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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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[After trailing off there, she bows her head and upper back to him.]
Sorry, I know it's not funny. But that's the situation you're in right now. Even if ya don't like it...
[She straightens, looking into his eyes more directly. (Even if only the shape of her eyelids, lashes and eyeballs is what he can see through all the color shifting.) The Life Coach is serious.]
That's the way it has to be for now. Like, is telling me that all you wanted to do? If there's anything you need from me, that's a little, like, easier.
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Actually, I do have one question.
I woke up with this on my hand, and I've got no idea how it got there or where it came from. [ He shows her the ring on his left hand. He has a few suspicions, but if they're correct... ] And when Akira-kun asked me about the last thing I remembered before I got here, I... told him I was on a plane, but I couldn't say where to.
[ Finally, he takes out the cell phone. He fumbles with it as much as you'd expect a middle-aged dad with no real grasp of technology to, but he manages to get to his own profile. ]
...I'm not that old.
Unless there's something you're not telling us, in which case, what gives?
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Oooh... this looks totally fancy. Congrats!
[A beat.]
Um, but if you think you're supposed to be younger, that can only be memory loss. Cause I don't think they'd make a mistake like that... did you, like, bump your head at some point today?
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[ Brittle bone disease will do that to you, but like hell is he going to go into detail over that when they've been told to kill each other. ]
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[She flicks a finger up and down, until it becomes apparent that she is pointing at herself.]
But you look normal, so like, I bet it'll wear off. Either that or it's like, additional incentive... I could see them pulling that...