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

[goodnightbats]

[Back pockets are admittedly an improvement but Eric you are still going to cut half your butt off and just think about that ER visit. Not that there is an ER in this place. She pulls back from him slightly and laughs at his reaction.]

You do gotta wonder why they gave us all this stuff, if we're supposed to be usin it.

[And she smiles sunnily and sticks out her hand.]

How do you do? Harley Quinn.

[poorlovefool]

[She's laughing... okay, you know what, he's just going to force himself to smile. This is a good time for smiles.]

Well... maybe there's going to be some kind of game with it all. [That doesn't really make him feel better since as far as he knows the game he was in the middle in was very dangerous and bad. But, on the other hand, he hasn't seen any proof that someone died and maybe for one second he can just have hope that Mira was right about it all being a trick.] There were costumes in the other room and everything!

["Harley Quinn" though... what a goofy name. It just makes him think of old comedies. Or romance novels? OK not those, he totally does not read romance novels.]

Um, so your parents had a sense of humor, huh? [She is somehow the first person in this entire place to actually introduce herself to him not through a door though, so he'll acknowledge that enough by taking the handshake.] You can just call me Eric.

[goodnightbats]

Maybe we have to figure out what kind of game it is!

[She seems fairly delighted at the prospect, honestly.]

Huh? Why- oh, the name?

[Another laugh!]

No, you'd have to thank my Puddin for that. He certainly does have a sense of humor though, so you're right on that one!

Eric, huh? Pleasure.

[poorlovefool]

Maybe. I can think of a couple kinds...

[He would rather it turn out to be LARPing than the kind he thought he was already in though. He hopes that's what she's thinking of too, since she looks so ecstatic. But there's still that orange jumpsuit, so he really can't be sure at all. How does he ask her about that? Does he dare, after she started the conversation off with castration??]

Yeah, you too. So then... it's a stage name or something?

[And maybe Puddin is what she calls her manager? If she's an actress then everything makes sense!! She could have come here from the set of Orange is the New Black maybe!!]

[goodnightbats]

Me too.

[She is almost flirting at this point, honestly.]

Hmm, yeah that might be the best way to put it.

[Her life had become something of a performance, after all. It was a little odd to have to explain this to anyone, but really there wasn't any reason to hide it.]

I used to be Doctor Quinzel, but that was a long time ago. Please, call me Harley. Everyone does.

[poorlovefool]

Haha... [He hears that borderline flirting tone. He is not sure what to do with it? Because they are still talking about the weapons in here, right!? He looks away and rubs the back of his head as he makes a valiant attempt to block out a disturbing or kinky mental image.] ...Y-You aren't into LARP, are you?

Wait, you used to be a Doctor? Why'd you quit? [Especially if she went all the way to become a Doctor and not a nurse, like Diana. Though you can be a doctor in other things, he guesses.]

[goodnightbats]

LARP? Isn't that like playing pretend? Cause I prefer to experience things for real, ya know?

Eh, I was a psychiatrist. And I gave it up because of one of life's great motivating factors. I fell in love.

[poorlovefool]

Yeah, but... we're still talking about what they expect us to do with the weapons over there...

[Side glance. Is this when she admits that using them on people is one of her real experiences. If so, he could be three for three on meeting people like that in here, and it's highly concerning.

But of course she earns some sympathy back with that love thing!! Even if he is a bit confused.]

Is it that hard to start a family as a psychiatrist?