TDM 0.1: May 2018

[entartungmods]

Entartung awaits you, its newest citizen.

Brought to the city of Centre via as-yet unknown mechanics, you've been implanted bodily with the network chip, giving you immediate access to the SYNC network. You have awakened in the local religious temple, dressed in a clean white robe, freshly washed, and with all previous injuries fully healed. When you awaken you become aware this isn't the first location where you have been brought—first you were interrogated in a formless place, a place that had no physical features and no way to sustain yourself. You were brought there and questioned until you agreed to become a citizen of Entartung. Congratulations on your arrival!

Under Entartung’s cold grey skies and endless day, you’re left with few answers about what your presence here means. But you’re the resilient type, right? You’ll figure out how to make the best of it.

Welcome to the Entartung Test Drive Meme! Here you can:

• Become familiar with the setting of Entartung
  
• Get a feel for whether your character fits into the setting
  
• Engage in play which may be used as game canon if you are later accepted into the game

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Feel free to use the prompts below to shape the starter for your thread:

1. Waking up is hard to do: Like everyone who arrives, you’re found unconscious in the temple and immediately are implanted with your SYNC neural network chip. But after you were washed and dressed in your pristine white robe, something went wrong with the amount of medication in your system. You do not have a pleasant awakening, and your immediate response is panic. Hopefully someone will be there to help talk you down.


2. Infrastructure: Exploring the areas beyond the city yield many interesting discoveries, such as the environmental collectors that dominate the landscape outside the city. Thankfully, there’s a fence preventing accidental falls from the ring at the edge, and the actual construction of the environmental scrubbers seems sound. It’s easy to see why it’s so important for everything to run like part of a well-oiled machine. It’s just your luck to be here when one of the transformers decides to blow.


3. Mind Wipe: The real currency of Entartung is knowledge, and everyone knows the ability to sell information to the leadership here is the only real power anyone has. But what if that process went wrong? What if they tried to take one thing and instead they took... everything?


4. Network: Characters have full access to the network as soon as they leave the Temple. Even with getting used to the Dvorak keyboard, sending and receiving messages is a snap. What will you send?


5. Wildcard: Think of a scenario that strikes your fancy better than one of these? Throw it into your prompt.

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hannah | arq

[blocs]

WAKING UP IS HARD TO DO

( hannah wakes with a start. that's familiar. that's too familiar — but then nothing else is. this isn't ren's bed. this isn't ren's house. if she's not in ren's house, that means the others aren't about to break down the door. that means this isn't another loop. how did she get out of the loop?

her heart is beating too fast and there's a shout lodged in her throat. she refuses to let it out. she's dressed in something other than the clothes she fell asleep in, too, and this isn't a place she knows and if torus got her again, if sonny succeeded somehow, she doesn't know how she'll survive again. if she'll survive again.

she gets to her feet and takes one shaky step and then another until she can press her back against the nearest wall, breath coming in short gulps. she can't do this. she has to do this. ) Where — where am I?

INFRASTRUCTURE

( there's so much to see here. it's just a city, yes, but there air is clean enough to breathe and people don't look starved or frightened. that in itself is remarkable. she wishes she could see her own home in this light. she wishes people could walk the streets there without air masks. )

Is this normal? ( she wonders, softly. mostly talking to herself, though someone might overhear her. )

NETWORK (id: mother)

what's the last thing you remember before waking up here?

[oorah]

[ he tugs at the robes distastefully, waking to feel... well-rested, and pain free. the first thing he checks after that is his own pulse, two fingers to his throat as his head swivels - to lock eyes with a woman only a foot away from him in the same predicament. he wants to tell her she's dead, because that's the only explanation he can grasp at, but there's blood rushing loudly in his ears that would suggest otherwise. he's starting to doubt he can even really die. at least, permanently. ]

Uh. [ he responds super intelligently as he pulls himself up to sit, taking in the strange temple sheltering them. he can't feel the familiar shape of his kabar at his hip, nor the strap of his ankle holster. he supposes that means whoever interrupted his mission gets his fists instead. ] Probably not Hell, right? [ even if that's exactly where he should be, at least the kitchen part. ]

[ whoever she is, she looks scared. it's a good distraction for the moment. he gets to his feet spryly for such a bulky creature, offering a hand down to her as he continues to eye their surroundings with suspicion. ] You okay? [ frank really focuses on her face for the first time, eyes narrowing in something akin to concern. without the usual bruises darkening his face, he looks much more youthful, maybe even softer despite the harsh planes of his face centered by a hopelessly crooked nose. ]

Infrastructure

[alittlegreen]

Is what normal?

