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

[poorlovefool]

...............

[There is a very long pause after that, which he has to startle himself out of with a headshake after looking somewhat ill for a moment.]

Someone probably saved you and you don't remember it.

[goodnightbats]

Maybe! Batman was right there, after all.

[THEN SHE FROWNS IN SUDDEN CONSIDERATION]

Unless I shot him. He's pretty good at not getting shot, though, so that doesn't seem likely.

[poorlovefool]

What the hell are you talking about...

["Batman" doesn't sound like a real person though.]

Anyway, if you don't remember, you were probably unconscious. No shooting anyone like that.