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

Someone has to take one for the team and do the men's restroom prompt and that's me so hope this is

[notgentle]

[It's well into their second day here and Dio is stretching the limits of how long he can not-remove the same outfit without drowning. After grabbing a shitload of paper towels, he's been ferrying between a stall and a sink in the men's restroom, using a few dampened sheets at a time on isolated areas. It's in the stall where Dio is standing when he hears footsteps on the tile. At first, he thinks, no big deal, of course someone else would pass through eventually; he'll just make sure to more thoroughly adjust his clothing before his next trip into the main area.

Then the tendrils of smoke permeate through the air, and that has Dio poking his head out, frowning hard.]

Uh, do you mind?

Re: Someone has to take one for the team and do the men's restroom prompt and that's me so hope this

[steelmagnolias]

[ Quick question, Dio: are you currently facing Ren, or are you currently not facing him? Because unless you're facing him, there's no way you're gonna get a response.

He's about halfway through his cigarette, checking everyone's profiles as he exhales. ]

[notgentle]

[Unfortunately Dio sees the other man simply in profile. Looking at a phone! Well, it's engrossing for him, Dio is sure, but the continued smoking is irritating enough that Dio strides over to grab Ren's shoulder, still speaking before he makes contact.]

Hey, you ever heard about public spaces?

[steelmagnolias]

[HOLY SHIT well that sure is a guy grabbing his shoulder, he's gonna drop the cigarette right from his mouth before quickly snuffing it out with his shoe.]

Uh, is there a problem?

[Spoken like a man who literally just noticed you were here.]

[notgentle]

Finally.

[Well, that went from zero to warp speed back. Dio's gaze follows the cigarette down, and now he feels a little bad. He lets go, putting up an empty hand.]

Look, I'm not trying to go all Ursula on your ass. I'm just saying, there's your own room.

[steelmagnolias]

Sorry.

[ He's not going to start up again, at least. He stares pointedly at Dio, zeroing in on his mouth. ]

Normally I'd take it outside, but it looks like there is no outside.

[notgentle]

[Bitterly:] You're right about that...

[Snapping back to serious.] I've just been trying to get clean in here. [Because cigarette smoke seeping into his fabrics is just the worst thing that could possibly happen to him in this place!] Is your own room that much of a problem?

[steelmagnolias]

Are you sure the walls there would even keep the smoke out?

[ Since they're not even real walls, just... fake walls with gaps everywhere. Looks like someone didn't try testing it out. ]

[notgentle]

The material is good enough to keep us in, [says the guy who ran straight into it with his face] so if smoke goes through, that's some hot bullshit right there. Someone should try to evolve their stupid power by turning into a genie and floating out.

[steelmagnolias]

The fuck's that stuff even made of, then?

[ Nothing about this place makes sense. ]

[notgentle]

I don't know! But it sure seems hard to kick down. It's the same stuff on some of the staircases, and nobody's managed to make it through there.

[steelmagnolias]

[Well that's... honestly terrifying.]

You've gotta be shittin' me.

[notgentle]

If you want to fling yourself into it and see for yourself, be my guest.

[steelmagnolias]

I'd rather not break my face.

[ That'd be an exaggeration for most people, but something in his tone suggests it's really not. ]

[notgentle]

Then... that makes two of us!

[He quirks that smile a little wider to make up for the man's lowered mood. Seriously, that deathly concerned attitude is kind of depressing.]

Ask Joey if you don't believe me about how bad it is. She saw the little contusions I got.