15strangers | GOOD MORNING, GOOD MORNING, GOOD

GOOD MORNING, GOOD MORNING, GOOD

[When you come to, it's at your own pace. It even feels like waking up as usual. The only problem is that nothing else fits.

If you're lucky, you've woken up in a bed, but even then, it's not your bed. It's a bunk bed, and there may or may not be another person collapsed on top of you and out like a light. Every other bed in the room is similarly full. But there's no way to fit all these guests on four mattresses, even with forcing people to "get cozy" with one another, so chances are you're waking up someplace else.

You might get lucky and wake up on a couch... or you might wake up in the bathtub, or in the shower. On the kitchen cabinets, in the kitchen cabinets. Facedown in a stairwell, or just straight-up dumped in a hallway. You get the idea. The point is, you're waking up in a house that might be perfectly nice, even luxurious, if it were just you and you were waking up anywhere that made sense.

Unfortunately, it's not just you. It's not even one or two other people. Oh, no. There are 14 others scattered throughout the house. And, so far as you can tell... only those 14 others. Who have just as much of an idea of what's going on as you do. Isn't that lovely?

At least you've woken up with clothes on... and at least you seem to have one item of yours that came along for the ride. Better than nothing.

Oh, and one last thing... you just might remember a creepy little dream that told you about having a power now. But that's gotta be fake, right? ...Right?

Rise and shine, Strangers. It's time to start a brand new day here at 15 Maple Lane.]

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[Well that was a hint of a voice, and he seems to recognize him, so yeah, he's going to assume that's really Amami. Yoosung reaches for his face to make sure he's still wearing his glasses - and when he is, and yet no code is readable, he responds in kind with a look of total confusion as he pushes them up onto his head.]

How am I seeing you right now? You didn't...

['Die' is obviously what he means. Well, he looks just as shocked, so he doesn't expect a serious answer.]

Agh, you're wondering the same thing, aren't you?

[Slowly... Nodding... In concern.

The glasses were new... Wait, didn't the voice on the monitor just say something about providing a body?

He furrows his brows and motions for Yoosung to come closer.]

Right...

[No time to sit around, so Yoosung gets up and puts himself in front of Rantaro by a couple steps. His hands are at his sides, a bit nervously.]

You wanna make sure I'm not just a hologram or something? I feel real, but I do in the sim too, so...

[He places a hand on Yoosung's shoulder... Just to be sure he's not hallucinating...]

[It's solid. Yoosung can feel the contact, too, so he breaks into a hopeful smile.]

Well? Well?

[... There's a small smile as he nods... And goes to write in his notebook...

Huh. He holds it up for only Yoosung to see when he's done.]

Sorry I haven't said much to you. I took a vow of silence back at Fayflower... But I think I wound up losing my voice because of it.

But yeah, I'm still alive. How you got here from the virtual world is beyond me.

[He reads the notebook, glancing between the words and Rantaro with surprise (and sympathy, losing your voice sounds hard...) after he's done, he turns his gaze toward the TV.]

It sounds like it's his doing. [a beat.] Ah, should I write too? I'm sorry that happened to you, but it's great to see you alive!

[he had definitely thought those would be mutually exclusive occurrences, at least for quite a while longer.]

[There's a worried nod at the first statement.... A shake of the head for the second, since that just seems counter-productive at this point...

And the last thing gets another written response.]

Glad to see you back from the dead. Just wish there were better circumstances.

GOOD MORNING, GOOD MORNING, GOOD

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