15strangers | WEEK 1

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WEEK 1

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.]

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[Good morning, Titled.

It appears that another letter has been slipped under your doors, addressed to you by Title once more, while you were asleep or otherwise occupied last night.

Apparently, the powers that be decided to impress on the importance of reading the letter by slipping several copies of them beneath your doors. Unless you're in room 2. Then its several dozen copies shoved beneath the door, including a nice little pile of a few dozen copies that's formed in front of the Deceiver's door. Just in case the Deceiver somehow ignored the letters inside.

It almost looks the same as the first - save that there is a new rule. The the date of the rule change is odd, as well. But really, it's all about the rule change. Or maybe it's a rule clarification.

Either way, its one question answered - even if its not question people would have wanted the answer to.

Most people, at least.]

Edited 2017-05-18 13:13 (UTC)

[The week has, so far, passed without much happening. Aside from ridiculous puzzles, sudden language comprehension, and, well, the whole being in another place entirely against your will and being forced to possibly murder another living being to leave situation. It might be a bit boring, with the obvious lack of technology. And nothing else seems to have happened.

As the Titled wake up this morning, however, something is...off. There is a gut feeling that something is wrong. A strange sense of foreboding in the air. It's inexplicable just why one feels that way, but it's there. It doesn't leave when they leave their rooms. If anything, the feeling that something is different seems a little bit stronger as the moments passed.

There are no letters piling in front of Harley's door today, it appears.

But it will soon become very apparent that the foreboding sensation seems strongest when one approaches rooms 4 and 10.]

Edited 2017-05-20 16:18 (UTC)

[ Laslow is used to suddenly being in new places. He is also used to being nauseous from it. What he is not used to is being taken without approving of such a thing first! Consent is very important when it comes to travel!

As he explores he kicks various things in his annoyance and makes this or that fall over, but quickly picks it up afterwards. Even if he is in a new place he can't be an ass. It seems someone might have put the fear of not being neat and tidy into him. Hmm...

When he gets to the kitchen, he ransacks it... neatly. Setting cups and booze and ale and mead and all sorts of things in all the wrong places, stacking them up but trying to making sure nothing looks too much of a fuss. Unfortunately in that case, everything looks like so much of a fuss.

The whole thing has him crying from frustration throughout his whole journey. But who can blame him? Really now... ]

[Unexpectedly, one of those various things happens to have a human behind it. One that half jumps, half crawls out of the way of the thing as it falls over with a a small shriek.

...it's just some boy. Somehow she expected much worse. She seems to calm down a little bit-- but only enough that she's standing-- and taking a step back?]

What was that for?! You almost gave me a heart attack.

[Although for some reason she still seems like she wants to bolt. "Strangers" really is the key word here for her.]

Edited 2017-05-15 18:37 (UTC)

[Hallway]

['Alone' is not a URTV's natural state. In fact, Rubedo can't remember ever being alone in his life...at least, not so alone that he couldn't feel his brothers' minds, or his twin's heartbeat. Not realizing all of his own powers are gone, there's only one assumption he can make...and it's not a good one. After all, there's only one reason he wouldn't be able to feel his second heartbeat...

Anyone who runs into him outside his room will have what looks like a preteen child in a strange outfit pointing a palm tattooed with the number '666' in bright red at them.]

Were you involved in the attack on the Yuriev Institute?

[Armory]

['Unarmed' is also not a URTV's natural state, especially after realizing his powers are gone. Double especially if the people here are possibly enemies. People passing by the armory will hear movement and the occasional clink of metal on metal. Those who investigate will find a young boy looking through the weapons, appraising them and putting them back before finally slipping a pair of daggers into the empty gun holsters in what, to him, is a new outfit.]

[Kitchen]

['Hungry' is a URTV's natural state. Once comfortably armed, he makes his way to the kitchen...and proceeds to stare in surprise for a good minute. He knew this place looked old fashioned, like something out of a medieval history book, but he didn't imagine even the kitchen would look like this. It's...kind of exciting, to have this food right here, instead of locked away and prepared for him in strict portions. But as hungry as he is, he hesitates. He can't just start cutting things up to cook...right?]

Kitchen/Dining Room

[The first place Futaba manages to drag herself to is the kitchen. While it's empty when she walks in, it might not be during her entire visit. While she... seems to be contemplating entering the dining room.]

Hoooo boy. This is fine. Toooootally fine.

Just a group of strangers she's never met in her life in a place she's never seen in her life with little to no explanation. In times like this, she'd hide behind Akira... but he's not here. Neither was Sojiro. Or any of the Phantom Thieves for that matter. At least... not that she knew. But there were people here she didn't know. Found that out the hard way.

