The Dictator String

Hm. I imagine one of those white rooms, to represent the imagination. Of course, it would be never ending. The characters just randomly appear here, have no knowledge of one another, and are as far away from their homes as inhumanly possible. We could start with them arriving in that expansive room, but in the same vicinity.

Tatha looks around herself, seeing a general field of low temperature. Nothing in the vicinity looks particularly hot or particularly cold.