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10 yrs ago
Currently living inside Life is Strange.
10 yrs ago
I'm baaaaaaaaaaaack.

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@KahleenCuthald I'm not strict like that. As long as no one spams then a posting order will naturally develop by itself.
@Lillium I am booting it up approximately... now.

Oh, also, the IC is up. Y'know, in case anyone wanted to post.
Welcome to the House of Powers


You wake up lying on a bed in an unfamiliar room. Your senses feel numb and your body impossibly heavy, even opening your eyes is a formidable effort. You managed to make out some of the room which is furnished in a modern, stylish fashion as if it were a hotel room. There are a couple of tub chairs around a low coffee table, a few generic magazines stacked on top of it, and a television fitted into the wall opposite the chairs. There is also a desk with another chair next to a wardrobe and a mirror.



There is no noise besides that which you yourself make. There are two doors to the room, one is locked and the other leads to an ensuite bathroom. Some panels on the wall opposite the door emit a light that feels natural but clearly isn't. As you acclimate to your surroundings, a click sounds from the previously locked door, inviting you to explore beyond your room.





Sweet lord, my head hurts. What even happened last night?

Arthur blinked groggily, his eyesight such a blur that he could barely make out the colours of the wallpaper of the room he was in let alone any details or furniture. Rarely had his head been subject to such a pounding; it was if the whole bleeding Salvation Army was having their annual musical parade inside of his skull. The weird thing was he could not remember having a single drink the night before. Usually, even on the morning after their First Year exam results came in, he could remember starting to drink even if everything after was a little more hazy but this... this he remembered being in the library and then, well, not being there.

Dimly he was aware that the bright white sheets he was lying on were not his own (his favourite colour was blue and pretty much every furnishing he had control over in his dormitory room was some shade of the colour, especially the duvet cover and pillows) and that his body felt surprisingly leaden. It was like he had been on the biggest bender in human history and then run a marathon, just for good measure, before collapsing on this strange, alien bed.

And then conscious thought began to return, little clues adding into a sensation that something was most definitely, definitely not right. In fact, things were profoundly wrong. They were so wrong he was even moved to attempt swearing but his mouth felt as numb as the rest of him.

Arthur's eyesight began to clear and he could make out a little of the room, well, the part of the room his head was pointing at, and it was not one he recognised. It certainly was not a dorm room, the furniture too new and undamaged and the style was looked to belong to a hotel aspiring for the vaunted five star rating.

Minutes, maybe even hours, passed before sensation began to properly return and he was able to slowly, ever so slowly, roll over onto his back and then sit up to take in more of his surroundings. It was definitely not a dorm room, he had decided. And the lack of any windows made it doubtful he was in a hotel.

There was an open door to what looked like a bathroom so he made his way over, feeling at least six times his age, and clutched at the sink. The cold water ran smoothly and he splashed his face, feeling the cold shock jolt his sluggish mind into action and with it the beginnings of fear rather than mere unease.

"Where...?" He murmured, turning to go back into the room. A strange sight in the corner of his vision stopped him and he moved back so that he could see himself properly in the mirror. What had caught his attention was a small dot surrounded by light bruising on his neck. Instinctively he reached to touch it and found memories of his abduction flooding back.

A click from the other room, quiet but audible in the otherwise complete silence, stopped his fall into a panic spiral, and he edged back into the main room. There was no one else there and no change he could notice, but there was one other door. On his touch the door knob turned and the door swung in easily, giving him access to a stark white corridor.

Full of apprehension, Arthur shifted into the hallway to see a bank of doors similar to his own with numbers engraved on plaques stuck on them, his own was 15, and a sign on the wall giving directions to various places: Cafeteria, Lounge, Pool, Gymnasium, Games Room.

"Erm, hello?"
No one kill me but I'm going to cop out and use some of the OOC intro and then post my character's first moments so y'all have a starting point.

Recycling ftw >.<
@wolverbells Yeah maybe I should, y'know, get on with the IC or something a GM like myself is meant to do.
@wolverbells I'm the same. I prefer people to write as it makes them think more about how to describe it and you can get a better picture of what's actually going on.

Also, I've changed the name. Julius is dead, long live Arthur! (thankfully the Fate/Stay peoples have made a male Saber who's image fits perfectly!)
@wolverbells HERESY

It is by no means a requirement. People can if they want but... in complete (snobbish) honesty, I think it's lazy not to use one's own words.

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Thank youuu! I'm actually excited for this.
Little questions.

Can our characters die in this RP?
Will ther be a story-guidance by the GM? You know like, "guards come around the corner and take you back to the room" or whatever?
When we do make actions, will we decide how they go out or the GM? Exmple, when I go "Myriam tries to break open a locked door", will I be able to say it works or doesn't or is that up to the GM?
Do we (IC and OOC) know where (country/city) we are?

I'm sorry for the questions. Not wanting to be a bother.


Yes, they can, if you wish.
I will guide the story at points but I prefer to be a soft-touch GM with an over-arching but flexible plot in mind. I essentially have a vague idea for three parts to the RP (and they are different to the three parts we've done before, for those who were there).
Again, I'm fairly soft-touch. I'll guide where necessary and step in to stop any events going against my nefarious schemes but other than that (especially to begin with) whatever goes as long as it's within the spirt of the RP. Anything outrages and you'll be getting a passive aggressive PM from me!
IC, no we do not. OOC, yes. 'Tis America.
@KahleenCuthald Yes indeed.
@Gonzo But the bromance!

I'm changing quite a lot on my CS when I get back. Having trouble getting away from 'Julie' though.
@Thundercrash

Most definitely not. Love some new blood! Besides, this is a rewrite. History and events from the former RP have bearing on how this one will go.

@KahleenCuthald Much better, thanks.
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