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acatalepsy_ooc2018-08-20 11:54 pm
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test drive meme # 3
 test drive meme #3 It happens in the blink of an eye. One moment, you are home. Perhaps you are with your family, perhaps you are at work. It's a completely normal day . . . and then, suddenly, your stomach drops. You are overcome with a sudden sense of vertigo. You cannot see up, or down, or where you are. All you hear is a voice -- light, bubbly, warm, soothing, in your ear: Don't worry, darling. This won't hurt a bit~ ♥ For those who recognize the voice, it will sound a bit strained. Possibly tired. But the moment happens so quickly it's hard to pin down, and once that moment is over, you fall flat on your face. It's bright, warm, and humid. It takes a few seconds for you to gain composure and catch your breath. You think, for half a moment, that a hand is on your back, rubbing between your shoulder blades in comfort, but when you open your eyes, no one is there. You are surrounded by ancient stone buildings, with carvings you do not recognize etched into the stone. There's a sense of nausea, overwhelming and sudden, when you realize you aren't in Kansas anymore. Even worse, it looks like the tinier inhabitants of the Forest of the Fey are acting a little cheeky.  THE TEMPLE OF BEGINNINGS. Welcome to the "Home Base" of Astoria's Circle. What the actual name of the base is called is lost to the ages, and there's no sense of where you could find it, unless you started asking around. At any rate, this is a central hub of the Circle, a place of powerful magic and mysterious energy. It is a scattering of ancient stone buildings and for the most part, it looks abandoned . . . except for what seems to be a few items, some rooms taken, items moved or organized, even a small garden planted. These are just the smallest hints that there are people here that have been here before you arrived. Overall, it's fairly beautiful. However, it is definitely not modern. Upon exploration, you find that the buildings are kept up by some kind of magic. Some of the rooms have items, things from other Circle members already settled, and others appear to be unclaimed. Pick your rooms, explore the grounds, see the beauty and wonder all around you in such a magical place. However, be careful -- the sprites that reside within the Forest of the Fey seem to be exceptionally active, today, and tricks abound wherever you look. KINGS AND QUEENS.  Typically, the sprites of the Forest of the Fey remain within the protective canopy of the surroundings. However, there seems to be something different in the air, and these little bastards are flitting about and giving out flower crowns to everyone. They are beautifully made, intricate and gloriously decorative, and most people would be happy to adorn one!There's just one problem, though -- they don't come off. No matter how hard you try, those damn flower crowns are stuck on your head, and you cannot remove them no matter how hard you try. Hope you enjoy being a fairy princess for a day. And, if you are alighted with a flower crown, your skin turns the same color as whatever flowers now sit upon your head. A wreath of blue roses? Congratulations, Violet Beauregard -- you're now as blue as a blueberry. The effect wears off in about an hour, and you can remove the flower crown then -- but have fun being every shade of the rainbow as the sprites take their time to torment the new arrivals. BALLOONS FOR EVERYONE.  Normally, there are some animals that wander within the ancient stone buildings of the Temple. Tiny little white bats, sheep that grow on the vine . . . that sort of thing. However, the sprites have elected to add a little bit more flair the Temple, and balloon animals have invaded the living space. Where the sprites got the idea for balloon animals, no one can really be sure -- Astoria seems to think the sprites are waltzing through the spirit realm and seem to have garnered an idea there, whatever that's supposed to mean.So, no matter where you go, there are balloon animals. Little dogs, brightly colored fish, dinosaurs, giraffes . . . except they seem to move, and make noise, and act like their real counterparts. Tiny balloon dogs nip at your heels, balloon fish flicker about in the waters that sprinkle themselves throughout the Forest, and balloon birds float through the skies. Bonus? If you pop them, they explode into (biodegradable) glitter. DECAYED DECADENCE.  Despite the shenanigans from the sprites, however, there seems to be something happening within the Temple that may be cause of concern. Flower crowns and balloon animals aside, there seem to be odd spots of the Temple that suddenly wilt . . . flowers that bend over and wither at a moment's notice, saplings that seem to creak as if suddenly dried from the inside out . . . and it seems, oddly enough, that it happens whenever you, an Arrival, get closer to the wild life. Astoria seems to think that something is wrong . . . perhaps something the Circle members brought back from their last trip. An illness, or something more? Care to poke about and see how far you're willing to take it? Or does your magical gift enable the protection of plant growth? Try out your green thumb and see if you can help. COMMUNICATIONS.  Upon arriving, you will notice on whichever is your non-dominant hand, you will have a fairly simply screen. A smart watch, if you will. Upon exploration, you will find that it has a directory of all those here with you at the Temple of Beginnings- names, and access to a direct message to them. The watch also has video, audio, and text capabilities, as well as what looks like a collection of messages sent to everyone who wishes to open them. This is your 'network', and also how Astoria can reach out and communicate with you. There is nothing keeping you from removing and/or losing your watch! But remember that you will not have access to this network without it. OOC: Also feel free to join us and other possible players on our discord server! enjoy! ♥ |
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[He looks Arenvald over, then shrugs.]
