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]

...That's not a normal military rank.

[???]

[almightyconflagration]

It's still one of the higher ranks in the organization I belong to. Doubt Abyss will be pleased to find out I'm missing. [Or maybe she'll be glad to hear less bitching from Duvalie, who knows.]

[poorlovefool]

Huh. Does the leader of your organization call himself that? Abyss?

[Because that is pretty sketchy seeming, but if this is some kind of secret society with code names then why would this dude even tell him stuff.]

[almightyconflagration]

That's just what I call her because it amuses me.

[Though she's not exactly the leader, just the one in charge of the project he's working on.]

[poorlovefool]

Oh... really? I don't really get the joke but, I guess that makes sense.

[How does one earn a joke name like Abyss though. Does she eat so much it's like her stomach is an abyss?!]