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

[thegreenhornet]

Wait, tap shoes? You do tap dancing? At your age?

['What are you, an old woman trapped in a much younger body or what?' he thinks, but thankfully he refrains from saying that specific thought.

You really need the wonders of DDR to show you what's dancing, in his opinion!]

[incrediblystressedout]

Tap and ballet. Dancing's in my blood. My mom was one of history's greatest ballerinas.

...also, I have a lot of free time.

[thegreenhornet]

And in all that free time, you never heard about DDR. Seriously, it's like you have been living under a rock.

[May as well challenge you to do something, then! Although his intent isn't to demean her, he challenges her, patting the side of the DDR machine]

Tap and ballet won't be of much help. Give it a try, you won't get past the first song.

[incrediblystressedout]

I've never heard of computers that fit in your pocket or cat cafés or upscale stores with no fax machines hiding in the back, either. Clearly this place is a technological wonderland compared to my podunk hometown.

And are you really trying to rile me up into overconfidence? It's obviously a different style, but rhythm is rhythm.

[Even if she knows she's being wound up, it's not like she was not going to go over to the game and figure out how to get it to play in a manner that can probably be handwaved since no one specified how to get quarters/tokens/cards in this room as far as I can tell.]