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15strangers2019-04-22 01:57 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2019-04-22 01:57 pm
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WEEK 1
[Well, it seems that you are all here now. Stuck, with a power, and with two individuals who are...very different from one another, inside an old, decrepit home. There's not much to do now than to stew, look for food, and figure out what the hell you're going to do to pass the time - if not get out of this place entirely.
There has to be a way, right? And what the heck happened to the fifteenth name on the list that was handed out? Is there someone else here? If so, who are they? Do they even exist?
So many questions to answer-and, it seems, more than enough time to try to figure them out, hopefully.
There are 15 (?) strangers in this place.]
MONDAY
INVESTIGATION/ENCOUNTER
Be careful. The more you find, the more you will find.]
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So, here's Krone. You can see her coming back in from outside the kitchen, empty handed, and using her ability as the obtuse to summon a bucket of well-water, which she's pouring into some glasses. Several full glasses are already set out on the table. There'll be 15, soon enough. Maybe that's not the precise amount of people who will show up, but it seemed like a good, round, neat number.]
Good morning. [Warm nod to whoever came inside!
Once a reasonable gathering has coalesced.] With all that ruckus yesterday, we didn't really get that much time to introduce ourselves to everyone properly... I've been reading your profiles, myself, but that's so impersonal, isn't it? I hope we get along.
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I thought fresh air would do me some good, but even the air out there doesn't seem that fresh.
[Later on, he can also be found in the music room, slowly trying to play the harp. It sounds...okay, at least.]
Hm...never thought I'd have a chance to put those lessons to use.
[And in the game room, wincing at all the torture devices.]
There's no way to actually cordon this place off, is there...
Game Room
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garden, well after meeting
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TUESDAY
INVESTIGATION/ENCOUNTER
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WEDNESDAY
INVESTIGATION/ENCOUNTER
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A TASK FOR THE TAKING.
Eventually, a rough voice projects from the cobwebs that many of you are beginning to get to know. Although, if you happen to be around him, the Younger Steward is actually just talking toward one in the Parlor, where he's lounging all over the furniture, putting his feet up on it and everything.]
Alright, listen up, assholes! It's time for all of you to start showing your gratitude to Big Sis. That's Our Lady to you people I haven't had the pleasure of talking to yet. Luckily, there's a great opportunity for one of you to do that. Or a party, I don't give a shit, heheh.
See, there's this fucking guy.... he was supposed to be one of you, you know, but he already defied us. I'm sick of his bullshit. So who wants to show me that our enemies are your enemies?
- Oh, right, before you go off on that bug-eyed dude, I don't mean the title. Heheh. The man I want you to hunt down for Big Sis is.
[He checks his own scroll, and then starts snickering before he can even say it.]
Th... The Oral.... Heh heh hya ha ha ha!! Hoo.... man, that one gets me every time. Anyway his power is just growing shark teeth, so he shouldn't give you too much trouble, as long as you're not completely fucking pathetic.
So... If you give me The Oral [shit eating grin] Dead or Alive, Big Sis will reward you! You can have one thing back, exactly as you left it, full power or whatever. If you save the work killing him for me, I'll even give you a bite to eat before everyone else gets it. My generous mood ain't gonna last though, so get to work. I want that bastard dead by tonight!
[Well, that's pretty clear. The question is, will any strangers take him up on it?]
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but now, today, he's going to try to get to know the other guests. he starts by looking over the scroll that was handed out, checking out Titles, and who is what. he's walking down the hallway while doing this, though, so he's not paying attention to where he's going.
he's hungry, too. the guy likes to eat, and snack all the time! later he can be found looking around in the dining room for food, frowning when he can't seem to find any and muttering under his breath.
then it's off to the basement to check out the game room, since he hasn't looked there yet. mostly, he's just searching for other people to talk to, and to possibly make friends... though, look at these scary torture devices! gross...]
Game room-ish
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Dining Room
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THURSDAY
???
Those who are coming down to the basement level will immediately see signs of trouble - at the foot of the stairs near the music room, there are spots of blood, a multitude of low velocity spatters leading into the game room. Discarded at the entrance is a sharp steak knife from the fancy cutlery cabinet, definitely the source of the blood as it's covered in it. Something must be through the door.
Do you dare go in?]
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Re: ???
URGENT MEETING TIME
When you see a person dissolved into a skeleton, it takes you a while to calm down, pretty much]
...I have gathered you all here to inform you of what Emma, Akko, Franciscus and I found.
The person the Stewards were aiming for is dead. We found his remains inside one of the torture instruments. I don't recommend you enter that room for quite a while -- and if you do, stay for as little as possible.
[It will take an eternity for the air to not smell like that]
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cw describing murder scenes/blood
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late night, cw for mentioned nudity i guess?
[Emma, fool that she is, apparently went down into the game room again despite the body that's down there. Did she do some of her own investigating? Meh. Did she trade cute origami spiders for cool stuff? You bet she did!
The coolest thing she has thus far is a plate of sashimi. Judging by the color and smell, it's tuna.
