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

[socialhacktivist]

Huh. You'd think they would leave stuff like that go, what with their "rule seven" and all. But I guess they were too worried we might get a hold of them first.

[carries_war]

They didn't give me any shells for this gun, either. There's bows in the armory, but nothing modern. Not even an Ether bow. I guess it'd explain it if they were afraid we'd use it against them.

[He shakes the shirt in his hands out, now mostly stopped dripping.]

Do you mind if I borrow these clothes for a bit longer? I really need this stuff to dry. I know there's other clothes, but...I'm not used to picking my own.

[socialhacktivist]

Oh, sure. Don't worry about it. [Futaba thinks for a moment and then-- seems to come to a conclusion of sorts.] Alright. In that case... in return for getting my gear back for me, I'll help you pick out some clothes.

[She's a girl, she can do that... right?? ...Probably. Anyway-- she doesn't want to just take them without doing something in return.]

[carries_war]

You don't mind? I could just give them back when I'm done...

[What is this, other people doing nice things for him? It keeps happening and it's weird.]

[socialhacktivist]

Nah it's fine. [She waves her hand casually.] It's the least I can do. Besides... it should be a piece of cake.

[Except for the part where she's never done it before. At least, not that she remembers. Maybe she's actually a pro. I mean... she went to a big amusement park apparently. Anything was possible.]

[carries_war]

Alright, thanks!

[Look how happy he is, just to have someone offer to help him! Even if his facial expression doesn't really change...]

[socialhacktivist]

[She'd wondered for a while-- since he corrected her about the whole robot thing, but-- his words and facial expressions really don't match up do they? Huh... She might have to watch him for a little bit to make sure but...]

Well... just bring those along for now.

[They're not dripping anymore so it should be fine. Might as well get them now.]

[carries_war]

[His body language is fine, and his eyes have lit up just like you'd expect of a happy child, but his mouth stays set in that neutral line as he gathers up his damp clothes.]

Should we stop by the barracks so I can put them in my room? I don't wanna get your stuff all damp...

[socialhacktivist]

[That just makes it even more curious. Did they forget to program-- or I guess DNA-splice-- mouth... expressions?




...okay, listen. Science isn't her specialty.]

Sounds good to me.

[carries_war]

[Now watch as he attempts to pick up the shotgun without dropping any of the clothes! She might notice that even with his arms full, he keeps his hands well away from the trigger and is very careful where he lets the barrel of the weapon point, despite it being empty.]

Just give me a second to get this.

[socialhacktivist]

Do you need a hand with those?

[The clothes-- since she wouldn't want to mess up his gun. The only thing their group has ever handled were models. Well-made but... definitely not real.]

[carries_war]

I think I've got it.

[...He just dropped the jacket. He needs help.]

[socialhacktivist]

Oh! Got it!

[She got it! Five second rule and all. It's fine.]

[carries_war]

[It's black faux-leather, anyway, so all it needs is a good dusting off. It's definitely doing better than his pride.]

Oops...thanks.

[Good news is, everything else can be more or less balled up, so he manages to keep hold of the rest while he gets the gun in a position where he can carry it.]

[socialhacktivist]

Don't worry about it. I'll hang on to it.

[Just to be safe. She'll dust it off too, because that's easy enough. It seems like decent quality stuff.]

[carries_war]

[Not just decent, it's really good quality. Whoever payed for this either saved up for a splurge or has money to burn.]

Alright. I'm in room twelve, if you haven't seen me going in or out yet.