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

[defriendestration]

NOPE, I JUST GOT HERE!

YOU?

[carries_war]

[WOW YOU'RE LOUD. Also. Skeletal. He looks a bit startled once he gets a good look at the person he stopped, but...it could be a droid of some sort, right?]

I just woke up here. But something must've happened to the Institute!

[defriendestration]

WELL, IS THIS YOUR INSTITUTE? COULD BE, RIGHT?
MAYBE IT GOT RENOVATED WHILE YOU WERE ASLEEP!

[carries_war]

Nuh-uh, this definitely isn't the Institute. If it was, there'd be scientists everywhere, and...other URTVs.

[defriendestration]

HUH! WELL, I HAVEN'T SEEN ANY SCIENTISTS SO FAR, SO YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT.

[carries_war]

I'd know if I was at the Institute. I'm not even entirely sure this is even Zavarov...