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

[smooth_moves]

[ Laslow is so distracted by his tears that he does not expect someone to approach. He gasps and turns towards the Yusuke, then hides his face to quickly wipe away the tears. Turning back, he offers a smile, hoping that doing so will make the other forget about the crying he had been showing a moment again. Forget the fact his eyes are still wet, please. ]

I'm alright, yes. I am just... thinking. Yes. That's it.

[pursuitofbeauty]

"Whatever is on your mind is clearly troubling you."

Yusuke sits down calmly on the closest available seat (or whatever passes for one in here) and gestures for the other man to join him. He's still so terrible at understanding others, but they're all fellow captives and seeing one in distress means he needs to try helping if he can... even if he has no clue where to begin.

"If you simply desire someone to talk to, I'm listening. There's not much else to do here."