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TEST DRIVE MEME #8

TEST DRIVE MEME

Welcome to the eighth test drive meme for Abraxas! This meme is run a little bit differently than most in that you'll be asked to choose one of the three different arrival scenarios below for your character to take. If you have any questions about this mechanic or anything else related to the TDM, please take a look at the questions below or ask one of your own under the Questions header below. For general game questions please still use the FAQ.

Our Setting pages are full of information on the world of Abraxas, and an overview of the story so far can be found on our Game History page! Anything on that page - including information about the Horizon and the Singularity - can be assumed to be told to newcomers after they arrive, no matter which faction they are received in. For more information on Ambrose and the apprentice mages, Marlo, and Rowan, please see our NPCs page.

You can also find answers to questions asked on previous TDMs in their respective questions threads.

NOTED CURRENT EVENTS

◎ Rumor has it that two emissaries - a werewolf and a vampire - visited from Nocwich in early July. With them came some wares distributed to shops throughout each faction. A few sparse items may remain for purchase, such as glowing flowers or fine ales, but much of it has now been sold.

◎ New arrivals in THE FREE CITIES may hear a bit of chatter around Cadens about art, politics, and recent performances involving its sister city, Libertas. It's all standard fare - the kind of topics spoken about over a beer or in line at the market - but there's a small stir in the air.

◎ Lately, locals in SOLVUNN have begun to approach the Summoned with a sort of awe and respect. New arrivals will find themselves treated much the same way and may be asked for advice or given gifts that seem like offerings such as wine, harvest bounties, or some delicious goat cheese. Your character is free to turn these down and should they turn down enough people, they will not be bothered further as no one wishes to offend them.


Arrival

You awaken suspended in the abyss, silent darkness stretching out in all directions. If you try to yell, you'll find that the sound doesn't carry. If you try to move, you'll find it's impossible to tell whether or not you're actually getting anywhere. If you reach for an item you were carrying last time you remember being awake, your hand will only touch bare skin.

You're naked and floating helplessly through the void, and what little air you have in your lungs is running out.

There's a pinprick of light that almost looks like a faraway star but as it grows it becomes clear that it's actually quite close. Through the opening you can see a bright room, but it's hard to make out any individual objects, as if you're looking from beneath rippling water.

Scenario One: Welcome to Thorne

A hand plunges through and you realize water is just what it is. Whether you take hold of the hand or not it will grab you and yank you up through the surface, lifting you out until you're sprawled on solid ground. Once you catch your breath, you can get a better look at the surroundings: tall trees and even taller stone pillars surround the platform you're laying on. Behind you is an ornate fountain, the base of which is so deep and so dark you might be compelled to scramble away from it lest it suck you back in to that endless abyss. Ahead of you are the walls of a large castle with several tall towers reaching up towards the sky.

If you had any powers, they feel unusually weak. Attempts to use magic or enhanced strength or powers of any sort fizzle out without any effect, but they don't feel completely gone, either.

Set into an indent on a marble slab behind the fountain is a card bearing the image of one of the arcana.

An apprentice mage - the one whose hand lifted you out of the fountain - brushes the water off on their robes and runs back to join a group of three others, who all stare intently at a mage with highly decorated robes and a large, heavy book. He peers up at you for a moment and starts flipping through the book.

"One moment," he says, not bothering to look up from the tome. He looks tired. "I am Ambrose Rhett, the High Mage of the Kingdom of Thorne. We’ll explain everything in a moment, but for now, please calm down. You’re completely fine."

Regardless of your response, he keeps flipping through the pages, until he stops on one specific passage, stares at it for a moment, and then sighs with relief:

"Finally!"

Ambrose's expression brightens, relief visible across his features. He waves one of the apprentices over with a fine silk tunic, pants, and some basic sandals and with a wave of his hand they reshape to fit you perfectly.

"Oh, thank heavens," he says, closing the book and approaching you with a sort of worn-out relief. “I was beginning to believe we’d never get it exactly right.”

Now that he's not hunching over the book, he doesn't seem quite so stuffy and inapproachable. The apprentices all seem to visibly relax, and the one that handed you the tunic stops to take the tarot card down from the marble slab. If you show any curiosity about the card, they'll let you take a longer look, but won't let you touch it.

"Please, come with me," he says, motioning for you to follow him towards the castle. "As promised, my pupils will explain your current situation. And, ah - if you had any magic of your own, or other special abilities you can't access right now, fear not, they'll return within the week. The summoning takes a lot out of you."

One of the apprentices steps forward and rattles on and on about the castle, Thorne itself, the names of a bunch of royals and nobles, and of course, your reason for being here. The Kingdom and the world itself is in great peril, and tales of your exploits have reached far and wide across universes. If asked about these exploits, the apprentice will simply smile and shrug. The High Mage was happy to see you and that's good enough.

Once inside the castle you're taken to the North Wing, which has been set up as living quarters for you and your fellow newcomers. There are four people to a room, but each generously-sized bed has opaque curtains that can be drawn around it. You can meet your roommates here and discuss your shared situation (those who were previously brought in may have a great deal of information to tell you), or you can wander around and meet the others.