[ Gamora doesn't usually question what random people say but here there is not a lot normal. She hasn't ran into anyone that she knows as of yet and so for some reason she finds herself looking to make contacts. ]

thor | mcu

[sparke]

i. » waking up is hard to do

( there is panic in thor's gaze when he wakes, a tightness to his chest that shouldn't be there, his heart thundering in his chest. a moment later, his heart is not the only thing that is thundering: his panic translates into a storm brewing. the low rumble of thunder might sound threatening to anyone else, for thor, it is a welcome reminder that he is not helpless — though of course, even his thunder and lightening hadn't been enough against hela in the end. )

What is this place? ( the question is really more of a demand. he moves to stand, pulling at his pristine white robe, which?? where did that come from? )

ii. » network (un: thunder)

hello! i'm thor
i don't suppose anyone's seen asgard around, have you?

( it's cool. it's fine. he can't just have misplaced his people. that's not how this works, is it? they've got to be here somewhere. )

iii. » wildcard

( hit me up with something else entirely or request a different starter, i'm here for it )

ii. un: mechanic

[letmetakeaselfie]

nope. never heard of it.

II, @LESSA

[begetter]

Hi Thor, I'm Lessa.
I haven't seen your asgard, but if you describe it to me I can peel my eyes for it.

un: gamora

[alittlegreen]

Why would Asgard be here?

ii. un: cap

[valuedstrength]

Please tell me this is a prank because if it isn't I don't know what to say.

Actually I do.

How did you lose your realm? I know things are different out there, but it can't be that different. Can it?

Network || un: FancyPants McGee

[lavore]

Hello Thor! Nice to meet you. I'm Jester! ✨
What's an Asgard? Is that some kind of donut? Because it really really sounds like donut.

UN: fastest legs

[kometes]

Asgard? Thor?
Are you telling me that you're the Norse god of storm?

Tell me how a god gets lost.

lessa / lessa

[begetter]

1▸ WITH GLASS EYES AND DIGITAL WATER

(he's barely used a cell phone let alone a holographic interface, so the whole experience is a bit jarring for him. he's wandering around in his white robes just outside of the temple in a dizzy circle, focusing far too hard on the menus. they've tricked him into the bowels of an infomercial site that's currently pelting him with ads.

he handles with grace and poise, aiming his polite declinations to each of the offers at the nearest bush.)

Why would I purchase a 'virtual reality' when I'm already living in a real one? Excuse me? Hello?

2▸ THROUGH THE SHADOWS, I'M COMING HOME

A▹ WHERE DID THE TIME GO?
(the edge of the dyson ring. his toes could hang off of it if it weren't for the protective fence he's wedged himself up against. there's a faraway look in his eyes as he stares out at entartung's dwarf star—so minuscule when measured against earth's sun.)

It's nostalgic, isn't it? (wistfully, to anyone standing near.) To be in this place, where everything begins and ends. It's like coming home.

B▹ IT'S LIGHT AT MY WINDOW
(it seemed idyllic until the transformer explodes, its aftershock one that rattles the ribcage and knocks on the eardrums. lessa's hands move forward through the fence as it disappears as a result, leaving him tiptoeing on the edge of etartung's ring with an eyeful of the abyss waiting for him should he fall. thankfully he's not completely inept and his concern for others keeps him anchored with a powerful leap back.)

No, oh no—

(a hurried look towards the source of the disturbance, finding some citizens of the dyson ring trapped in the mess beneath the transformer while others dangle off of the ledge. he makes a grab for a fellow new arrival, no minding personal space now that there's a crisis on hand, pointing desperately to two places he can't possible be in at the same time.)

Please, help me help them!

