...we came in?

[strangerpeople]

POOR UNFORTUNATE SOULS


[There's no doubt that those who wake up will vaguely remember a dream.

In that dream, at least for most people, there are two figures, informing them each that they had a Title. With that title came a power. More than that, they were being given rooms, as if they were meant to stay in the dark and gloomy place where their dreams placed them. The Strangers might have found this to be a ridiculous proposition. Unless they have been through this before, then were probably not surprised in the least.

All of this, of course, ended with a sense of inexplicable dread for everyone. Especially when they woke up to find themselves in long, thin, cramped rooms, with only candlelight to give them any illumination.

Yes. Unfortunately, that dream had not been a dream at all, much as you might have hoped. You are here, now, inside an old, decrepit house where you have been given what appears to be a permanent residency. While you apparently have a power to aid you, it's no comfort. You have no option to leave, you have no way to escape, and the rules hammered to your door doesn't help the creeping sense of doom pooling in your stomach.

...

Now.

Where are those two figures that had greeted you to begin with?]

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Comments

[silvertongueheir]

From my experiences with places like this? Force us to kill each other or obey their directives in order to earn the right to leave.

[belovedsuffocator]

[That...that makes her face just drop.]

That...you must be...

[That look on his face says it's not a joke, however, so she doesn't even let all the words out.

So instead, she'll swallow her fear and say something else.]

Do you have any advice of what to do if it is that situation?

[silvertongueheir]

[If the gods were merciful, it wouldn't be so. They'd just be trapped with two eccentric captors who wanted to make them do chores. Sadly, this is a murdergame.]

They'll provide various motives to push people to kill, beyond simply escaping. And they'll likely have a deadline for that day. I recommend staying in your room the night before the deadline. [A pause] And if someone does die...there'll likely be an investigation and trial, to try and find the killer.

[belovedsuffocator]

[She takes a deep breath while he's talking, trying to calm herself down. She needs to pay attention to this information, considering how important it will be.

She does get herself somewhat calm by the time he stops.]

What happens when we do? Find out who killed, that is. They get put in a jail cell and are kept away from us?

[Because what else are you supposed to do with criminals?]

[silvertongueheir]

...for a bit. [At least that's how it was in Cartesio.] Then comes the execution, the day after that.

[belovedsuffocator]

[That's...not good...]

That...truly is barbaric. I'm...I'm sorry you had to go through such a thing.

[Huh. Someone actually got her to apologies. It wasn't for her own actions, granted, but the pure fact is amazing.]

[silvertongueheir]

Your commiseration is appreciated. Though we made it out of there in one piece, in the end. I deeply hope I won't be seeing the cycle start again.

[belovedsuffocator]

That still doesn’t make the situation any less horrific.

[Her face gets more composed again. This isn’t the time for panicking, now matter how much her body tells her it is.]

So, motives to make us kill, a timeframe for when the murders are usually committed, an investigation and trial to find out who did the killing, and an execution after it’s found out.

I fear I already know the answer, but I must ask about what were to happen if we were unable to discover the killer’s identity.

[silvertongueheir]

Fair enough. [He inclines his head slightly.]

There'll still be a vote. And whoever is voted for will be the one to take the killer's punishment in their place.

[belovedsuffocator]

[She sighs and shakes her head.]

I figured as much. We can only hope this isn’t too similar of a situation.

I believe we still need to introduce ourselves. I’m Felicity, Felicity Parham.

[She sticks a hand out for him to shake. Do you trust Mrs. Noodle Hands?]

[silvertongueheir]

[I mean, murdergames are already so weird, this might as well happen? He reaches out to shake, privately wondering if her hand will feel squishy.]

Franciscus Erkens.

[belovedsuffocator]

[Not so, actually! More stringy]

It's nice to meet you, despite the circumstances.

[She's side-eyeing that toilet again because DISGUSTING]

[silvertongueheir]

[Ah, everyone he's met so far seems quite polite. Maybe this is one way it'll be better than Cartesio. (Unfortunately, he hasn't seen Bangladesh yet.]

Indeed. Perhaps we should leave. There isn't really anything else here for us, after all.

[belovedsuffocator]

Yes. I think I will look around a bit downstairs. See if there's anything that could help us, if there is anything.

[She severely doubts it, but sometimes you gotta force out some optimism.]

[silvertongueheir]

[He nods.] Or at least, anything that we might need to restrict access to. [At least the arena weapons seem pretty useless for killing people.]

[belovedsuffocator]

Hmm, yes. Wish me good luck.

[And off she goes. Hopefully something useful can actually be found (probably not)]

[silvertongueheir]

Good luck. [He waves as he leaves for the arena, to both get a look at the weapons and maybe practice those powers he apparently has now.]