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

[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.