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]

Huh. Well that's probably a good sign that his head is alright. At least physically speaking. It's a shame, because she really would have enjoyed giving him a smack to see if it'd help get them back. On a more serious note though, that was bordering on the edge of suggesting some dangerous tampering. The kind that came a little too close to the sorts of things that had been happening to other people back home for comfort. Was it possible that they could be victims of attempted mental shutdowns or some other malicious attack on their psyches?

...right. Her Persona...

"Nope. I haven't been able to sense Necronomicon since I woke up here. And they took my phone, so I can't check the app either."

[pursuitofbeauty]

Necronomicon? From the name alone, Yusuke can't imagine what Futaba's Persona must look like, though he knows it must be far more bizarre than any of the other Thieves'... at least from what memories he has of them. Wanting to recall what he's apparently forgotten has little to do with curiosity over that, however.

"My phone is missing as well. I also attempted to summon Goemon before I emerged from my room, to no avail. Either we aren't in the Metaverse or something has been done to seal our Personas." Yusuke frowns. "Both possibilities are equally alarming in their own ways."

[socialhacktivist]

"Well, if what I remember is really all of it, we weren't in the Metaverse when I blacked out. So if we could just get our phones back, then we could try using the Nav."

Besides-- she felt naked without her phone or her laptop. If she had just one of them, she'd be feeling a lot less helpless right now. But then, it would also be near impossible to get her head out of it either.

"If I could just get connected to a network somewhere, I could try to send out an encrypted message to the others and try to track our current location." Without it though, she doesn't even know where to start. Heck... until just now, she hadn't even managed to venture beyond her own door. It's like the world is testing her.

Well she's not giving up. Not anymore. She has to live. She has to avenge her mother. That's what's keeping her going. That and and the presence of her fellow Phantom Thief ally.

[pursuitofbeauty]

"Then I will keep a constant vigil for our phones or anything equivalent. If I should find something, I know to deliver it straight to you."

Futaba is so tiny and unsure of things, Yusuke can't help feeling sorry for her even if he doesn't remember her. She shouldn't be forced into a situation like this-- none of them should-- and Yusuke knows he'll do anything he can to protect her.

His hand settles on the crown of her head, feeling the thick, soft weight of her hair against his skin. Somehow he manages a faint smile for her. "I won't let anything happen to you, I promise. We're going to get out of here, the others need us."