...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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[silvertongueheir]

[He hums a bit thoughtfully.] That is true. I haven't tested the power they claim to have granted me, but if that holds as well it does increase the likelihood of that conversation having happened in reality.

[whiterosefoes]

So you got that too, eh? I'm afraid my own so-called power would be rather difficult to prove to myself... do let me know if yours works.

[silvertongueheir]

Of course. And let me know if you find some way to test your own as well.

[whiterosefoes]

Sure. But first, you said you were trapped in a town, is that right? How were they keeping you in?

[It's a larger scale than the places she's been trapped in. With the exception to that time where it was just a time period.]

[silvertongueheir]

The Sergeant warned us against leaving. He'd shown some ability to forcefully knock people out already, so most of us decided not to risk it. Some people still tried, but...it never turned out well for them. And...later on, some of the townsfolk finally realized what was going on and tried to help the surviving group escape...and it turned out they simply returned to the town. [A pause.]

Ah, right. The entire thing was merely a simulation, in the first place. [And so were they, but he doesn't mention that last part.]

[whiterosefoes]

Wait, you're serious? A simulation advanced enough to fool you into thinking it was real? Of all the things, I didn't know that could exist...

[mostly because she lived in England which is not the closest access route to products from the Kaiba Corporation.

Still, philosophically, that's a lot to chew on.]

Do you think you could tell if you were in another one?

[silvertongueheir]

It did start to break down, near the end, with some visible glitching. [Though it still took a while for them to realize the actual cause.] And there were some discrepancies that, now that I look back on it, should have been fairly obvious, such as buildings suddenly appearing overnight.

I'm not sure. I suppose if we find a supposedly open space that warps back on itself, or sudden overnight changes. Or if one of our captors doesn't have a face at all.

[whiterosefoes]

...Ah fuck. That happened in one of my four places too - well, sudden disappearances more than appearances, but still -

[What is reality!??!

Harriet forcibly reminds herself that these happenings were completely rational in her world in the same way that field spells work with actual magic.]

Well, I suppose it can't always mean the same thing. After all, I could summon a mountain over here if I didn't give up my bloody deck.

Moving on. He didn't have a face? Why? Did they run out of budget?

[silvertongueheir]

[Card magic? Sure, that makes sense with everything else that's happened.]

Apparently it was because the simulation wasn't stable. That was why he'd decided to make us kill each other in the first place. It was supposed to train us to...rebuild the world, or something similar.

[whiterosefoes]

"He" made you?

[As in just one guy? That's... new, almost. With one exception she knows that she's sure has nothing to do with this, but she'll lean toward that kind of guess anyway.]

How? Mind control or something?

[silvertongueheir]

[He shakes his head, slowly.] He wanted people to kill of their own free will. All he needed was to offer up the proper motive as a reward, and there was always someone who'd be convinced by it. [Well, technically Bolin and Kinzie was an accident, but still.]