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15strangers2017-11-26 12:01 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2017-11-26 12:01 pm
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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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[He sits nearby, taking some french fries. He...doesn't make any effort to eat them. It's more like he's waiting for Ren to try his food first]
You don't try this stuff often? You're looking at that burger as if you think it'll bite you.
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[ Sure, he'll take a fry. Fries are small, like his mouth. He eats the fry, completely accepting of its fry-ness and not intimidated at all.
...nothing happens, so he takes one more.
Then he picks up the burger, rotating it in his hands. He's trying to figure out the best angle to take a bite from without the contents spilling all over the place.
Ah.
He's finally taken a bite. ]
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[If it took a murdermall for you to eat a lot of food at once then you're not having a fun time in your life, pal!
Britt observes him for a moment. Huh. It doesn't seem like there are any immediate adverse effects...maybe it's safe after all. May as well dig into the fries]
slight emeto mention
After a few bites and about 90% of that burger being left, he speaks. ]
I dunno, I wouldn't really consider puking my guts out while sober a fun time. But hey, I can probably save half of this for later.
...
It's pretty good.