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

[almightyconflagration]

[Or maybe he was also intruded upon, but not like he's admitting to that or showing what he found yet.]

Yet no one has signs of injury of any sort.

[zephyranthe]

[She is not Immediately Suspicious because detective work was mostly left to the others like Rean, but she's getting a weird feeling. After all, she would think that someone like McBurn would easily realize that much and yet... he was still taking the time to observe everyone that closely.]

Might not be one of us, though. Unless the cloaked guy is hiding it under the hood.

[Not that she necessarily thinks the Intercessor got beaned in the head, but if they're only considering that...]