3▸ WHAT WE DID WITH IT, WHO KNOWS?

(some scientists at the institute ran a few tests he'd wholeheartedly agreed to. all of this was done in hopes that they'd upload more extensive information on entartung and the surrounding area into his sync chip. sadly, uploads like that cost tokens. a lot of tokens. tokens he didn't have at the time.

now, suffering a temporary memory loss, lessa is back to his baser instincts and is crouching in one of the replicator gardens. he's seen fit to pull ripe produce from the ground by the stalk—at the horror of a harvest bot that keeps wheeling into his leg—, dust the dirt off, spit-clean it, and jam the vegetables into his mouth. he's making his steady way through the space carrots, but the space radishes are next on his list.)

4▸ NETWORK ID: LESSA

Tokens are required to purchase a great many things, but I don't know how to get them.
I am at a loss; I have no job and no prospects.
Please let me know if you have any ideas for me, except if those ideas involve taking from the Temple's altars...
I cannot do this, but I will allow those less fortunate to collect them in my stead.
Thank you for all your help.

5▸ I WILL MEET YOU THERE

(hi, i'm down for whatever! legit smack me in the face with something, i love it. if you need anything at all, please hmu on pm or at ~frooting on plurk.)

network ▸ id: mother

[blocs]

what skills do you have

2 ▸ B

[imphoster]

(Phos is used to being manhandled in times of crisis and now's no different, save that they can actually do something now. It's tough to drag them, given that they're solidly built of mineral and gold alloy, but they're light on their feet to make up for it. They snap into action as soon as the human--that is a human, right? Sure looks like one--cries out.)

I won't burn, I'll go to the machine! You take the ledge!

(The last time Phos had tried to help someone on a ledge, they'd snapped in half. Better not to have a repeat of that: they won't make it back this time.)

(Without waiting for assent, Phos takes off, already reaching out with liquid golden arms for the transformer.)

Bodhi Rook | Star Wars | OTA

[onlyeverdoubted]

Infrastructure

Exploring the actual city has a certain appeal. It's almost familiar, and he's been to enough odd corners of the galaxy that an unfamiliar building material here or a peculiar technological marvel there isn't enough to throw him. It tends to be pretty crowded everywhere he's sure he's supposed to be, though. Sometimes that's nice. Sometimes he doesn't really trust himself around people.

He's always been a natural mechanic. If he hadn't turned out to have a good head for technical piloting he'd probably have just gone into maintenance instead of the academy. And while the tech here is strange, there are a few things that work the same way everywhere. Electricity is electricity. Which is how the nervous, aimless man with a constant twitch seems to vanish when the transformer decides it's had enough, replaced in the blink of an eye with an aggressively efficient technical dynamo.

He misses his goggles. He doesn't need to know what it's supplying. He almost prefers not knowing, the simple abstraction of the problem. Dodging sparks and almost enjoying the angry buzz as it fizzles out its last, he casts around for basic tools.

no icons on this account for this yet whoops

[ordnen]

The place is manned by several techs, and they leap into action when disaster strikes. Some head straight for the site of the break, while others head to the control room to call for the sector to be shut down. Very quickly, the crackle of electricity gives way to silence, and the amount of chatter between the techs increases as they descend on the blown transformer to attempt to work out what has happened.

Meanwhile, a tech bumps into Bodhi as he approaches the tool storage, and he momentarily looks surprised.

"Excus—" he begins, and then, after studying Bodhi for half a second, adds, "I don't know you. Are you a new arrival? I need one of those."

Gamora | MCU

[alittlegreen]

( A. Infrastructure )

[ Gamora started exploring right away -- perhaps with the primary intention of trying to locate the rest of the guardians but she's starting to lose hope as she goes. She is not familiar with this place at all, although, she is perhaps more accustomed to this sort of thing than it appears some of the others are here.

At some point she finds a place to sit and then just starts to watch others move along, searching for a familiar face. She doesn't look the most friendly or helpful but she'll try if anyone seem to be particularly in need or distressed.

She won't turn down people talking to her either, maybe they've met her crew who would be difficult to forget even here. ]

( B. Network )

un: gamora

Is anyone from here?

