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]

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]