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]

[He shuffles his feet a bit, for a brief moment looking very much like a normal child remembering a lecture.]

Dad...always says we were created as tools, and that we're not supposed to have our own opinions. It'd mess up our missions if we had feelings about the conflict and didn't like which side we were on.

[lightnen]

I know that feeling. Dad always told me that emotions and having relationships with other people weren't needed for what I was going to be doing, cause it'd affect how I completed my jobs.

[ A huff and he then put his hands on his hips and stood up straight, feeling a bit petulant at remembering the whole reason he ran away from home to start with. ]

I don't like having my whole life planned out for me and people telling me what I can and can't do. I think while you're here, you should do the same, and forget about what your dad said and live your own life.

[ A nod follows this and he soon then smiles with very relative ease. ]

Besides. He's not here to tell you what you can and can't think or do around here, right?

[carries_war]

He's not, but...

[It's kind of embarrassing, but this guy's his own age and not someone who looks to him as a leader, so maybe it's okay?]

I don't really know how to be anything else. The only time I've ever been out of the Institute before this is to fight in wars.

[lightnen]

Then i'll help you figure out how to be your own person while we're here, okay?

[ Spoken with such ease, his eyes were bright and held a light to them at the idea of helping someone his age come out of their own shell while sort of maybe getting someone who could become his friend. ]

You're gonna learn how to be just Rubedo. Nothin' else.

[carries_war]

A...alright! And then maybe I can go home and tell Albedo and Nigredo what human kids are like!

[lightnen]

[ That kind of response earns a bit of a soft chuckle from him but he just nods with a grin in place. ]

There you go! Let's make the best of this whole mess then!!

[carries_war]

I bet they're gonna be jealous I got to meet people that weren't Institute staff or part of a war!

[lightnen]

Yeah!! They're gonna wish they'd done that first but you beat 'em to it.