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WAKE UP TIME
[The first thing you feel when you wake up is...nothing.
You don't feel much different at all when you wake up, no doubt from a very pleasant sleep, even if you may not remember what you dreamed of. If anything, you would have thought it was another normal day.
That thought would have vanished the moment you took in your surroundings. This is not your bed, this is definitely not your bedroom, and well, this is definitely not your home. In fact, this place isn't anywhere you've been before.
Before you can question anything much further, your cell phone starts beeping, flashing a message on the screen for a good several minutes, before flashing your profile, also for a few minutes. Yes, now you have a Title, and a power, even if you've never had one before. And yes, you have a cell phone. Even if you didn't have one, and don't know what the hell a cell phone is. You get the feeling you'll need to keep it on you.
The profile fades back to the home page of your phone - don't worry, you can still access your profile, and everyone else's, on that little lime icon if you really want - even though you have so many questions now. (The help button may... attempt to be helpful in that case.) Where the hell are you? Why do you have a Title? And can you get out?
Perhaps, if you're strong enough. But, in any case.
Welcome, Titled.
There are fifteen strangers in this place.]
((OOC: Welcome!
If you haven't filled out the resident profile or current residents information yet, please do so!))
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Of course... n-no one would buy anything but food here, that would be absolutely ridiculous, you're completely right!
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Tell me you weren't already planning to buy four shovels or something ridiculous like that downstairs.
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... No... that's completely ridiculous. This is a mall, how would we dig our way out? It's probably a little too well-fortified. Well, with magic, maybe... but they took my wand, so I'm really doubtful of that... and there's no telling of if we're on a Ley Line...
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[ Pointed glasses adjust? ]
It requires a wand to channel the power through a person. You can't just access raw magic from the Ley Lines without a tool. Only a select few, incredibly powerful witches were ever capable of such feats.
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...wow. Just wow. Let's forget I ever asked anything, Morgan.
[He says the first witch name he can think. Or was that a pirate name? Hell if he knows]
Whatever. Look, you buy...whatever it is you want to buy. I guess I can give you some money if you need it later. I'm not going to be using all I got here.
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My name is Ursula, thank you, if you could at least please make an attempt to try and remember it. And I'm not going to need your money, I can handle my own fiscal responsibilities, I get paid little by my school as it is, I know how to handle myself. I'm an adult, thank you. I know how to work with limited funds.
[ You can practically hear the disdain in her voice. ]
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[ ... She's a lot more resourceful than she looks, honestly. You don't go after the Seven Words of Arcturus and not end up that way. ]
But I certainly won't be allowing anyone to resort to stealing unless it's necessary. Understand?
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[He sounds so offended Ursula implied he would steal anything]
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[ Throwing shade? She suuuuuure is. ]
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[Pot and kettle, yep. Ursula may get some pleasure from seeing she's managing to frustrate Britt, even though he's keeping such frustration subdued]
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[ Smiling pleasantly. ... Yeah. Some part of her is definitely still Shiny Chariot. She just can't help herself when people make her mad this badly. ]
But you have nothing to worry about anyway, right? It wasn't as if you were trying to get other people to eat the food here for you, to see if it was safe?
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Besides, I'm vegetative. I don't eat meat.
[You're such a liar, Britt, you don't even know the right word]
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[ She corrects, taking up that teacherly tone again, holding a finger out. ]
If you were vegetative, you would be no longer mobile. So I certainly hope for your sake that you're not!