There's also a dining hall stocked with a rotating 24/7 buffet in celebration of the new honored guests. Somehow, your very favorite food is part of the rotation (or at least an attempted recreation of it given the limited technology available to the Thorneans). The town surrounding the castle is all abuzz as well, with most shops and services willing to give free samples of their wares to the new arrivals.

You may also notice that your sign is embroidered on your tunic: the same image you saw on the card from before with the name of the sign itself beneath it. If you ask the castle residents, they'll tell you a little bit about your sign (and will mostly stick to the positives, although some might point out the negatives).

Last (and, if you ask anyone else in the castle, least) there is a worn stone staircase leading underground to the dungeon. You can go there, if you wish, but all powers are restricted in the dungeons and most of the cells stand empty.

Scenario Two: Welcome to the Free Cities

You find yourself pulled from the water by a pair of strong hands. Dry warmth hits you at once as you're set on a warm hard floor. As your senses return you realize you're on dull ruddy stone and surrounded by strangers. Men and women in unfamiliar uniforms of brown and red leather stand in a semi-circle around a small pool of water. The very pool you were just pulled from. The water is still now, rimmed in pale gold tiles with odd symbols etched into them. Across it on the far side is a raised pedestal with a card propped on it. The card bears an arcana symbol.

You feel weak. Drained. Any abilities or magical powers you have seem far away and impossible to access. You're in what looks like a cave lit by dozens and dozens of torches set into the wall. There's no furniture or decoration to be seen besides the pool. It's almost uncomfortably warm and there's the sound of rushing wind somewhere in the distance. Flickering shadows obscure the faces of the guards. A robed woman stands off to the side, looking at you anxiously and then to the authoritative woman standing before you. She's grinning, dressed in a fancier uniform than the others. There's a sword at her hip. A guard covers you with a blanket and returns to their place in the semi-circle.

The woman with the sword gives a nod of approval and smiles warmly.

"Sorry about the circumstances."

She gives you a good hard look before standing again.

"Take a minute, catch your breath, you've had quite a shock. Take it nice and easy. I'm Prime Minister Marlo Reiner and you're in The Free Cities. That nice lady over there will explain everything to you and get you settled." A nod to the robed woman off to the side.

Marlo Reiner steps back and the robed mage approaches to help you up.

"Come with me, please." She brings you out of the cave through a corridor that angles upwards until you emerge in what looks like some kind of storage facility. Shelves of wooden boxes and cloth bags line them, unidentifiable parts of what might be machines are tucked into corners and propped against shelving units. "This is one of the Free Cities' outposts," the mage explains as she leads you. "We're honored to have you with us, I'm sure you have many questions but please save them. You need to recover!"

You'll learn you're in the Cadens Desert Outpost 003, a military outpost on the outskirts of Cadens city. You're brought to a room in the barracks that's been prepared. Each barracks room is rather sparse and utilitarian. Six simple beds set against the wall, three on each side of the room, each with a trunk at the foot of it. You're told the world is in a delicate and dangerous times and you're needed to help. You're important, you're told, and they're very grateful you're here.

You're asked to stay close for the time being, but to make yourself at home. The outpost is more a proper military base than the name implies, with full facilities. The barracks have a communal bathing room at the end of the hall, with curtains that can be pulled around the individual raised round tubs for privacy. There's a mess hall that has food available from sun up till a few hours after sundown. You're even encouraged to make use of the training grounds, if you'd like, with non-lethal training weapons available for use and obstacle courses set up. And the city of Cadens is only a couple of hours away by wagon - though you're asked initially to please be back at the outpost within a few hours of the sun going down.

For your own safety.

Scenario Three: Welcome to Solvunn

The feeling of floating is the first sense that comes to you as the edges of unconsciousness start to ebb. Sunlight filters through the rippling water as you open your eyes, making you squint. Before you have the chance to panic and inhale, firm hands grasp your arms and pull you to the surface of the water. Moments later, soft warmth is wrapped around your shoulders as you're guided on unsteady legs out of a pool of water. You're lowered to the soft grass. Men and women in simple garments with lavish embroidery stand by, waiting with bated breath, glancing seriously at an old man in an ornate robe. He holds an old leather-bound book in one hand and in the other is a card bearing an arcana symbol. His eyes move quickly over the page, and he mumbles idly to himself.

Any strength you may have possessed feels as though it has slipped through your fingers. Any abilities or magical powers you have don't come to the surface no matter how hard you try. You're in a grassy clearing in the midst of a circle of large stone slabs stacked to look like doorways. In the middle is the same glimmering pool you were just pulled from. A gentle breeze blows through, carrying the scent of flowers and herbs from an ornately decorated altar set off in front of one of the stone doorways. The mage closes his book and steps out of the water, addressing a matronly old woman. Behind her are two younger people, a rough-looking man, and a meek young girl, both of whom are also watching the mage.

“I detect no ill will from the gods, it seems we've been blessed with success.” Those that had gathered all breathe a sigh of relief and now seem pleased.

The old woman smiles and steps forward, offering to take your hands and help you stand. “Any gift the gods give us is one we will happily take. I'm certain you have many questions, and they will all be answered in time. For now, rest and know you will be taken care of.”

