...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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[hexposition]

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.

[relieable]

[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!

[hexposition]

[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.

[relieable]

[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.

[hexposition]

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

Heehee. I will!