( C. Wildcard )

[ I'll match tenses and styles! Feel free to hit me with another idea if you so desire. ]

Network

[vorderste]

[ Zadan has had a busy morning, as always when there are new arrivals to the city. He does take the time to peruse the network as they begin to come online, however, and as is his habit, answers a few inquiries that come across the system. There are assistants who can do this work for him, of course, but he does enjoy having that personal connection to some of the newcomers.

When he hears this particular question he chooses to press the option to respond. ]

You're talking about natives? There are none. We all came in the same way.

frank castle (pete castiglione)| the punisher

[oorah]

░w░a░k░i░n░g░ ░u░p░ ░i░s░ ░h░a░r░d░ ░t░o░ ░d░o░

[ when he wakes it's like a caged animal, rearing his head ferally as he takes in the stark bright white space. that interrogation had been a strange nightmare, even for him, but he wakes only to find himself in another dream; or so he assumes. there's something in his field of vision and he swats at the air, feeling dread pool at the base of his stomach and form a hard lump when he can't grab hold. he remembers suddenly, the implant; slapping the base of his skull but all he can feel is sharp stubble from a fresh haircut. have you ever aspired to perfection? frank swallows, chest heaving with harsh but even breaths as he looks for anyone else in the temple, the sound of his bulk echoing as he gets to his feet with surprising grace. he can feel his pulse jumping when he presses two fingers to his wrist, his heart beating loudly in his throat and blood rushing in his ears. he usually doesn't feel those things in a dream, and he's certainly never dreamt up a place like this before - to say nothing of the snazzy clothes they gave him. he tugs at his robes and turns in a circle, but every which where he turns he sees it: ꜱʏɴᴄ - what does it mean? where is he? and where the fuck are his guns? ]

The last guys who got in my way didn't like the end result.

[ it's a warning carried on a crackling, gravelly voice pitched low. there's danger sparking in his eyes, but also fear - for him and everyone else in this room. they're dressed the way he is so he can only assume they've been through the same ordeal. when he sees someone approach, he pulls at the collar of his robe self-consciously, covering the dark scar high on his chest. you some kind of secret badass, pete? frank takes a deep breath and forces himself to focus. if this is real then he needs to get out. now. something in the way his eyeballs dance around in his head pulls up the terms of service for the device and every muscle in his body tenses, fists clenching and abdomen jumping. ]

What a joke. [ he mutters, still more to himself than anyone else. ] Asking for consent retroactively. Now I've seen it all.

░i░n░f░r░a░s░t░r░u░c░t░u░r░e░

[ after the first couple "natives" he stopped, frank realizes he's not getting anything out of these people. they're cowed, scared; and some of them seem off. like a piece of them is missing. they tell him to sign the agreement, that he'll live well here. free apartment, free food. he's never taken a handout in his life and he's not about to now.

frank follows the edge of the ring, fingers brushing the fence as he walks. they're like rats in a maze and those nachdruck guys are sitting up high somewhere in their ivory towers just watching as they hit dead end after dead end. just when he's reliving the horror again - his interrogation, waking up in the temple - a loud bang startles him. he feels heat on his hands and he leans away from the gate as sparks fly over it. frank puts his hands on his hips and squints up at the fucked transformer. ]

Be careful, you're gonna make me homesick.

░(░n░e░t░w░o░r░k░)░ ░i░d░:░ ░p░e░t░e░ ░c░a░s░t░i░g░l░i░o░n░e░

I want to know everything you know
Who are these fucks? What do they want? Where did they take our shit?
I don't remember how I got here. Does anyone else?

waking up

[bossily]

Oh, don't say that. There's always something new to see if you look hard enough.

[Clara's been through an internal panic about three times already. She woke up shortly after he did, and isn't necessarily processing everything around her due to her biological functions having returned to her. The sound of her heart beating is loud in her ears, and she presses one closed to rub at the area like it might make her heart stop and the silence in her head resume. She doesn't exactly look like someone that should be attempting to speak to someone else, just due to the sheer confusion and panic in her eyes. The way she presses her hand to her chest and looks like she might nearly jump out of her skin probably doesn't help her look any less jumpy, but she tries to play it cool anyway.