She pats the top of your hand and steps away with a serene smile, letting one of the others come forward with some clothes that seem to fit you perfectly. Once you're dressed, someone approaches to drape a delicate-looking charm depicting a long-horned creature with large wings on a thin chain over your neck. Ask around later, and you may find that it is a symbol of Vielehauffe, the God of the Herd.

The rough-looking man from before steps forward once you're decent and motions with his head outside of the stone circle. His speech is informal, his consonants harsh.

“Hold your horses, I can see all those questions coming about! Rowan March, at your service. I'm one of the council members of Solvunn. There's a lot to discuss, but it's best talked about over a hot meal.” He leads you to a horse-drawn carriage and helps you up into the back. He talks the entire ride to the settlement.

You find out you are in the Primary Settlement, the first of three that make up Solvunn's great territory. The settlement is situated between two lakes and is humming with life. You're brought to the center of town and escorted to an apartment above one of the establishments in town. Rowan explains that the living conditions are temporary if you'd like them to be, that local families would also be happy to host you in their home. That there are others like you who have also taken up residence within the three settlements. You're told that the world hangs upon the brink of disaster and that there are those in this world that are happy to see it fall to ruin with their meddling.

You're important. The gods have graced them with your presence. They're delighted you're here. Welcome to Solvunn.

Everything you need has been provided in this humble apartment, and if it hasn't, there are shops that line the streets and a marketplace in the center of town. Owners of some establishments or stalls are more than happy to give out samples or barter with your time for their goods. Babysitting can be a very lucrative business. You're told of the other settlements, that they'd like you to stay here for now, but if you can find a family to host you, the secondary and tertiary settlements are best to get to with an escort.

There are tales of travelers visiting the secondary settlement without invitation disappearing without a trace. The gods are as hungry as they are protective, young traveler.

You’ll find that there are more than enough activities to throw yourself into to better settle into your new life in Solvunn. Work is done in the first part of the day so that families can spend the rest of it together in leisure and work on their crafts - whatever those may be. For those children who are not of school age, they need nannies or storytellers, and there’s always a gaggle of them running about unsupervised. Families with livestock can always take a spare hand, especially since farms are so spread out, they have a tendency to wander. Whatever skills you may possess can always be of use to the community or to honor the gods.

If any of these options are no good for your lifestyle, the main roads between settlements can always use a bit of monster clean-up… just make sure you don’t go alone.




Questions


How many slots are open?
Please check the Taken page for how many player, franchise, and canon slots are available. Activity check will be processed before applications open, so the count may change between now and then. Existing players can apply for a second character without restriction.

How do I choose a scenario for my character?
Pick whichever situation appeals to you most. Which faction your character is drawn into has nothing to do with their personal morality, beliefs, or how highly they regard themselves and their own accomplishments. Anyone can be put into any one of the situations.

Can I try out more than one scenario?
You can! But please keep in mind that only the one you eventually choose can be game canon, if you decide to keep any of your TDM threads.

What happens if my character refuses to comply with the NPCs?
They will be forgiven for their moment of panic or anger if they have one, and the faction leaders will try to calm them and persuade them further. If they put up too much of a fight and/or start actively attacking anyone, they will be warned once that everyone is willing to put them back in the well where they came from (see below), and if they continue to fight they will make good on that promise.

My character intends on causing a lot of trouble (destroying parts of the cities, murdering the NPCs, etc.), what would happen to them?
Characters who make too much trouble for the mages and other NPCs would be thrown back in the well (which will mean drowning in the void, not returning home). Brawling with other PCs and causing minor damage is fine and will be greeted with a cranky attitude and intervention from various NPC guards, and there will be plenty of opportunity for destruction and murder later, but for now the Abraxans have no desire to keep huge liabilities around.

I want to wildcard a prompt or use one of the prompts from an earlier TDM that isn't on this one (eg. the library), can I do that?
Yes, in terms of the settings. As Thorne is no longer imprisoning any newcomers, that option is no longer applicable.

Is the power loss for characters permanent?
No, but it does take a week or so for their powers to be back in full, and certain powers (determined on a case-by-case basis) may require nerfs. If your character has world-breaking powers, please discuss with the mods what modifications may be necessary.

Can my character leave the bounds of the faction?
In Thorne, characters can leave the castle but not the city. In Cadens, they can take a trip from the outpost to the city. In Solvunn, they can explore the entirety of the Primary Settlement.

Can my character eventually change factions?
Yes. While the faction borders are currently closed, there will opportunities in the future for characters to relocate. For the time being, they are stuck where they are.

How much will my choice of scenario affect my character's plot later on?
This choice will determine where your character initially lives as well as the bias of the information they receive from NPCs (although other PCs can and most likely will give it to them a bit more straight). This decision - and every other major decision you make in game! - will also be used to flavor some mod surprises that will be coming down the line.

Don't get too anxious about this choice, though; this is just one choice you'll get to make in a game that has a lot of them, and every character in every scenario can work their way towards many, many individual goals and outcomes. You're not locking yourself out of anything in the future via the choice you made on the TDM. It will primarily impact the immediate future with the far-reaching effects being up to each player.

