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]

[It's definitely hard to miss the slight commotion on the kitchen side of the door, but Fie was content to leave it alone, considering that everyone here seemed to be exploring the place anyhow, herself included. So when Futaba opens the door, she'll be greeted with the sight of a relatively short girl standing at one of the shelves staring back at her.]

Boo.

[It is the most bored and flat sounding exclamation ever, is she even trying?]

[socialhacktivist]

Woah!

[So there was actually someone in here. Well, wasn't that the point of investigating? Eventually she's going to have to meet them all. Fortunately it doesn't look like there are that many people here.]

Sooo... are you one of the people stuck here too?

[Because that seems to have been the case for everyone so far. Not that she's entirely given up on meeting someone else yet either.]

[zephyranthe]

[Well, this girl seems easily spooked.]

Looks like it. Woke up here with all my stuff gone, even the hidden things.

[She's kind of salty about that to be honest.]

[socialhacktivist]

[Great. Sure sounds like they have the same problem.]

Did you get some weird note with a title on it too?

[zephyranthe]

Yup. Some stuff about killing people and finding out who did it, right? [Not that she seems particularly bothered about this bit when she says that.]

...And I guess we're not allowed to blow stuff up in here either. [SIGH]

[socialhacktivist]

But... no one would actually do that... right?

[She sure as heck hopes not, but... she's seen humanity's ugly side. It's really just a lot of wishful thinking.]

Maybe if we could make a big enough explosion... but I doubt that's possible with the stuff we have here.

[FUTABA DON'T ENCOURAGE THIS.]

[zephyranthe]

Depends on who we're stuck here with. Some people might not mind so much.

[The most comforting thing to say to a girl who looks jittery and nervous about opening a door, clearly.]

We'll never know 'til we try. I learned a couple of things here and there.

[Let's make explosives together]