WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

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.]

Comments

[yonosoymaria]

I've never encountered one that would cover an entire building, and a curse effect keeping us completely drained would have to be renewed every few minutes, on the quarter-hour at the most.

[He sighs, and props his chin in one hand, leaning against the table.]

Though from what I've seen and overheard, I suspect there's less in common between all of our backgrounds than would make comparing experiences terribly helpful.

[necroyalty]

What was the last thing you remember?

[yonosoymaria]

I was...

[It takes work to figure out how much of his hand to show, here, but thankfully it's easily masked as distress. Again, a lie of omission, but not even that much of an omission....]

John and I - ah, my best friend and I - we've been working together at my home on a research project for quite some time, and the result was something neither of us wanted to accept. We quarreled over it, I stormed off to my bedchamber, and... I must have fallen asleep in my clothes, though I can't believe I'd be so distraught over anything as to do that. Then I was here.

[necroyalty]

...I can imagine the feeling.

[ Queen or no, her one true passion in life has been magical nerdery. ]

I had a conversation with my younger brother over matters of...personal importance. Other than the quarrel, not much different from your set of circumstances.

[yonosoymaria]

Then it seems there is a common thread, at least through our two experiences. Whatever seized us came at a time when our minds were vulnerable.