I don’t know, you look like a big boy, if you wanna let your heart get broken by a high tech toaster that’s your business. If that means it’s latched onto someone else for a change, I’ll even buy the two of you a housewarming present, a gift basket or something.
[He frowns, rubbing at his forehead and closing his eyes to remember what part of what that guy said is nagging at him.]
Months, that’s it. You said months. I just saw him earlier. There shouldn’t be another one of him out yet, he’s just a prototype, and they usually all get their own names anyway. Unless he’s been going back and forth from Detroit to here. I don’t know, shit, you sure ‘months’ is what you meant to say?
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I did mean to say it. It's been a couple of months since we both arrived here, give or take a few days.
You do recall that I said we've been brought here by magic, yeah? Time works differently here. While we're with the Circle, days pass as they would, but time remains frozen in our own worlds. Should we return, it would be at the moment we left.
Or, so it's been explained to me.
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Look, you seem like a nice kid, but- Ugh, I don't know dick about that quantum shit, I don't know how time works, but you know how that sounds, right? It sounds so... neat. 'Ooh, don't worry, everything's gonna be right where you left it!'
[Hank takes a couple mostly steady steps over to Sumo and just looks down at him for a moment, focusing on scratching his fingers through Sumo's thick fur. Sumo, at least, is real. He knows how to handle Sumo.]
How did you take it when you, uh, got here? What was it that convinced you you didn't just fall asleep and dream yourself into some cheesy fantasy story?
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[ That and, you know, he wasn't drunk at the time. ]
That, and I had some friends from my world who were here already. That sort of helped ease the transition.
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So, you're already from some cheesy fantasy story, you didn't have to bend your mind much. I guess that makes sense, in a dream logic sort of way.
[Maybe something about this will be easier to swallow when he's sober.]
Hey, do you think whoever's in charge here would mind if I just laid- [He toes at the grass, testing how much it'd hurt his back in the morning if he just sprawled back down over it, but the grass dies under his shoe again and he stops.] -Actually uh, you know if there's anywhere I can pass out without killing everything I touch? 'cause that part's getting kind of old.
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There are rooms available. I'm sure we could find you an empty one. A bed would be far better than the grass anyway.
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[There are buildings here. Weird ones, but they're here. He starts to make his way toward one.]
Just don't, uh- Don't tell Connor I'm here, okay? Maybe if he's got you he'll just, you know. Stop trying. Since we're in a whole new world and all.
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[ He's about to offer further direction, but Hank's words stop him short. ]
... You know, the two of you are the only ones here for your world. Before you arrived, Connor was alone. Right now that makes you his only connection to home, and him yours. That is a valuable thing, and whether you like him or not, the fact of the matter is that sooner or later, you're going to need to lean on one another.
I won't say anything if you don't want me to, but you should really consider giving him more of a chance.
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[Because it is bullshit. It's bullshit on at least two levels and Hank walks along, mostly not stumbling, and tries to decide which one needs to be argued with the most.]
You can't fuckin try to guilt trip me for leaving the poor brave little toaster all on his lonesome when you were just telling me how damn close you two are, like being born on the same ball of shit gives us some deep connection that no one else could ever hope to understand.
[Or Hank could try to tackle all the different flavors of bullshit at once. That works too.]
Is that a thing where you're from, some woo-woo mystic connection that makes everyone on Earth or fantasy-Mars or wherever just love and adore each other, or do you just like guilting people into doing what you want instead of listening?
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Instead he stays where he is, arms folded over his chest and expression carefully neutral Hank finishes his tirade. ]
I'm not trying to guilt you into anything.
[ Despite his efforts, it comes out a little more clipped than he means it to, and he realizes that he needs to walk away from this before he says something he regrets. ]
If you get lost on your way to the rooms, one of the Temple's servants can guide you. Just look for the fellows that look sort of like ghosts.
Enjoy your rest.
[ With that bit of information he will in no way explain, he gives Sumo one last pat on the head before he departs. Hank can stumble around on his own for all he cares right now. ]