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]

You don't think that they built the whole mall themselves from scratch?

[Maybe it's just his pretty limited examination thus far, but apparently the disparity of styles hadn't stuck out to Dio.]

I don't get it. If they can make walls, why wouldn't they just make a whole building? Instead they use one with all this cutesy crap lying around? What does it have to do with their death game?

[byanyother_name]

Why bother? It would no doubt be quicker and easier to appropriate one and make adjustments.

[Kurama can't really help seeing a pretty big disparity between a translucent barrier of force and what mostly looks like a pretty normal mall.]

Ideally, those walls take too much of some resource for them to waste on creating the entire building from them. They may simply not feel like using the time or effort it would take on people they expect to mostly be dead soon. It might even be the result of some odd personality quirk. Not enough information yet, I'm afraid.

[notgentle]

Hmmmm. Okay, if there were this building already, then that would obviously be easier. But then what happened to the people who already owned it? Did they just go, "yeah, sure, have fun"? And why would nobody notice or care that a lot of people were being brought in? If this were an actual store area at some point, there's got to be living areas around it where the customers come from.

[byanyother_name]

Not...necessarily. I was discussing with someone else the prospect that we may actually come from entirely different worlds. The differences are too profound to ignore.

And so if we've been transported into a universe none of us are native to, there may not be anyone. Something could have wiped out whoever used to live here.