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]

[Shrug! She just makes herself comfy on the couch now, although she'll still stay as far as she can, just in case the Intercessor (or anyone else) tries anything.]

Dunno any other way to say it, unless there's something else to it besides that.

[intercessing]

No.

...

Not as far as I am aware.

[zephyranthe]

Mm. Guess there's no point in telling that kinda stuff to a hired guard.

[Which is how she's used to things operating, anyways.]

...Can you do us any favors? [Like smuggling shit??]

[intercessing]

It would depend on the favor, but it is possible.

Why, Schemer?

[zephyranthe]

Water. Maybe some juice, too. Can't drink the stuff in the kitchen. [Unless you want her barfing all over the place because she's probably a lightweight at that stature.]