WEEK 2

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 2

[As one week changes to the next, the Titled will find themselves having vivid dreams. Very vivid. Perhaps too real to only be dreams. Lost memories? Could it be, then, that those who brought you here did something to your minds along with your bodies?

Whatever the case, everyone, no matter how deep their sleep, are awoken to the sound of creaking, groaning metal coming from the first floor. When they do go to investigate, they will find something surprising.

The set of the doors on the right have opened.

Even the Intercessor seems stunned. It has been an odd weekend for everyone. After all, in between finding items seemingly popping out of mid air, and a bloodied statue that belongs to seemingly no one, its all very...strange.

Somehow, one gets the feeling that those strange items won't be the last they see. Indeed, after the doors open, there's the worrying, foreboding feeling coming back once more. And if those feelings are connected to the strange occurrence on Saturday...it can only mean one thing.

There's really only one way to find out if that's the case. The powers that brought you here certainly aren't going to give anyone a straight answer.

So, Titled: welcome to Week 2.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]


((OoC: Welcome to Week 2! Remember to do your memory regains and your activity check!))

Comments

[carries_war]

But you said you just remembered it. Where are trees like this from?

[intercessing]

...I...

[The pinpricks seem to narrow slightly.]

I don't know. It's there, I...I know I have seen this tree before, with my own eyes, no matter how rare. But the where, exactly...

it eludes me.

[carries_war]

Maybe you remember remembering something, but don't actually remembering it happening. That sorta happened with me...I remembered meeting someone and I know she looked like someone else I know, but I can't remember who. Just that...she was important.

[intercessing]

...I can only hope I will come to remember why this tree is so important.

[A moth flies and lands on their nose inside the cloak, fluttering its wings, before flying off again.]

...

[Blink. Ok, that is just too much whimsy for them.]

Or why these moths seem to be here. The chickens and cow I can understand, at least.

[carries_war]

[That gets something that sounds almost like a giggle, though he's trying not to show it.]

It looks like they like you, at least.