Everything here is fine. This is fine. Nothing to worry about. She can handle this.

Nothing except the things she can see now in her peripheral vision, which pulls up the terms of service for her to see. Ignoring it for the moment, she holds out a hand in the man's direction. Whether she's reaching for him or trying to block him from reacting further isn't particularly obvious. It's a moment frozen in time, with the both of them talking at each other while having words forced into their heads via optic nerve. Something about this should be hilarious, but she adapts to this the same way as she does everything else: desperately trying to seem like she's in control.]

It's gonna be alright. There isn't any point in trying to take back accepting now.

Phosphophyllite | Land of the Lustrous

[imphoster]

[ 2. INFRASTRUCTURE ]

This is definitely not the moon. There's an entire synthetic forest here, thicker and more luscious than anything they had back on Earth. With the gentle hum in the background and the odd silence otherwise, the landscape becomes far more alien than the melting prisms of the moon had ever been. They keep a wary eye on the sky, but despite the small star just visible overhead the sky is grey and unpleasant--not at all the sort of day Lunarians liked to appear on.

Assuming the Lunarians even knew how to get here.

"Great, okay," Phos murmurs to themselves. "My luck, you know. Karma. Not the first weird place I've been in, probably not the last."

A year ago (one hundred years ago), Phos would have been a lot more stressed out by this. As it is, they're mostly just tired.

[ 4. NETWORK ]

It takes Phos forever to work out the controls, but that's because they have no analogous technology of their own. The learning curve is steep. Eventually, they manage a text message, flaunting grammatical convention entirely.

[ ID: Phosphophyllite ] it says my name is my real name but you can call me phos no big deal
[ ID: Phosphophyllite ] it has been a long time now and the sun still has not set and that seems suspicious if you ask me

No one had asked Phos, but they felt it was an important observation anyway.

network

[badwinemom]

[At the very least there's someone who may not be bothered by perfect grammar over text. Someone else who might be similarly new to this sort of technology. Lucky for Phos.]

[ ID: Gilgamesh ] Choosing a nickname for yourself is a little tacky, if you ask me.
[ ID: Gilgamesh ] One should come into shorter names naturally. Demand respect by using your full name.
[ ID: Gilgamesh ] That aside... the sun not setting can be natural. I suppose you simply aren't well traveled.

sylens | horizon: zero dawn

[sylens]

waking up is hard to do;
( The first thing Sylens feels is a grip around his chest, a tightness that isn't from running for too long. A primitive, primal panic, sharp enough to make him shoot up out of unconsciousness with little ceremony. Dark eyes scan the contents of the room he finds himself in, a place which is far from the world he knows, though years of study of the Old Ones leaves him with the distinct impression that this building and the civilisation which - likely - goes with it may have similar levels of technology.

That? He can work with. The robe, whiter than freshy fallen snow on the mountains, is a far cry from the garments Sylens wears usually - nowhere near as protective or warm. He raises a hand to his ear, and the empty space which greets him - instead of the familiar cool metal of his Focus - only makes the clutch of panic around his lungs tighter.

Great. Where's Aloy when he needs her?

For the most part, he's quiet, eyeing up each person in the room with him, bright blue lines of machine piping stark against his dark skin and eyes sharp. His concerns are greater than asking questions of people with as little knowledge as himself, but he notes what he can, just in case they could be useful. but his eyes find themselves drawn to the suspended logo again and again, and the realisation dawns that he's looking at something in a way very similar to the Focus. An individual, holographic interface.

Well, nothing was ever discovered without someone having the curiosity to find it, so Sylens reaches out towards the logo, swiping at the air in an attempt to move it, to see just how this thing works. )

...Interesting.

( A few seconds of testing quickly reveals that he can control all of this with his eyes, scrolling up and down the legalese curiously, deciphering the majority of the meaning with all the knowledge he's acquired from studying the Old Ones. )

I see there's no alternative.

( Only an 'agreement' option. less than ideal, but this particular network may offer answers his Focus did not.

