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]

Oh. Do you want it back, then? I just got it from a weird guy who wanted a bunch of coins that showed up in my room.

[zephyranthe]

You too? He gave me some weird stuff, like this. [She'll pull out a burnt up comic book. That sure is something about Superman.

And well, if he's offering to give it back, then why the heck not.]

Hmm. Sure. Might as well see if I can use it to bust out of here.

[carries_war]

It probably won't work. They didn't even give me shells for this shotgun.

[But he'll hand it over. Go for it.]

[zephyranthe]

[She figures they'd feel pretty dumb if they didn't at least give it a shot, so Fie will grab it and flip it open, checking out if the quartz inside are all in order. After that, she decides on an Art; something non-offensive, because she's not keen on finding the consequences for destroying some things she wasn't meant to. She holds the device in front of her, looking rather concentrated; probably more than she's really ever shown here.]

ARCUS, activate.

[...

That pretty much went the way Rubedo expected it to, yeah. She just stares back down at the ARCUS.]

Well, I tried. It doesn't seem like it's broken, though.

[carries_war]

Told you. I bet the guy who traded this stuff to me got it from the people in charge. They're not gonna give us anything they know we can use to get outta here.

[zephyranthe]

[She just shrugs.]

Figured it'd be worth a shot anyways. Besides, it's not like I was going for something that'd punch through the wall... yet.

[She thought that maybe buffs might be okay? After all, they gave a bunch of weapons to them, and something like this was no different in her mind.]

[carries_war]

They even took my non-destructive powers, so they probably just shut everything down.

[His shoulders heave in a quiet huff.]

[zephyranthe]

Taking powers away from a person is different from messing around with a piece of technology, though. It doesn't look damaged, either.

[She'll stare at it some more and experimentally mess around with some switches. After a bit of that, she'll press it up against her ear, and...]

They shut off any communication functions too. Or they made it run out of energy somehow. [Which shouldn't be possible but ???]