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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[He seems nice enough to Emma! (Emma's judgement of character is bad and should not be trusted.)

To his question, she raises a hand to tap a finger to her chin.]

Hm... this way?

[She motions toward what they'll find to be the dining hall, having just picked a direction at random.]

[that's fine. they're going to look around everywhere else, anyway.

as they enter the dining room, the sight takes Osomatsu's breath away. he's never seen anything like this before, except movies]

Whoa! No way! This place is huge!

[Emma looks around, clasping her hands in front of her as she walks.]

It is quite grand... I've set foot in an ancient castle and I can't say it was anything like this.

[She heads over to a cupboard, lifting a hand so that she can open it up and inspect its contents.]

It looks like we have glassware in here.

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[Emma's been inside an ancient castle? dude...]

This must be where we get to eat! [because it's a dining room] Eat like kings!

[it's like he forgot all about the bad dreams, and the rules, and circumstances]

[Yeah, it had a giant ghost at the end. Not fun. F-- would not recommend.]

I've yet to see anywhere to prepare or store food, though. You'd think it would be off of a room like this.

[And yet there's no other exits...]

Maybe there's a kitchen nearby. [he's already excited, thinking about the feast they're going to have in this room. moron. he tilts his head back to sniff the air...

but there is nothing, no smells of food, anyway. hmm]

If there is, it's not an offshoot from here... I don't see any other obvious exits. Maybe the other side of the mansion?

[While she's here, though, she'll close the cabinet she's looking at and peer into another. Cutlery...

Sharp cutlery. Hm. Bad. Just gonna close that door.]

[hm. he would have thought the kitchen and dining room would be close together. maybe fancy mansions just did things differently!]

Well, wherever it is, I'm hoping it has, like, one of those huge roasted pigs. I'm starving!

[She would have, too... this has her worried.]

Well, here's hoping, right? Come on, let's go check the other side.

[She'll lead the way over to the parlor, then. Everything is cobwebs! Hooray! And still no smell of huge roasted pig or anything that isn't... you know... dust.]

[hm. the parlor's kind of neat, too. but still spooky, in a way. this whole place is spooky, and Osomatsu walks right into a cobweb because he isn't paying attention to his surroundings.

he flails his arms in front of him] Bleh!

[once all the spiders are out of his way, he tries sniffing the air again, like a hound]

I don't think there's any food on this floor. [then where would the kitchen be?]

[Emma walks to the far end of the parlor to peek into the Sanctum. Mm... she thinks she'll pass on heading in there. She'd rather not burst into flames, thanks.

...Oh! Is Osomatsu all right? Oh, wait, he just walked into a cobweb. Whoops.]

It certainly doesn't appear so. There's some kind of... bizarre religious chamber beyond here, and I'm not sure we'll find anything else in that direction.

The stairs did go down a little further...?

[But why would anyone prepare food on a completely different floor?]

[he's wondering the same thing! food being prepared in a basement? how weird]

...I dunno if we should go down there. [seems scary]

Mm... it does seem particularly dark and creepy down there.

[Emma will explore it later, but she's fine with not going down there right now.]

Are they really only intending to feed us on Saturdays...?

[ah, yes. the rule that Osomatsu conveniently forgot about. or maybe he was only pretending that he'd forgotten it]

Man, if they do that, then I dunno how long we'll be staying here. We won't have any energy to do anything.

[Listen, if he just conveniently blocked it from his mind, Emma can't blame him. It's kind of a terrifying proposition.]

Why even give us free reign of the place if they intend to treat us worse than most prisoners...? I don't understand this at all.

[Osomatsu shakes his head. he wonders if he should tell her about Cartesio, and that he's gone through something like this before. but he's not ready to show that hand yet]

I don't think we're gonna figure 'em out. At least not this early. They'll probably tell us more later.

You're probably right. Although I have the sinking feeling I'm not going to like anything they have to say.

[She sighs.]

Well. I won't force you to accompany me, but I think I'm going to continue my rounds of this place and at least try to get a better lay of the land. I don't know how much time I'll spend in those coffins they're calling our rooms, but if you ever need me and can't find me anywhere else, I'm in Room 13, okay?

I don't know how useful I can be, but if there's ever any way I can help you out, just let me know.

[Osomatsu perks up a little, mainly because Emma gave him her room number]

Yeah! I'm in room nine, and... the same goes for you.

[he's not feeling brave enough to go down the stairs yet. but he also wants to keep looking for the kitchen(?), and possibly explore some of the rooms on this floor]

It was nice talking with you!

[It's basically the ancient murdergame equivalent of letting him have her cell phone number, right?]

Osomatsu, room nine. All right! [She smiles brightly.] I'll keep that in mind.

To you, as well! I hope you feel less foggy soon.

[ehehehe! he rubs under his nose. he wants to tell her that just talking to her made him feel better, but... he'll hold off. he doesn't want to fluster her, or make her angry]

Thanks. Be careful around those stairs.

[Probably for the best! Don't kill Emma on day zero of blushing.]

Heehee. I will!

...we came in?

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