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

[socialhacktivist]

[Well Futaba's still hanging around after collecting the pieces of paper that were torn up all over the hallway.

Looks like she's holding a picture too-- this one has stars on it apparently. She's tense enough that another person showing up puts her on edge a little.]

...h-hey.

[almightyconflagration]

[And of course McBurn very much doesn't want to get into the fact that there is blood in his room since that would look rather suspicious at best. But he certainly can pick up on her being tense and wonder if something else happened. Did that loud idiot stir up some trouble again or something? But then a skeleton wouldn't have bled everywhere so it's probably someone else.]

Sheesh, you don't need to freak out.

[socialhacktivist]

I'm not freaking out-- [...okay, maybe a little bit. Still...] But something's definitely not right here and then I found this torn up picture and...

[Futaba takes a deep breath. Okay, maybe he's right. She needs to calm down a little. There's no guarantee anyone's in real danger. Except for the fact that they still haven't found any sign of the culprit, much less an explanation for the weird stuff happening.]

[almightyconflagration]

[If anything, he's the one with room to freak out since someone found a way into his room while he was sleeping and bled there and on top of that, didn't leave a trail in or out.]

Whatever. If no one's dead, then I'd like to go to the kitchen and get something to drink.

[More like find something to deal with the blood and figure out how he is to explain the blood on the pictures he found without people thinking he attacked the intruder. Until then, they are staying in his pocket.]

[socialhacktivist]

What the heck? Aren't you worried at all?! Someone could really be dead you know...

[Just how detached does he feel from this whole situation? They were all in danger, and it's starting to show with no subtlety whatsoever.]

[almightyconflagration]

And if someone is, well you saw the rules and it's likely to be tedious and I'd rather not deal with that on an empty stomach.

[He gives a yawn to accentuate how tedious an Inquisition is likely to be to him.]