his girlfriend, though. Sigh. Still, that's a bit of respect for him, if he actually knows how to make ice cream.]

Hmmm. I'll have some lemon gelato, then.

[poorlovefool]

[He does, but... there's nothing he can do about the limitations in this place. He hasn't really checked out the kitchen yet though, so.]

Coming right up! ... If there's stuff to make it with anyway.

[He does think there could be a chance. Surely they aren't going to push the theme that far!! But for now he'll just chuckle.]

[zephyranthe]

[She kind of meant it as a joke to be honest, but she's not going to complain if they manage to find the ingredients to make it.]

It'd go well with how stuffy it is here. Might be good for morale, too. [Is that an actual smile on her face? It's small, but apparently it is because who can resist ice cream.]

[poorlovefool]

Yeah! I'm sure it'd cheer everyone up.

[Bringing smiles is one of the many great things about ice cream, which he genuinely loves - that's why he would be okay with making some, as long as they were stuck here anyway. Better than being stuck in some dark hellhole without ice cream, that's for sure.]