Are TDM threads mandatory for my application?
No, you may use other samples, but we encourage you to post to the TDM and get a feel for this game and its mechanics before you join. If you do not have a TDM thread you will still need to choose one of the three scenarios on your application.

What if I haven't settled on a sign yet?
You can ignore sign-related prompts if you're undecided (or try out different signs in different threads).

Can my character go to the Horizon?
First time visitors to the Horizon must be taken there by other characters, through either shared meditation or a physical journey to the Singularity, and all first-timers experience memory loss. For the purposes of the TDM, we suggest against using the Horizon.

What about making use of the network?
Much like Horizon they would need to be introduced to it by another PC, as no NPCs would be aware of the network or be able to access it. Because of this we would advise against using this mechanic for TDM top-levels.


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[personal profile] reznikolai 2022-07-21 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Abruptly, that familiar track vanishes beneath his feet. Alina doesn't poke another joke his way; she turns sharply serious. Her countenance is empty of recognition, her mind a room he has never set foot in.

Nikolai, for once, is at a loss for how to respond. His smile falters, and his step might falter too if not for the certainty that she would plow ahead through the crowd without him. It stings, to suddenly be a stranger, but although he doesn't completely understand, he knows he cannot take it personally. Because...

"You don't know who I am."

Not a question, but a realization.
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Chrissy Cunningham | Stranger Things | The Star

[personal profile] klappstyra 2022-07-21 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
SOLVUNN.
Choking, Chrissy is dragged from the water with a terrified scream, struggling away from whoever it is that has pulled her from the water, before they can even begin to attempt to wrap something around her. She’s panicking, gasping for breath as she stares at them, stares everywhere. Looking all around, wildly.

But there’s nothing there. No horrifying figure. No clock. No horrible images. Just men and women in simple clothes that look like they’re out of some kind of fantasy movie or something. Or D&D, maybe, she thinks, thinking of Eddie.

Something warm is wrapped around her, and she curls into it, shivering. She watches the man in the ornate robes, the one with the book, with wide eyes. She doesn’t know what’s going on. She doesn’t know where she is, except that it’s definitely not Hawkins. (Maybe that’s a good thing.) He says that he detects no ill will of the gods, that they seem to have been blessed with success. Success for what?

Are they talking about her?

The old woman helps her up and Chrissy lets her, in shock. She doesn’t know if she believes her. She doesn’t think she can be a gift from any gods, even ones she’s never heard before. She doesn’t even know if this is real. Maybe it’s just another hallucination. At least it’s better that what she’s been seeing. She’s given clothes, and a pendent of a creature with long horns and large wings that she doesn’t recognize.

She’s glad not to be naked anymore, and it’s weird, how little she misses her cheerleading uniform. Or Hawkins. Or her boyfriend.

The ride to the settlement she just… sits, curled up into a ball, skittish and on edge as she looks around herself in… shock. And a little wonder. But what she’s told bothers her. ‘You're important.’ ‘The gods have graced us with your presence.’ That’s impossible. She can’t be. She’s not. Important. Meaningful. A gift from the gods. She’s just… her.

But the people in Solvunn act like she is. Treat her like she is. She has an apartment all to herself, and there is a sort of… awe, and respect, in how they approach her. They give her gifts; a bottle of wine, and cheese, and she’s flustered and blushing as she accepts them.

By now she’s starting to believe that it’s all real. No hallucination.

Even though she wants nothing more than to stay inside this new apartment and never come out… she finally forces herself out the door and into the settlement. If this is real… well, she’s probably not going anywhere soon. She enters the shops like she’s doing her best to just… go unnoticed, looking at everything, brushing her fingertips against fabric, or pots and vases. Just taking it all in. Exploring the marketplace she’s still skittish, jumping at shadows and certainly other people.

When she starts and jumps back from someone coming around the corner she slams into someone else, and she spins like a startled deer, eyes wide. “I’m so sorry!”

Later, when she’s starting to be a little less skittish, a little less afraid (it helps that something feels different, here. She feels. Different. There are no hallucinations haunting her, no sounds of a clock chiming) she finds herself… laughing, REALLY laughing, for only the second time in… a long time, as a small gaggle of kids drag her into their game of tag. (She can’t deny their pleading with her to please come play.)

Which is how she finds herself running around as the gaggle of kids scatter and she chases, shrieking and laughing as she tries to tag them. She’s laughing too.



THORNE.
Choking, Chrissy is dragged from the water with a terrified scream, struggling away from whoever it is that has pulled her from the water. Scrabbling backwards until her back hits the fountain she was just yanked out of. She’s panicking, gasping for breath as she stares at them, stares everywhere. Looking all around, wildly. Frantic. Like she wants to run. Like she’s terrified.

But there’s nothing there. No horrifying figure. No clock. No horrible images. Just people in robes that look like they’re out of some kind of fantasy movie or something. Or D&D, maybe, she thinks, thinking of Eddie. She watches them, eyes wide, wondering what’s going on. She doesn’t know where she is, except that it’s definitely not Hawkins. (Maybe that’s a good thing.)

The… pupil holds out clothes and she takes them from him before skittering back a few steps, clutching them to her chest for a moment before she scrambles to get dressed. They’re loose… until the leader waves his hand and then suddenly they fit her perfectly.

