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

[notgentle]

[A vein pops out on his forehead.]

Wow! That's such a kind way to refer to our whole group.

[lifecoach]

But you totally can't prove I'm wrong, can you?

[notgentle]

That's a... [There's some fancy word he heard for this back when he was younger, but that part of the business was never his strong point.] That's total horseshit! It's like saying there's no proof pigs can't fly!

[lifecoach]

[LC pauses to think, tapping her chin.]

...Can't you, like, prove that with the law of gravity?

[notgentle]

[He spreads his hands; this requires more thought than the average 22-year-old would require. How is gravity supposed to work, again.]

Then you can prove that we wouldn't join this game with the laws of, like, that one old guy who hated the other old guy because of math. A body at rest will remain at rest or something.

[lifecoach]

Maybe we need to give this a rest... [Shrug shrug.]