...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]

[Would she like an awkward shoulder pat? He can offer an awkward shoulder pat.] The last place like this...it involved an attempt to rebuild a damaged world gone badly wrong. Though those rules don't quite suggest that's the case here.

[hexposition]

[She will accept the awkward shoulder pat.]

Certainly not... it sounds more like we're here to appease some insane goddess, if I'm honest.

[Not like she's ever put much stake in those before, being an Actual Witch and all, but listen. It's hard to take "praise Our Lady in the sanctum" any other way.]

[silvertongueheir]

Perhaps one whose worship rituals require some manner of blood sport, then. [It makes a horrible amount of sense.]

[hexposition]

Ugh... how awful...

But then again, it's not as if we know for certain. We can't know until our "hosts" are so generous as to clue us in... although who knows if the real answer will be better or worse.

[silvertongueheir]

[He nods.] Right...though it seems they do want us to be trapped here, so I doubt a better answer would really feel "better" in this case...

[hexposition]

That's true enough...

[This is just terrible. What are they going to do...]

[silvertongueheir]

[He sighs.] I didn't mean to cause you undue worry. We probably shouldn't speculate overly much when we haven't even met our captors yet.

[hexposition]

[To that, at least, she shakes her head quickly.]

Don't apologize. It's probably better to have some idea what we might be in for going in. Being caught off guard by this at their mercy would be worse.

[silvertongueheir]

[He nods.] I suppose all that's left is to wait for their summons, for now. I might explore the rest of this place while we await that, at least.

[hexposition]

Mm.

That's probably not a bad idea. For now, though, I think I'd just like to stay here and get a grip on my power. If this is all I have, I may as well master it as soon as I can.

[silvertongueheir]

[He nods, waving a little.] I'll see you around, then. Perhaps by then we'll be able to boil water together.

[hexposition]

[She waves back.]

I wish you all the best!

[silvertongueheir]

[And off he goes to check out the downstairs more. Though he'll probably be back later to meet Osomatsu here.]