GOOD MORNING, GOOD MORNING, GOOD

[strangerpeople]

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.]

Comments

also a mod ping for investigation

[dereban]

[ Welp.

This sure is a familiar and unfamiliar sensation, and not necessarily in the best way. She does remember that dream, but --

Not in the sort of way that she wants to immediately acknowledge. At the very least, she's well rested, but being in a place she doesn't recall sends shivers down her spine. It's not a good feeling at all in the slightest bit. Nevertheless, it's probably for the best to get a good look at her surroundings and figure out if there's anybody else here, who the hell did this because she's expecting hell on a multitude of levels.

Which is why she's going to see if there's any immediate oddities while exploring in terms of the place's age and if there's any wear and tear. Other than that, though, she's going to be checking two immediate places for things: the kitchen, to see what supplies they have outside of food (taking account the number of knives and various kitchenware) along with what sorts of machines they have - microwaves? oven? toaster? along with the master bedroom, checking every nook and cranny, although specifically making sure to check the closets if there are any.

Of course, she isn't going to say no to someone joining her, but she isn't necessarily going out of her way to ask someone to assist her, either. Although if she does see someone, she'll consider them, speaking up with a curious question: ]

I suppose you're in the same situation as myself? Just woke up, weird dream, nothing on you except for one thing?

mod ping for one thing

[helmdivide]

Wake up
[ For a moment, he thinks he's back in the dorms. But there's a heavy weight on him that doesn't feel familiar. Cracking an eye open and then he lets out a loud yell as he shoves the person off. ]

Where did you come from?

[ Scrambling away as fast as he can. And then he'll start to pat himself down to make sure he has his clothes still on. ]

Phew! Looks like I have everything.

[ Including a katana. pls watch for that. ]

Explora Dora
[ He's opening all the cupboards to check out the food. ]

Score! There's a lot of snacks in here.

[ Just grabbing a bag of chips and cookies. He's set.

He is peeking around the front door. What is this tiny closet thing next to the front door hmm? ]

Wonder what's in here?

Bedroom Wars
[ Just going to sprawl across the bed in the master bedroom, munching on chips like he owns it. ]

I call dibs on this room!

[carryabigstick]

[Ugh, it's so warm in here. For the unfortunate individuals who've been tossed into a bed with this particular stranger, the leg that may or may not knee you in the stomach... face... arm... maybe even worse... belongs to a girl with orange hair. She's clearly not used to sharing, if the way she tosses and turns against the invasion is any indicator.]

G'mm..off...

[Her eyes flutter briefly. And they meet with that of someone else.]

...Huh?

[Realization dawns on her. Stranger. Bed. Not cool.]

H U H ? !

[That seems to be the most eloquent question that will be coming from her yet at this point.]

H U H????

[nightmareofdivinity]

[A figure in a long cloak and hood lifts his head and blinks in confusion. He's slumped in a corner of the living room, back against the wall. He pulls himself more upright, white hair dangling in front of his face. His eyes are shadowed, and he glances around.]

What... what manner of place be this?

[He jerks in surprise and reaches inside the cloak. The jingling of bells rings out, and he visibly relaxes. At least it's still here. He rises to his feet and starts to look around, tan cloak billowing behind him. He's never seen a home like this - and it's clearly home, and a noble one at that. The fabrics on the strange cushions are too high quality.]

KITCHEN FIRST

[strangerpeople]

[Let's all go to the kiiitchen~

At the moment, it looks like...a normal kitchen from the 2010s. Microwave? Oven? Toaster? Check. A butcher block of knives? Check. This looks like a normal kitchen with the normal accessories and the normal levels of possible murder.

Anything else in the kitchen Inaba would like to check out?]

investigation ping!

[whatsmytalentagain]

[The last thing he remembered was falling asleep in the getaway van. Waking up on a couch, though...

Well. That's trouble. He's on his feet as soon as he's checked his bag l. (just a journal and some pencils... Hm.) First order of buisness: investigate the windows. It's kind of a long shot, but he needs to know if anything's going on outside first...]

[whatsmytalentagain]

[The same situation? Well, this guy's nodding yes, and he certianly looks like he ain't happy.]

[dereban]

[ Oh, good, she's from 2010 so thank fuck for that.

(Although she was just in 2019, so there's also that.)

How many knives are we talking about here, though? And she will absolutely be looking through any cabinets and drawers for non food-related items first. She'll deal with the food supply related stuff afterwards. ]

[strangerpeople]

[He'll probably bump into this person while he does this.]

[dereban]

[ While she's curious as to why she didn't get a verbal response, it doesn't exactly come to her as a shock. Nevertheless, she sighs and her shoulders visibly sag as her expression goes from serious to 'well, fuck'. ]

Greeeeeat.