She makes quick work of dumping her... blob... out into the corner of the garden somewhere to become fertilizer (hopefully), but after that, she's taking her plate and heading to find the other mansion guests.
Emma will primarily hunt down anyone younger than herself, but any character is welcome to see her.]
I wound up with food... please, take some. Not all of it, I'm trying to ration this out, but...
[Noteworthy especially is that Emma isn't taking any for herself.]
ii. shower?
[Very late at night, Emma ducks out behind the strange building between the mansion and the garden. After making very sure no one is around, she sighs deeply to try to calm her nerves, and removes her clothing.
She has water powers, right? She can make this work. It's not ideal, but it's something, so...
She summons some water right above her head, which proceeds to drop down on her. It's night, the water she generates is room temperature at best... the end result is it's cold, and Emma yelps at the sensation.
If she hears anyone coming closer due to the noise, she's quick to call out, bringing her hands up in a sad attempt to maintain her modesty and hiding that much more behind the building.]
P-please, don't come any closer just yet!
[She's just going to try to grab her clothes and throw them back on her soaking wet body before anyone else can intrude. An attempt was made?]
Sashimi
cw: discussing deaddie
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So for the entirety of the day, if you’re brave enough to go back down to the basement, you might be able to hear the strings of a fiddle coming from the music room. It’s a bit rough around the edges, like the musician is out of practice, possibly not even used to this specific instrument, but still fine nonetheless.
Perhaps you’d like to go in and request a song?]
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FRIDAY
INVESTIGATION/ENCOUNTER THREAD
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If you listen to her closely, she seems to be whispering prayers to some god that, in all likelihood, you've never heard of.
The rest of the morning has her in the music room, where she's strumming away on a dulcimer with a somewhat frustrated look on her face. ]
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[After that he can be found in the garden, instrument at his side, checking on the flowers. The darker ones get a small glance, but he's mostly interested in the sunflowers, making sure that there's no weeds. There don't seem to be, so he's just taking a chance to enjoy the fresh air a little.]
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But the way he's holding that definitely isn't an attitude conducive to drinking. If anything, it looks like he's trying to keep the cork in place with his thumb. It's almost as if he's afraid of the contents escaping.
He is speaking, though it's barely audible. It is barely coherent. The lack of food, the lack of the ability to bathe, the unfamiliar laws of reality in a situation that he truly feels he ought to understand... they've all gotten to him, now. He's exhausted, and begging an absent friend's forgiveness aloud doesn't seem strange in the place he's in.]
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SATURDAY
The Weekly Feast
Though some have already eaten, whether you've created skeletons or just spun them around, surely all are very curious as far as what will actually be offered by the Stewards. It takes until the afternoon to find out.
The Elder Steward, still wreathed in shadows, carries a massive silver platter to the dining room, though a round cover hides the meal from sight. What could be under it? Once it's placed on the table, there is a clearing of the throat before the Steward begins to talk.]
Good afternoon, children. I am certain you are all hungry-your unexpected meals notwithstanding. Do not think I haven't noticed all of the fish.
[One can imagine the figure's nose crinkling at that moment.]
Ah, but here is something that will truly fulfill you. I think you will find it much more to your liking.
[Finally, the cover is lifted to reveal sumptuous helpings of...
Of...
... Actually, what are these?
The alleged food is piled up on the plate, round 'eggs' that are roughly the size of tennis balls. Each one of them has its own glow - some of them a pleasingly cool cyan color with a center of white light, while others are a radiant red hue with a dark purple core and something almost scaly-looking gathering around the edges as a 'shell.' Each of their membranes has something wriggling sticking out of them, a tail that you could pick them up from, if you didn't want to use the forks that have been set at the table. Their outer texture looks smooth, bouncy and chewy, like a thicker, denser gelatin. Inner texture is possibly runny like the yolk it resembles, but ultimately it all just looks kind of alien and magical.
It's totally unlike any food to be found on Earth, and yet, the very first instinctive response of the stranger's bodies will ultimately be that they look edible and nutritious - the kind of meal that would satisfy any craving you have. The taste, though, is anyone's guess. Do you dare?
A toothy smile can be seen beneath the elder Steward's cloak-the very first inkling of their face that anyone here has had, as of yet.]
Bon appetit.
((OoC: Come get your weekly meal of Steward-mandated food here! Otherwise, you will have to wait until next Saturday for anything!))
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Those passing by may hear an "Ack!!" and see her bumped on her butt just outside the room, looking into the doorway, which has an inflatable tongue lolling out of it as its inflatable cheek entirely blocks the doorway. That was easier to make happen than she thought. Much easier. Oh dear.
But once she's gotten it back flat in her hands, she drags the thing to the biggest empty space they know of, the Arena. Now it stands for good, towering in its majestic feline glory, the best castle to exist in this century: The Bouncy Catsle. Harriet appreciates it from a distance, slightly bewildered:] Can't believe this thing still exists, but alright.
[To anyone nearby, she'd at least turn and offer with a friendly smile.] Who wants a go?
arena
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