15strangers | ...we came in?

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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Mm. Indeed, it'd make the most sense for there to be one kidnapper... and I suppose there's no point in concealing it. I'm missing a family heirloom, a certain spear....

[what is his life, he's speaking to a bright orange child of some kind and just admitted he's unarmed....]

Anything else is secondary. That, I cannot have lost.

[She’s not fully sure if take a spear away from this man was a bad thing. But, she does understand the importance of family heirlooms, so she won’t feel too snarky about it.]

Well, if we’re lucky we may be able to find it somewhere here, along with our other things.

[She sticks a-hand?-the end of her noodle limb out for him to shake.]

Felicity Parham, by the way. You may call me Mrs. Parham, though

[WOW he misjudged her age if she's a Mrs. anything. But she's speaking like anyone else, she hasn't done anything except yell at him for an admittedly foolish decision, she's obviously a person, if... not human. He only hesitates for a moment, in the manner of one not expecting a handshake, before accepting what is obviously intended as one.]

How do you do, Mrs. Parham? My name is Eric Lecarde.

[Etiquette is the last refuge of the possibly-going-mad, right?]

[That it is, Mr. Lecarde!

~~and how do people keep thinking she’s a child or something she’s like almost 6 foot~~]

Surprisingly fine, given the circumstances. [She looks around at their surroundings when saying this, a bit of disgust in her tone.] I don’t suppose you have any ideas why this is happening?

I wish that I did, but I am at a loss. I'm not easy to kidnap, under normal circumstances, this is....

[His voice trails off, and he frowns, brow furrowing. John had been incensed, had all but called him a murderer, but even with that - ]

Surely he wouldn't have... this is much too far for a prank or revenge, even under the circumstances, and I'm certain you've made no enemies such as I may have.

I’m not sure how I was kidnapped either, considering I was in a large crowd at the time.

[Not everyone’s attention was on her, but it was still pretty big. People would’ve noticed.]

I’m not sure who you’re talking about, but that is also likely true. I don’t think I would’ve angered anyone enough to make them do...this.

[More gesturing to the general area.]

There was a friend of mine, we recently... even as that falling out was, he would think this was too much. Ridiculous of me to even think it. This setting is too much for simple revenge.

[He shakes his head like he's trying to rattle the thought of that argument out of it.]

You were in the middle of a crowd and then awakened here?

Not only that, but the money it would take to get a place like this would probably just seem wasteful.

[Why would they hold all these people in a mansion when a basement would cost so much less?]

Yes, I was near the center of a...bonfire we had set up.

[That probably sounds suspicious, but you also probably don’t need to worry about it?]

[Not suspicious, really, his mind goes to festivals before anything else. Even with the little pause.]

Even if things were chaotic, if you were near the center of the crowd it would've been close to impossible not to be noticed... is it safe to assume, then, that there would have been people who did notice and would raise an alarm?

[If there's reinforcements coming from outside, he wants to know now.]

Yes, most likely. Even with us mostly focusing on the bonfire, I’m certain at least a couple people would have noticed and called the police.

[How helpful the police would be at that point, she’s not fully sure, but hey, at least it’s something.]

...we came in?

There was dialogue in there that bad HTML ate, but... rule of funny, it's better like that.

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