But if she doesn't get out there then she's never going to figure this out and get back to the others.]

They're totally hopeless without me. Come on Futaba. Get it together.

[She wasn't shaking so badly anymore. So she slams the door open and yells "Hellooooo?!" rather quickly. If anyone's there, they'll definitely be hearing her. If they could have possibly missed the sound of the door banging. And probably be pretty surprised. Still... the orange-haired girl probably looks more scared of you than you are of her.

...hopefully you didn't hear her talking to herself on the other side of the door. Or you know... enter the kitchen behind her...]

Study

[This... this is the life. She immediately sprawls out on the comfortable couch and sighs happily while she looks around. There is a decent amount of stuff here but for some strange reason she hasn't seen anything electronic.]

Someone has to have a phone or a computer around here somewhere...

[It's a necessity to live, right?]

[ OH NO OH NO not only has Laslow kicked a person, but he's kicked a pretty girl! This is an unforgivable slight! ]

Ah, miss. [ He wipes his tears away, tries to imperceptibly sniff and meanders on closer to her. ] I was merely so overcome by your prettiness that I had to reach you as quickly as possible.

[As Laslow ransacks the kitchen, he might notice a redheaded child staring at him from the doorway. It's a bit of a creepy stare, as his eyebrows are up but his mouth remains set in an impartial line. His body language doesn't seem afraid or timid, but he also seems unsure if he should approach. Maybe someone told him about stranger danger?]

[The good news! Someone does hear that slamming door and is now right behind you!]

HELLOOOO, HUMAN!

Edited 2017-05-15 19:09 (UTC)

[Rubedo's always been told not to address people outside the Institute unless spoken to first, but...this young woman is speaking in a general sense and he's here, so that's sort of like speaking to him, right? So he approaches, with an oddly formal stiffness to his movements.]

I haven't seen anything here that runs on any sort of electricity or energy transfer. I think our enemy only plans on giving us access to technology that matches medieval Lost Jerusalem.

[She takes it all back. This is definitely not fine. Futaba makes a squeaking noise and turns around quickly-- only to really regret that; falling backwards onto her butt.

That's. A skeleton.]

Whaoieyo?!

[DEEP BREATH... scooting back a little further...]

...what are you? Some kind of Shadow?

[W o w i e he is so amazing he startled the first human he's ever met!]

NOPE! I'M A SKELETON!

[...it makes sense from that aspect, but it doesn't stop her from dropping her head back against the arm of the couch hard. It's frustrating to be a hacker in a world of no electronics.]

What the heck?! That's just barbaric.

[No, literally. What kind of place has an armory-- but nothing remotely resembling electronics?]

...but you're probably right. They're probably afraid we'd rig up some sort of bombs to blast out of this place.

[...you know. That sounds really good. Dammit.]

[...she's not sure whether or not she should be happy he's not a Shadow or more worried about what he really is.]

...riiiight. But you know most skeleton's don't move, right?

[...]

Did you have some kind of curse put on you or something?

Or send out a distress message. That's probably why they seem to have nullified my powers, too. Otherwise, the rest of the URTV force would know exactly where to find me. And I don't think dad would take too kindly to someone stealing me from the Institute.

[Is this...

her first encounter with a pervert?!]

But you don't even know me!

OF COURSE NOT! EVERY SKELETON I KNOW CAN MOVE!

WELL, MY BROTHER WOULD MOVE IF HE WASN'T SO LAZY

HAVE YOU SEEN HIM, BY ANY CHANCE, HUMAN? HE'S SANS, YOU'D KNOW HIM IF YOU SAW HIM.

Edited 2017-05-15 19:42 (UTC)

[ GASP! He is no pervert, he is merely an admirer of women! ]

But that could change! All we need to do is find a nice place to sit and chat together.

Even if we had them, I seriously have to question what kind of signal we'd get here, much less guaranteed network access.

[So she doubts there's really a lot they could do-- even if she'd love to be trying that right now instead of having no clue what to do...]

Wait-- they took your powers? Then what was all that stuff about "use your power wisely" or whatever?

[ Laslow does notice soon enough. He glances at the doorway often, unsure of what to do. He takes the time to calm himself and wipe his tears away before turning to the door with a smile. The creepiness of the stare makes it a little hard to keep the smile but he manages it gosh darn it. ]

Hello, young one. [ The fact a child has been taken as well makes him so angry but he hides it behind his smiling mask. ] Do you feel sick?

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