Magic? Maybe. She doesn’t even know if this is real. Maybe it’s just another hallucination. At least this one isn’t… bad.

They ask her to come with them and she does. Where else is she going to go? And she listens as they tell her all about where she is. A castle someplace called Thorne. When she’s told that tales of her exploits have reached far and wide across universes she laughs softly, curling in on herself a little. That’s impossible. There are no exploits. She’s just a head cheerleader in high school. She’s nothing important.

She peeks into room after room, once she’s brought to the North Wing, searching for a room that looks like it’s unoccupied. And once she does, she chooses a bed, sitting on the edge of it and playing with the hem of her tunic. And startling should the door open.

The dining hall is somewhere she mostly avoids, choosing instead to explore the castle for a little bit. Despite how nervous and skittish she feels. There’s a symbol embroidered on her clothes and she doesn’t know what it means. But she wants to. “What does it mean? Do you know?” She asks softly.

Once she’s done exploring, she heads out into town. She’s starting to think that this is really real. She’s still skittish, startling and sidling out of the way when caught by surprise. But she’s starting… to realise that something feels different, here. She feels. Different. There aren't any hallucinations haunting her, no sounds of a clock chiming.

It's nice.


WILDCARD.

[Choose your own adventure, or message me and we can plot something!]
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[personal profile] righteously 2022-07-21 05:10 am (UTC)(link)
( The question brings him pause, wherein he seems to be visibly asking himself that very question. After a moment, he seems to finally come to a conclusion: )

Not a damn clue.

( Pleasantly blunt. He's been here, what, eight months? All this time it's never once crossed his mind to wonder how people maintain their grass. Maybe it's because he showed up in the dead of winter, and now that they're hitting summer it's so freakin' hot in this sweaty ass desert, any grass has just been scorched clean to death. Hasn't been much of an issue — not that it would be regardless. He's a renter. He doesn't have a lawn to mow.

Anyway, he nods his head at Kyle's hand. None of his business on the how, he read that one loud and clear, but he doesn't seem all that bothered by it. Still seems like a good idea to make a friendly offer.
)

You want something to put on that? Medieval Neosporin or a real bandage maybe? Wizard gangrene's no joke.
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[personal profile] ushiri 2022-07-21 05:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ Janitors of the Apocalypse... 2. He can't help squinting at the title, wondering for a moment if he's getting his languages mixed up on top of everything else going on with his head. Of course, that would be his luck.

But after a moment of scrutiny he's sure he'd seen ridiculous titles like that in Nayeshi on both books and movies. Killer Klowns from Outer Space stood out for the truly terrifying, red-nosed face on the cover.

Distracted for a second, it's his turn to glance back up at the other man in confusion for a few seconds, playing back the polite question posed to him. ]


Fresh out of the puddle. [ He answers with a slight shrug and a grin, taking another small bite of the strawberry before nodding at the book and furrowing his brow. ]

What happens in Janitors of the Apocalypse 1?

[ He could be bothering this man for more information about his current circumstances, but he's genuinely interested now. ]
Edited 2022-07-21 05:25 (UTC)
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Barracks

[personal profile] unspeaking 2022-07-21 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Catarina doesn’t like the barracks, but they’re where she is for the moment, so she tries and does her best to settle in. There aren’t many people who can understand her without notebook and pencil, though, watching as her hands move rapidfire. She is a brilliant redheaded ray of sunshine despite that, though, smiling brightly and terribly friendly. She’s used to it; only a handful of people in Verona knew sign. Juliette and her nurse, and Tybalt. Lord Capulet had learned as well, much to her surprise. So having to resort to pen and parchment or go without being understood is familiar to her.

She lingers along the edges of the training grounds. She’s not… she doesn’t know how to fight, how to wield a weapon. She wonders if she should learn. But fighting had done nothing but bring death and ruin in her home. So instead she watches.

Until she sees a young woman punch a wooden training dummy and come away with red and split knuckles. She’s moving then, before she’s scarcely realised she’s doing it. Moving to help. Once she’s there in front of the stranger, her hands move quickly.]


Are you all right? Here, let me see.
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[personal profile] stations 2022-07-21 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
( Well good/bad news about that, Kyle — Jack knows approximately fuck-all about his surroundings or his circumstances here. He's an absolutely awful source for information for the newly acclimatizing. But what he does know a ton about?

Useless literature nobody cares about reading. It's clear he's pleased by the interest, because he shifts in his chair, lowering the book down for now. In the process, it's hard to miss the fact that he's missing a finger on his left hand. His pinky was obviously cleanly severed some time ago, the stub has healed over completely.
)

Okay, so- the first book is about this custodian that works in Castle Thorne, and I'll be honest, I'm not entirely sure these are fake? It could be somebody's diary from a century ago, or it could even be that somebody's just literally writing fanfiction about someone that lived in the castle. Either way, this sanitations worker-slash-mage stumbles across a secret laboratory hidden in the dungeons, and they decide it's probably in their job description to clean it. Except, when they start to take out the trash they realize it's full of all these shards of glass from broken jars and test tubes. Before they can make heads or tails of it, the mage-scientist-wizard that must own the lab stumbles out of one of the back rooms and he's just covered head to toe in some kind of magical necrotizing fasciitis. The janitor, being of reasonably sound mind if questionable initial decision making for the purposes of spring-boarding the plot I assume, makes a run for it — unfortunately releasing the mage into the castle behind him. From there it's a lot like a zombie movie, except if the zombies were also wizards and their touch caused your skin to decay while it ate your mental faculties.