I'll bet ten bucks that the 'usual' is happening for a fifth time. Or I guess a 'third' for myself, personally. I hope this isn't yet another sentient house, though, I don't want to find out what kind of weird effects this one has.

[narcoolepsysensei]

[Well, that sure is a way to wake up. What, just yelling "HEY!" isn't good enough for students anymore...?

Estelle wakes with a blonde, curly-haired older man deposited on top of her, who gives a soft "oof" and promptly rolls to the floor mere seconds after matching eyes with her. Naturally, this prompts another noise of pain as he makes hard contact with the floor.

So now there is a lanky blonde male sprawled out dazedly, staring up at the ceiling. Well... no, not quite the ceiling? He's holding up one hand, and wiggling and stretching the fingers like they're alien.]

Hmm... this is unexpected.

[...He sounds way too okay with all of this. Is he even awake yet?]

[strangerpeople]

[There's eight knives in the butcher block, while in the silverware drawer there are a dozen or so steak knives.

Also in the cabinets are cups, plates, pots, pans...]

INVESTIGATION doop doop

[strangerpeople]

[Well, don't be shocked if you see a lot of black outside those windows, once you lift the shades.]

[dereban]

[ Cool.

Cool, cool, cool.

Is there anything notable about the design of the cups or plates? She's checking both sides, just in case. ]

[carryabigstick]

[Hearing him hit the floor, Estelle winces. Even if he was a stranger and definitely acting weird, that was kind of rough.]

That's my line. And definitely way too much of an understatement.

[What is he doing with his fingers anyway?]

Did your hand fall asleep or something? Now's not the time for that! What the heck is going on here?

[strangerpeople]

[Not really. They are the kind of cups and plates you'd find at a store.]

Re: also a mod ping for investigation

[carryabigstick]

[Estelle is busy "investigating" for a much different reason. Rather-- she's tearing the place apart. Anything that one could hide things in is being disassembled rather carelessly.]

--huh? Oh. Yeah, I guess so.

[Don't mind her, as she looks over, still holding one of the couch cushions in hand.]

i'm sorry for his weird spacing, it's to emphasize how *slow* and drifting off he is

[narcoolepsysensei]

[The man turns to look at her slowly, blinking brown eyes.

Hmm. A human? Of course, he seems to be one as well. Curiouser and curiouser...]

Hmm? Umm, no. Not quite. You see, I am not quite used to

having

hands.

[Stretch, stretch. He's turning his attention back to his fingers.]

The last I remember, these were wings. [Turning his head back towards her.] And the only human girl I knew was Miss Tosaka, who you most assuredly are

not...

[gunbreaking]

[ it isn't the first time he's had an especially bizarre series of dreams — nor is it the first time he's woken up in the middle of nowhere. that doesn't make the entire endeavor any less frustrating, of course, and it doesn't help that his gunblade is nowhere to be found.

there's a notably loud thud and grunt coming from the bathroom — it's just squall waking up in the bathtub and jamming his elbows against the sides on reflex. when he's out, you'll likely find him inspecting the bunk beds, checking underneath them and peeling off sheets whenever he can.

he doesn't have much to say. not beyond— ]

I want to get out of here. I'm sure you do too. So make yourself useful.

[ after that, he'll be fiddling with the locked door in the living room, checking for any means of entry or...exit. ]

[dereban]

[ Estelle, please.

She's definitely keeping a mental count of how many people there are so far, though... ]

Well, that definitely confirms my bad feeling, at least.

[...]

You didn't find anything under that cushion, did you?

[dereban]

[ Great!

Is there a fridge? Because if so, time to raid it.

...

Or specifically check in said fridge to see what we got here. ]

[strangerpeople]

[There is a fridge! And it's got food. Normal, albeit American-oriented, food products.






Also it only looks like this food was meant to last longer for waaaaaaay fewer people than what were currently in the house.]

[helmdivide]

[ S'up, invading over here. ]

Well, what do we have here? Anything good?

[ Does she need someone tall? He's really here for snacks and also to explore. ]

[whatsmytalentagain]

[Black? Like, just plain black?

He really doesn't like the look of this... He brushes a hand against the window itself to see if it's painted... It's a long shot.]

[dereban]

Food, but not a lot of it. Which means nobody should be touching this shit for now. It's all American products too, so that gives me a vague idea of where we are, although as for what state, I'm at a loss.

[ IMMEDIATELY FROWNING ] At least, until we can all gather around as a group and discuss portions and shit, since this definitely isn't going to last very long.

[ also are there non-food related items in this fridge

we gotta know ]