WEEK 1

[strangerpeople]

WEEK 1

[You now know why you're here, Titled. The question now is, is there a way to get out of here without invoking the rules? What will those who brought you here do to get you to kill?

Time will tell.

There are fifteen strangers in this place.]

Comments

[steelmagnolias]

[ Thankfully, his lipreading fails to pick up the "Japan" bit, but he looks just a little confused here. Although... ]

No, I really don't. I know how to sign a little, but...

...actually, what language are we speaking right now?

[ He seriously doubts Joey knows any Japanese. ]

[incrediblystressedout]

Uh...English? I don't know any other languages.

[There's probably a reference to be made here but I think this week's just about tapped out for the humor potential there by now.]

[steelmagnolias]

...sure as shit isn't what I'm speaking right now.

You think it's some psychic mumbo-jumbo?

[incrediblystressedout]

I'm not sure I believe any of that in the first place, but it's a good stand-in for an actual explanation, sure. This place makes my head hurt...

[steelmagnolias]

It's giving me a headache. I know it's possible in my world, though.

[incrediblystressedout]

In your world? So you just...have psychic people who can communicate with whoever around?

[At this point that still seems a bit duck-with-onion.]

[steelmagnolias]

Not a whole lot, but yes.

[incrediblystressedout]

That sounds like the kind of thing my brother makes up.

Then again so does everything that's happened lately, so.

[steelmagnolias]

I promise you, it's real thing.

Considering we're trapped in some kind of bizarro mall, is it so hard to believe?