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

[incrediblystressedout]

First thing I did was try calling home, but there's...not actually a way to dial a number, as far as I can tell? Calling these things phones is kind of a stretch, actually.

[steelmagnolias]

I tried playing around with the little keyboard that pops up when you need to text. Looks like you can switch it back and forth if you need to dial a number, but I'm still getting the hang of it.

[incrediblystressedout]

That's another thing. If these are phones, what's with all the text chatting? They're more like tiny, semi-inconvenient computers.

[steelmagnolias]

I've never been too good with computers, but at least it's only a little inconvenient. Goro-kun showed me how to use it earlier, but I can hardly remember...

[ The old man has problems with technology, news at 11. ]

[incrediblystressedout]

Yeah...I don't understand how they fit everything in here, either, but I'm seeing a lot of stuff I don't understand today. I still don't get why you'd have a phone that defaults to text chat if it can apparently do all this other stuff, though.

[steelmagnolias]

[ Ren shrugs nonchalantly, then gives Joey a small smile. ]

I dunno, I think it's pretty useful.

[incrediblystressedout]

I'm probably just too used to keyboards and not this Star Trek touchscreen stuff...

[steelmagnolias]

That makes two of us, but if that's all this place has to offer, I figured it's best of we get used to it.

[incrediblystressedout]

Uh. Yeah. You have a point.

[What is this, a male authority figure responding to her when she talks? This place really is weird.]

I guess I shouldn't complain about something that's obviously really advanced technology. How'd they even fit a camera in here...?

[steelmagnolias]

Fuck if I know.

[ Yeah, he doesn't feel too bad about swearing in front of a kid. ]

Tell me, what year do you remember it being where you were from?

[incrediblystressedout]

[Her own clean-ish vocabulary aside, it's not like she hasn't been around adults with questionable social graces her whole life.]

What year? You know, if you're going to ask a crazy question like that, you should put more emphasis behind it. Like, shout "WHAT YEAR IS IT??" or something.

But anyway, it's 1994.

[A whole year before that reference actually makes sense.]

[steelmagnolias]

...huh.

It's actually 1997 where I'm from.

[ This is just a bit concerning. ]

[incrediblystressedout]

Well, that's. Uh.

...

Wait, what?