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

[zephyranthe]

Can you toss me up there?

[:|b]

[intercessing]

[8|]

I...

[They look up at the alcove, staring at it. Then they look around.]

...

If you're insistent, I worry I'll overshoot.

[zephyranthe]

I can manage. Undershooting would be worse.

[Her body is ready, Cessy]

[intercessing]

...

Very well. When you're ready.

[This is happening they guess]

[zephyranthe]

Good to go whenever.

[What magical things will Fie find when she reaches the hole in the ceiling? Assuming she doesn't crash and die or something.]

[intercessing]

[Well, here it goes. The Intercessor readily picks her up with one hand at the waist, hefts her until she's in position in their palm, and like a football, tosses her upward with surprising strength towards the hole.

Quick grab on when you get up there don't fall and die!!]

[zephyranthe]

[IT'S COOL Y'ALL she's got dis. She doesn't even look particularly fazed about the speed at which she was flung, as she easily grabs onto the edge of the hole and pulls herself up.

She'll even turn around and give a thumbs up at the Intercessor when she's safe.

Now just what is she going to see here?]

[strangerpeople]

[The bad news: it's not a way out. It's too small and it seems to end a few feet in.

The good news: there does look like there's something stuck up in the hole.]

[zephyranthe]

[Well, it would be too easy to get out, but damn if that wasn't what she was hoping for. But okay, let's see what that object is and hopefully get it unstuck, assuming it isn't something that looks horribly dangerous.]

[strangerpeople]

[At first glance?

It looks like what can be described as a very fancy rolling pin. Seriously, it's plated in what looks like gold and has a large gem set in it. It sits comfortably on top of a rock, just chilling there like there is nothing strange about it being there at all.

You know. Like any normal rolling pin.]

[zephyranthe]

[Well that... sure is a thing, huh. She's never seen rolling pins like that and having a gem inset into it would kind of defeat the point if it was meant to be used as one. So what happens if she picks it up to take a closer look at it? What about its heft and such? And are there any noticeable seams or gaps that may suggest that this thing can come apart?]

[strangerpeople]

[It feels a bit heavy. If she isn't careful she and the rolling pin will become pancakes on the ground below.

There is one single seam with something just sticking out of it.]

[zephyranthe]

[She'll be careful! ...Or at least careful enough to not fall and make this trip pointless.

Time to try and pry at that seam, then? Does whatever's sticking out look like paper or something thicker?]

[strangerpeople]

[It definitely looks like paper. The question is, does she want to try and unroll it right now, or wait until she's back on the ground?]

[zephyranthe]

[Well, we could continue our string of odd/possibly downright terrible decisions but sure. Let's get back to the ground, if it doesn't look like there's anything else of interest.

Although there's an important question here: is the tree close enough to jump to without killing herself or is she gonna have to have the Intercessor catch her?]

[strangerpeople]

[The tree is close enough to jump to, thankfully. Its a pretty big tree with a nice spread, all things considered!]

[zephyranthe]

[Well, she has no excuse to leap into the Intercessor's arms now, how sad. But she will hop on over to the tree with the golden rolling pin in her hands. After she makes her way down to the ground, I guess it's time to take that paper out! What's she looking at here?]

[strangerpeople]

[Oh, Fie. Your enthusiasm is...well, no one can fault you for it.

The moment she unrolls it, it's clear it's a scroll of some kind. She can just barely see lines, and a circle, and...

And that's all she is able to see before she suddenly feels piercing, stinging pain in her eyes. It's like being exposed to an allergen Fie never knew existed. What kind? Who knows? It's...it's inexplicable.

Like the paper's punishing her, for some reason. Or perhaps...it's not ready. Or she isn't ready.

No matter.

Her vision will blur, then lighten, before becoming entirely dark.

--

The Schemer has been temporarily blinded due to this, her first attempt to read the scroll. Her vision will return in several moments.]

[zephyranthe]

[She just wants to get out, is that so much to ask??

But wow okay, Mistakes Were Made, all the regrets, etc. At least curiosity didn't kill the cat this time, although it sure feels like someone tear gassed her or something. Shit.

She'll rub at her eyes a little and when her vision comes back, Fie will be off to the stream to rinse out her eyes, just in case. She will give a Look at the scroll.]

Well, that sucked.

[...

...

Welp time to blind the Intercessor!]

[intercessing]

Are you all right, Schemer?

[They have been concerned. Clearly something happened. They didn't see it, but...

They look at the item in Fie's hands.]

What is that?

[lightnen]

[ Whether it was simply a matter of coincidence or just plain and simple timing, when she'd been jumping down from the ceiling, Killua had just been walking by and it was both her unusual attitude and the scroll-thing in her hands that got his attention.

Just what was going on? It looked like something he wanted to know the answer to. Quiet as ever, he then walked up so he was standing somewhat closer to Fie with his hands in his pockets and a rapt look of curiosity written all over his face. ]

I'd like to know the answer to that, too.

[zephyranthe]

[She glances over at Killua when he approaches before holding the scroll out to both of them.]

I found this thing in the hole in the roof. I tried to read it, but...

[Shrugs. Who wants to try!?]

[intercessing]

You found...that in the hole?

[...the hell]

Let me see if I can read what it says.

[lightnen]

In the roof, huh? I was wonderin' what was up there.

[ He was a bit hesitant to want to read it when he'd kinda seen what happened to Fie when she'd acted a bit weird after opening it briefly. So he was quite relieved when the Intercessor spoke up first about seeing if he could read it, nodding in just mute agreement of this. ]

Let us know if it actually says anything, okay?

[zephyranthe]

[Welp, if they're volunteering...]

'Kay. Here you go.

[Just going to lightly toss it over!]