( Did you sign up for the entire novel, Kyle? No? Sorry, this is just. Jack, as a person. He loves stories, both reading them and telling them. )

Slowly but surely, the necrotic zombie magic plague begins to spread through the castle. This stirs up a surprisingly topical debate over quarantining wings while struggling to come up with a magical cure. There's this whole political intrigue plot over why they were experimenting with something like biological warfare in the first place, and about who intended to use it on who. The Queen initially commissioned it to be used against the Free Cities to convert their armies and essentially wipe them off the battlefield, but the queen's handmaiden wanted to use it on the queen to get her out of the picture because her brother, the arch-mage, was sleeping with the queen's husband. It's supposed to be a secret, except who's the one subsection of people that are in on all of the castle's secrets?

( That's right.

The janitors.
)
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𝑟𝑜𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑠

[personal profile] stations 2022-07-21 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Jack happens to be sprawled out on one of the beds — not sleeping, clearly, since he's on top of the blankets fully dressed with a book (Janitors of the Apocalypse 2: Plague Sweepers) propped up on his chest. Sleeping still isn't something he really... does... very often. Not the full-on lying down with his eyes closed version of it, anyway. Mostly he just likes to take a break from standing around on his prosthetic (which currently sits somewhere on the floor near the foot of the bed, empty and waiting) and get comfortable while he pores over the castle's rather eclectic collection of fiction.

The commentary draws his eyes up away from the book he's reading, and he looks over to see Melanie actively poking around the stack of them he's already finished sitting on top of the dresser nearby.

"Well," he offers diplomatically, "I never actually went to college, but assuming Hollywood has never lied to me, there's significantly less pot smoking happening here than you'd find in a dorm. Not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, so take it how you want, I guess."
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[personal profile] ushiri 2022-07-21 06:14 am (UTC)(link)
[ Blunt is perfectly fine. He tries to parse further meaning behind his answer. Did that make him as new to this world as himself? Unlikely, given his ease within this space.

At the offer he feels the kneejerk desire to refuse. He sees himself at a kitchen table, the strong scent of coffee mingling unpleasantly with antiseptic. A blonde head of hair.

For two years he tried not to pull at any of these threads. His scattered memories. It was too tiring and he gained nothing from trying to make sense of them (and what did it matter, truly, when the missing silhouette of the Black Tower told him all he needed to know?). He didn't have to lie about his place of origin here, many of these people come from other worlds. But so many of them are from Nayeshi, Earth, and there is a shameful part of him that wishes to pretend to belong. Even if it's not the truth.

The one thing he knows for sure about himself is just that: he's always been a liar. ]


Better not risk it then.

[ He shoves these thoughts away with practiced ease, and gives a nod, though the lightness of his tone seems to have noticeably faded a bit. He unwraps his hand to offer a better look at the wound. From afar it looks like one long cut, but up close it's easy to see that it's two shallow cuts across his calloused palms. The edge of the Gray Space was so sharp here that he didn't even feel it slice across his skin. The wounds bleed only sluggishly now. ]
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[personal profile] thedevilwhorose 2022-07-21 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
"That depends, is history interesting to you?" he asks. He holds out a finger and skims it down one of the piles to land on a book binding, tapping it in indication.

"But it's mostly just exaggerated myth. Stories of champions and all the victories of Thorne. Some arcana if you're into that drivel." His Devil arcana isn't too-hidden in the folds of his clothing. He's given up hiding it, not that he ever really did. People will either assume they know him and what he is, or they'll be oblivious and think it's all just a name and poor parenting.

There's no point in being anything more than himself, arcana be damned.

He doesn't think he knows her, which isn't a surprise necessarily. He's still meeting the Summoned of Thorne--whether he likes to or not. But maybe he should be paying more attention to the goings-on.

"In all this there must be a gem or two to make this all worth it."
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[personal profile] ushiri 2022-07-21 06:40 am (UTC)(link)
[ At some point during this explanation Kyle ends up finally taking a seat from across the table. Even with his almost ridiculously small bites he manages to finish an entire strawberry by the end of it, though that's not to say he let the overwhelming flavor distract him.

There's a long, thoughtful pause when the summary ends, Kyle's brow still pinched. ]


But you see, that title makes it sound like the janitors cause the apocalypse when the blame lands squarely on the mage. [ He frowns, but there's something like humor in the way he narrows his eyes. ] Necrotic Wizard Plague: The Handmaid's Gambit. [ A missed opportunity.

A beat, and he frowns, studying the other man dead seriously. ]


It's not actually a diary, right?
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[personal profile] stations 2022-07-21 06:53 am (UTC)(link)
( He doesn't say it, but the expression is telegraphed across his face: solid title suggestion. He's impressed. Speaking from experience here, naming things is hard.

