MOCK WEEK

[strangerpeople]

MOCK WEEK

[Awaken.

Fifteen strangers have been gathered to the Depths. When they awaken, they will feel nauseous in their stomachs. No doubt confused. Perhaps, even terrified. And certainly, there is a good reason for it - they are not where they were before. If they had powers back where they came from, they seem to be all gone. And it appears that someone has left...guidelines for them. Who? Its uncertain. So far, there seems to be no one else save for them in this hot and stuffy place. No...'intercessor' to be seen yet, certainly.

There are a few small graces for this group, at least. Their memories are intact. And, perhaps, they will discover the power that their Title brings to them. But these are only small graces.

So welcome.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]


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Comments

[coldsouls]

[ He always was rather physical in his affection, so she's not surprised by it. She'll... actually soften a little, even. ]

... I suppose we did, yes. Though that helps us little if we do not survive this. Tell me... did you awaken feeling nauseous as I did? Are you intact?

[ She has suspicions. She wonders if they might have been transported here in some odd manner... ]

[warmdolls]

Yes, which is why I was so glad I found here. New clothes always make me feel better, after all.

[ Oh, he's very intact, it seems. Though he's actually thinking of wearing something besides the maid dress, even if it is precious. ]

I suppose we weren't carried here by ship. I think I would notice that...

[coldsouls]

... Well, as long as you're happy.

[ It's all that matters to her at the moment. ]

But you we should still consider the situation.

I currently suspect some form of sabotage on our souls. It would explain how we were pulled here. It may also explain the nausea. Improper handling of such things could cause that.

[ She knows, after all. This is her field. ]

[warmdolls]

I don't doubt it. Mm, but we can eventually fix that, so it's fine.

[ ...Come here, he's going to hold a couple of the simpler clothes up to you. ]

[coldsouls]

[ ... Seriously, Behemo. ]

... My current clothes are fine.

[warmdolls]

You also died in them when the Climb One crashed, dear. It's time for a change of pace.

[ Hm... What about-- Okay. Here's a simple dress for her, and he thinks it looks flattering on her. ]

[coldsouls]

Your point being? These are more then serviceable. If I need to do an experiment, I may need this coat.

[ ... Sigh, he's not going to let this go, is he. ]

[warmdolls]

At least wear something until we can find a way to clean them, yes?

[ He'll roll his eyes and toss the dress over her shoulder as something to keep. ]

...Pink's your color.

[coldsouls]

[ ... She knows why you're saying that and it has her looking away a bit, a thin smile on her face.

Playing at being someone she's not for so long... hah. ]

... I wore it for quite a long time, yes. I suppose it is a color I identify with to some degree at this point.

[ The body she was in for quite some time, after that Event... it even had pink hair... ]

[warmdolls]

...We can't go back to that life. But maybe we can remember it.

[ He'll chuckle and grab a few more dresses, mostly pink, for Levia. ]

[coldsouls]

Being a scientist suits me more then pretending to be a mage.

[ ... Besides-- ]

And if I've learned anything, it's that one thing will never change. I will never stop having far too much time on my hands, and nothing to fill it with.