WAKE UP TIME

[strangerpeople]

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.]


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Comments

[foolishjustice]

If it were merely a simulated situation, one would think the participants would be made aware. Particularly since the consequences of such a lack of information in this case would likely result in what was meant to be a harmless practice exercise becoming a fatal situation.

[pinnately]

So then it must be real.

[ This does not sit well with her, and she bites her lip. ]

I don't want to hurt anyone, and I can't feel my star energy either. What can we do?

[foolishjustice]

For now, we should focus on assessing the situation and ensuring everybody remains calm. Panic not only reduces the odds of us being able to work together to escape, but it also presents a chance someone may harm another under mistaken assumptions.

The more information we can glean about why we're here, and how our captors think, the greater the chances of us being able to outwit them and prevent us from simply being recaptured, or replaced, upon our escape.

[pinnately]

OK, I feel pretty calm. I still need to find Wake, that's really important and he'll know what to do too.

[foolishjustice]

Wake Archus, correct? I'm certain he's not far, particularly if he's looking for you as well.

[pinnately]

Yes! [ She nods enthusiastically. ]

Have you seen him?

[foolishjustice]

No, I've merely seen his name on the list of profiles, and his occupation matched your earlier description.

[What kind of occupation is 'god's gift', though?]

[pinnately]

Profiles?

[ Yeah guess who hasn't looked at her phone yet. ]