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

[poorlovefool]

[Thanks for not pointing and laughing, he guesses!! Though he wonders if this is actual critique or if she's just being a little jerk.]

Well... it takes practice to make that kind of face! I'm too used to smiling.

[zephyranthe]

[A little bit of A, and a little bit of B. It's all done in good fun, though...!]

'Cause of your girlfriend? [Considering how big a sap he was, she can see him smiling saccharinely at her everytime they meet...]

[poorlovefool]

[Eric looks surprised. Exactly one large sparkle flies off, as if it were an exclamation point.]

Oh! Of course, I'm always smiling when we're out together! But, I usually smile all the rest of the time too. It's kind of a habit.

[He pauses for just a second, before deciding he'll give this explanation.]

I work in an ice cream shop. [The customer service smile. Not necessarily about happiness.]

[zephyranthe]

[She should've known better than to mention his girlfriend, though. Sigh. Still, that's a bit of respect for him, if he actually knows how to make ice cream.]

Hmmm. I'll have some lemon gelato, then.

[poorlovefool]

[He does, but... there's nothing he can do about the limitations in this place. He hasn't really checked out the kitchen yet though, so.]

Coming right up! ... If there's stuff to make it with anyway.

[He does think there could be a chance. Surely they aren't going to push the theme that far!! But for now he'll just chuckle.]

[zephyranthe]

[She kind of meant it as a joke to be honest, but she's not going to complain if they manage to find the ingredients to make it.]

It'd go well with how stuffy it is here. Might be good for morale, too. [Is that an actual smile on her face? It's small, but apparently it is because who can resist ice cream.]

[poorlovefool]

Yeah! I'm sure it'd cheer everyone up.

[Bringing smiles is one of the many great things about ice cream, which he genuinely loves - that's why he would be okay with making some, as long as they were stuck here anyway. Better than being stuck in some dark hellhole without ice cream, that's for sure.]