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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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Um. Sorry, just. How are you doing that? Reflecting everything, I mean.
[Technically Croix already sort of asked this but Joey is hoping for an answer that isn't lol magic. "lol" of course being obscure Usenet slang that these more socially capable people surely wouldn't know.]
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[The Life Coach pauses, scratching her head.]
Um, okay, like... I didn't want to say this, cause it's totally not anything to worry about! But it's just that I'm not so great at existing, like, here? So that's, like, why I look so unstable. But you guys are fine, k? The worst is over, like, travel-wise, so there shouldn't be any future issues there.
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Does that have anything to do with why you're doing this? I don't really know how trapping random people in a mall would help with that, but I don't know a lot about not existing.
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[She can't help but be a little concerned, okay?]
So...you're here because you're paying someone back, I can sort of get that. And we're here because of something about these supposed superpowers? That none of us ever had before? What's up with that? Where did they come from?
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[As she says that, she raises her hands and kicks up a foot behind her energetically.]
So, basically, you were given something to, like, draw it out from your subconscious.
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[She squints.]
It's hard to tell with the whole semi-existing thing, but did you just do an arabesque to emphasize a point?
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Hehe. I could do an arabesque to emphasize a point!
[She stretches. There it is.]
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Mm. I probably could've been... but stuff happens, haha. It's been a super long time since I did any real dancing stuff, but it's totes fun!
[But then again, how super long could it be if she's just a teen]
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[Joey's going to have to consider the possibility that mall-kidnapping-murder times might cut into her dreams of being a ballet dancer/tap dancer/veterinarian. Eventually.]
We should dance while we're here though! It's fun. Also, bonus points: no one has to die. Unless it's a very specific kind of tango, I think...
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[She will even fist-pump with both hands, that is how down.]
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