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]

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?