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

[carries_war]

They're pretty willing to talk, so we can probably ask them if we have any questions we don't mind them knowing about.

[zephyranthe]

[But that would require thinking up meaningful questions to ask!]

I'd rather get stuff out of it. [Like explosives. But water would be good too.]

[carries_war]

They let me borrow some books, and they're where I got the paper I used to make these notes.

[zephyranthe]

[Those are all rather small things to her, but it's better than nothing... probably.

But... hm.]

I wonder if they can read these notes too.

[carries_war]

I think they can read anything here. They were surprised when I said I couldn't read most of the languages their books were in.

[zephyranthe]

Maybe we need a code or something.

[Even if the Intercessor isn't necessarily happy with what's going on, she's still not sure if they can be trusted, and it wouldn't be good if any sensitive messages could be intercepted.]