To the question, he can only unhelpfully shrug.
)

I have... genuinely no idea. I should probably actually, like, brush up on the history of this place or something? It's just a little hard to be motivated to learn world history about a place that probably isn't even real to begin with, you know?

( As in, he's like ninety percent sure this is either some kind of elaborate simulation, hallucination, drug trip, or alien-manufactured magical Lego world that'll all come crumbling down in a few weeks or months. He's mostly just along for the ride until that happens. Sort of waiting it out, you could say.

More importantly:
)

I have the first one back in my room if you want to borrow it.
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[personal profile] ushiri 2022-07-21 07:14 am (UTC)(link)
I think I would. [ Like to borrow the book, that is. There's something in his tone that almost sounds both surprised and amused by his own answer. He wonders if for this man it seems like a small thing to offer so freely to a stranger. If he hadn't already warmed to him, he does now.

But the first thing he mentioned nags at Kyle, and his frown deepens as he pursues the thread. ]


What do you mean by... 'probably isn't even real'?
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[personal profile] stations 2022-07-21 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
( Jack dog-ears his page — he'd use a bookmark normally, but he doesn't have one, and it's not like this book was in the best shape when he got it in the first place — and starts to shift to his feet. Apparently book loaning is serious business, or at least it's slightly more important to him than finishing lunch. )

Oh, just that I'm pretty sure this is all an elaborate shared hallucination we're all being subjected to.

( He says it so simply, so casually, like it isn't absolutely fucking bananas as a concept. To be clear, he knows he sounds like a lunatic, he just doesn't... really care. Besides, it's not like anyone who thought that of him would be wrong, he is clinically nuts, it's full-on diagnosed and he's hardly up to date on his anti-psychotics prescription. He's plenty self-aware enough about it.

But he literally came from that exact situation back home. Strapped to a chair, being put through a group delusion with Jerry and half a dozen other people, running through a variety of simulations. One of them was even about a fucking castle. This is more an Occam's Razor conclusion than a paranoid psychosis conclusion.
)

Even if we're not, I think the turn-over rate for Summoned here is less than a year on average or something? It's not like I plan on getting my official Thorne GED.
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[personal profile] ushiri 2022-07-21 07:58 am (UTC)(link)
[ As the other man begins to stand, Kyle remains in his seat. Arms cross over his chest. He can't recall what gee-ee-dee stands for in Nayeshi, but that's the least concerning part of what Jack says. ]

You're teasing me. [ An eyebrow raises. ]

You can't actually believe that.

[ Though if he were to take a step back, the situation they find themselves in would be unbelievable to anyone but the faithful. ]
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[personal profile] stations 2022-07-21 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
( Oh, well now it's just awkward again — Jack standing up and holding his book, looking back down at the guy who didn't stand with him that's visibly and justifiably questioning his logical thinking skills. At least the feeling is familiar. Ah, hello darkness my old friend.

He shrugs.
)

I'm not really a teasing guy.

( That's never been his thing. He never found the right balance. Always landed somewhere on the extreme ends of the spectrum between dumbest absolute thing anyone's ever said that is in no way witty, and just downright mean on accident without even realizing it until after he's said it.

He's not very good at lying, or thinking on his feet in a fun social banter kind of way.
)

It's more like... I guess you could say this isn't my first rodeo?
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[personal profile] chosenfordarkness 2022-07-21 11:35 am (UTC)(link)
Seeing his Master on good terms still seems not that long ago, but even longer than going blade to blade with him. Looking at him now, he doesn't look very capable. Not that Anakin has much to worry about, currently. If something were to happen, he has enough friends in Thorne that would back him up.

Something about his name being spoken seeps some of the immediate anger out of him. Maybe it's the almost pathetic appearance of Obi-Wan that helps. This isn't who he fought once, but being called Darth certainly confirms it. It's not a name he's claimed as his own here. Not yet, anyway. There are really only two people who know it- who know more about him than he feels comfortable with, but he's already come to terms with it.

There's very little he can do about a future that has already run its course.

"How formal. You look terrible."
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[personal profile] chosenfordarkness 2022-07-21 11:55 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nerds, Cal. Or the mages on hand, they're pretty knowledgeable. He shakes his head, though it's out of exasperation. He might have done the same thing when he'd gotten to Thorne. Wanting to know everything without having a clue where to even begin. Although... ]

If you really want to know what Thorne is like, my suggestion is to stop looking inside a book. You're only going to find an abridged and embellished answer. If all you're looking for is history, sure, this is fine.
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[personal profile] evoque 2022-07-21 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
[ likely not the ghost klaus refers to, no, but the man on the sill gets a curious glance over.

klaus hums in something almost like understanding. everywhere has ghosts and the twist to his mouth is almost sardonic.
] Don’t I know it.

[ klaus nods along, like the series of words that lucifer tells him makes as much perfect sense as it makes no sense at all. which in and of itself seems about par the course for how things have been lately. ]

Oooh, great, [ he drawls, looking back to the shelves, fingers dancing along the spines. ] Why does every place I get to need to have something eating away at anything? Why can’t it just be all — sunshine and beaches and a nice drink with a little umbrella in it?

