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

[poorlovefool]

[Being dead is definitely not fun, but he'd have to risk his life to get that statue somewhere where its value would mean anything. He doesn't have the figure to do that kind of cosplay though!!]

Oh right. At first I thought it was Harley's, but her nails are real.

[At least she isn't dead though.]

Do fake nails ever just fall off?

[zephyranthe]

[But no Eric, you just gotta believe!! Believe that you can pull off that look.]

Dunno. Never wore any before. They get in the way, anyways.

[If only Alisa or Emma were here... she has a feeling that at least one of them would know.]

Wonder if the size is important.

[poorlovefool]

[That is a hard thing to believe in!!]

I don't think I'd notice if there was anything off about the size... man, now that I think of it, there really aren't a lot of women here that you could ask. None of them seem like the fake nails type.

[Maybe the girl with the funny ears? If she'd wear a costume like that then fake nails might not be out of the question for some point.]

[zephyranthe]

[Believe in me who believes in you!!]

We could just ask around anyways. Maybe even one of the other guys might know.

[You know... for reasons.]

[poorlovefool]

Huh... Like who, that guy with the pink hair?

[I mean he's got pink hair. Possibly fabulous enough for fake nails.]

[zephyranthe]

[Shrugs. Who knows what Enforcers do in their spare time!!]

Sure? We could also ask if any of them have girlfriends that like this stuff.

[Interrogating peoples' love lives for the sake of escaping! Yes, this is clearly the right avenue of inquiry.]

[poorlovefool]

[That sounds kind of fun.]

I guess it couldn't hurt... we'd get to know the people here a little more too.

[Though that's dangerously close to an excuse for him to talk about his own girlfriend some more...]

[zephyranthe]

[Oh no, did she open the gates to sparkle hell...........]

Although if they all get as mushy about it like you do, then you can do this on your own.

[She is not here for the sparkle apocalyse, Eric!!]

[poorlovefool]

Ahaha... But that's impossible, right?

[No one's feelings are stronger than his!! He's sure of it!!

... But he somehow manages to contain his sparkles. This time.]

[zephyranthe]

[Fie just stares at him for one, two, three seconds. He's not glittering. On one hand, if she answers yes then she may be assaulted by a flurry of sparkles. On the other hand, she honestly can't see anyone being quite as ridiculous as him??

...

She'll pull down the goggles.]

Yeah. It's probably impossible.

[She's ready for this man]

[poorlovefool]

[Why do you do this Fie??]

Oh, even you think so... well, it's true! I'm not ashamed of it!

[His gaze is all distant now, a hand resting on his cheek. The sparkles seem to flow off of that this time, flowing into the air in the same direction he's looking - stars in front of his eyes. He rubs the corner of his eye with one of the fingers near it.]

Geez. If we get out of here and these dumb sparkles stick around, I'm gonna have to buy Mira her own pair of those.

[zephyranthe]

[She's just too honest, it's a crime...

But just look at all this lineface here. Why did she ever decide that not lying would be the best decision to make here.]

Yeah, because if you do this every time you talk to her, she'll be blinded in no time. ...It'd be handy if the power goes out, though.

[Maybe. How much light do those sparkles provide, that is the question.]