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

[lightnen]

Guess you have a point. Wouldn't really phase me, though.

[ Because he is totally chill, okay? ]

Either way she doesn't look like she's answering so what do you wanna do now?

[socialhacktivist]

[Even though she's seen some crazy stuff in the Metaverse, that was still something entirely different. It wasn't like having that same stuff happen in the real world. If that ever happened... Futaba wouldn't know how to deal with any of it.]

Maybe we should go check the rest of the building... maybe... maybe they left already.

[lightnen]

It's possible. Let's go, then.

[ He turned on his heel then, so he could head in the opposite direction. That was about when something occurred to him. ]

By the way... since we don't know how long we'll be here, names would be good to know. Mine's Killua.