[ for the most part, the question sounds rhetorical but, before long, he risks to ask: ] This Singularity thing you just mentioned — it doesn’t look a big ball of destructive vortex threatening to consume everything around it, by any chance, does it?
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[personal profile] ghosthuntuk 2022-07-21 12:14 pm (UTC)(link)
She turns her attention toward the voice and scoffs. “Hollywood didn’t lie about that, at least,” she’d had a terrible dormmate in university to prove it.

“Why does an Apocalypse need janitors?” She asks, holding up what she assumes is the first in a series. “Pretty sure who or whatever is causing the end isn’t worrying about the rubbish.”
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[personal profile] philancer 2022-07-21 12:21 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His sheepish smile widens a little into an easy grin as he cocks his head to the side and eyes her for a moment. ]

Hmm. Well. Technically, I still don't know you. I don't even know your name. Which seems like a terrible tragedy, now that we're supposed to be fixing this whole "strangers" thing.
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[personal profile] evoque 2022-07-21 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
[ all things considered, a talking cat was far less concerning, or weird, or anything in between, than most of the things klaus has recently been witness to.

actually, this was kind of a nice change of pace, as klaus pivots languidly over to look at the cat, and both hopes it will and won’t ask him a riddle.
] Oh — I didn’t mean to give you a start, [ he notes, before considering the question. ] It’s like a — two wheel metal contraption that you just - pedal around on. Well, not you personally. People use it, when they want to get around places faster. You know, because we only got two legs. [ accompanied, of course, by a pleasant smile and by a hand gestures, two fingers mimicking a walk. ]

[ he does shrug, after a short pause - ] — So, are you local, or. . . ?
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[personal profile] ghosthuntuk 2022-07-21 12:25 pm (UTC)(link)
“Actually, yes,” she all but bites the words out in a sharp snap. Mostly because she doesn’t like the implication of that first comment at all: That he’s somehow decided in the last three seconds that she isn’t in the library for something of actual substance. She is not your harlequin romance seeker.

She doesn’t wait for an invitation, he hasn’t tried to send her away and that’s as good as the same to her, so she pulls up a chair on the opposite side of the table. “Why are they so focused on that anyway? I mean, I know you can sort of throw a dart and hit someone in a crowd that’s probably into the woo-woo new age crap, but it seems like it’s a little everywhere around here.” She plucks at her own shirt, with The Chariot symbol.
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[personal profile] evoque 2022-07-21 12:30 pm (UTC)(link)
Klaus turns to look to Ben (and were he to eventually know his name, the sense of irony would not escape him), with a bit of a sheepish smile, tall frame curled lightly inwards.

He laughs, waves the question off with a little lilt. “Sort of. Not on purpose. She doesn’t like that I keep dying, so,” maybe he ought to think about how he says things like this. Maybe, to most people, this sounds insane, but Klaus had long operated between than thin, thin line of eccentricity and insanity and honestly, it thinned more and more, the more times the world ended around him. “I think it upsets the cosmic balance. Or something.”
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[personal profile] philancer 2022-07-21 12:33 pm (UTC)(link)
That is something I've been frequently accused of, it's true. [ He smirks a little before offering her a gallant bow. Or half of one, since that's all he can manage in a blanket without flashing all his assets to her and the rest of the world. ]

I am indeed delighted at that news. If you would be so kind, you will have my eternal gratitude, miss...?
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[personal profile] soothsighs 2022-07-21 12:55 pm (UTC)(link)

( There's a hint of movement in those pointed ears as Urianger registers his own name — just he barest lift, like some cornered creature who realises he's been discovered. What's even more startling than being recognised is the fact that he knows that voice; his stomach clenches tight with hope as he turns to towards the source, his brows high and his expression slack with surprise. )

... Thancred?

( Urianger finds himself beginning to rise from the water in his need to greet his dear friend — but he manages to catch himself before he gets too far. There's an awkward moment in which he hovers with one hand gripping the side of the stone tub, his torso half submerged beneath the water, and when he finally sinks back down it's with a hum of consideration. )

So, then. It appears that I am not alone in my travels — nor in mine other travails. Full glad am I to find mineself in thy company, my friend, albeit under circumstances one could only deem less than ideal.

( Whether he's talking about the fact that they've both been displaced from the Source (again) or the fact that they're essentially naked in a communal bathroom (first time) remains to be seen. Urianger gingerly moves around the edge of the tub in an effort to put as much distance between himself and Thancred as possible; he looks a little pinched around the mouth as he folds his arms over his chest and crosses one long leg over the other, evidently doing his very best to keep his unmentionables unmentionable.

... Perhaps the most ridiculous (or indeed, the most 'Urianger') part is that through it all, the Elezen is doing his very best to maintain an expression of solemn thought as he sits there covering his nips and looking anywhere but at Thancred's bare skin.
)

Prithee, tell me, for how long hast thou come to reside in this place? I knew not of thy absence on Eorzea before mine own summons, nor did I dare to imagine that fortune might deposit me with my companions a second time.

( Not that it had been "fortune" last time, but they've already had that conversation (and received many profuse and heart-felt apologies) for the Exarch's bungled plan. )

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