What can he learn from this place, its technology? )

infrastructure;
( The SYNC network holds a lot of information, perhaps even better equipped than the Focus itself in showing him the kind of knowledge that was lost to his people. But even this technology - implanted in his head, as he discovered, a problem he has yet to solve - doesn't provide all the answers.

Exploring is often the only way to do that. So he does, walking through the city with purpose and a tendency to ferret out odd streets, back alleys and the less well-travelled areas. Again and again, the thought comes to him, that this world is but a glimpse of the society that came before them. Before Zero Dawn was enacted.

The Institute comes into his sight before long, and Sylens sitlls, taking in the metres of glass and the piping. A building far beyond anything constructed by the people living in his world now. Even the most intricate of Carja structures would tremble in comparison. Anyone who's near him may want to snap him out of his meticulous mental cataloguing of the sheer scope of the building before him. )

Are you going in?

[vorderste]

[ Dorana has finally taken a moment to rest after helping prepare all the new arrivals for their new life in Centre. She wanders among the rows of seats, watching and listening as they awaken. There seem to be a number of people this time having a hard time of it, so Dorana keeps alert and aware as she examines each person's face. The monthly arrivals always bring Dorana much joy. She's always so pleased that more citizens have agreed to come and populate the city. Still, she knows it can be disorienting and confusing to find oneself here after being unconscious. So she kneels beside a few to discuss the situation with them, trying to be as soothing and comforting as possible. There is no reason to be alarmed. She knows everyone who is arriving made the choice to come. It's just a matter of making sure they remember that.

Dorana notices Sylens, sees the way he gestures in the air as he works out how SYNC works, and then hears his comment. She approaches, head tilted slightly, a gentle near-smile on her lips. ]

Welcome to Centre. I am Dorana, the priestess of the Temple. May I know your name?

Gilgamesh | Fate Series

[badwinemom]

side a. Waking Up.

[It wasn't often--if at all--that this man woke up in any sort of state other than calmly. When you're a four-thousand year old spirit of an ancient, all-powerful king, you don't really have anything worth panicking or fretting over. Even if your dreams were bad, even if your more recent life circumstances were strange.

So you can imagine how jarring it is for the blonde when he does wake up with a sensation that makes it feel like all of your nerves are on high alert, like there was something--everything--going wrong at the exact moment that consciousness was achieved.

Eyes blood red like a perfect ruby, centres blown in wide circles as he sits up. Hands moving over his face and neck, as if looking for something, to try to make sure what he's feeling right now is real.

And that's when someone crosses his line of vision. Those blown, circular eyes thin, not unlike the pupils of a snake, or perhaps a cat who focuses in on its prey. A thin sliver of a pupil that's so razor thin, it can nearly cut.
And in the next moment, the snake does strike.

Leaping forward from the bed, a golden-glowing portal-like glyph opening just under his hand as a sword is pulled from it. Equally glowing and equally gold, you'll find the blade pressed just under your neck as a hand reaches to grab the front of your pure white robe--

Only for the blade to shudder in his hands and disappear in a stream of golden sparkles. This seems to enrage the snake-eyed man even more, as the now free hand reaches to grab the other side of this unfortunate person's robe, far less threatening than he was a moment ago.]

Speak, you worthless mongrel! Who are you--and give me one good reason not to kill you here!

[Yeah, someone really needs to be calmed the hell down.]

side b. network.

[ ID: Gilgamesh ] My Lord, Your Highness, or King.
[ ID: Gilgamesh ] Those are the names I will accept being called by those of you who feel bold enough to speak with me.
[ ID: Gilgamesh ] While I prefer a method of speak that is face-to-face...
[ ID: Gilgamesh ] I see the merit in using a less formal way of communication like this.
[ ID: Gilgamesh ] Human beings really are lazy, aren't they.

shitty man vs shitty man

[gavehead]

<sub>[ That feeling of being on high alert and everything going wrong at that exact moment is something he faces on a daily basis more than anyone could ever know. Perhaps he was over analytical of everything and if the slightest difference in air or atmosphere sent him on red alert, then being interrogated in a seemingly limitless space and then brought to another unknown space definitely raises questions and he was determined to get to the source and undoubtedly destroy them.
Thankfully, though, he's a stone cold and cool motherfucker unlike Gilgamesh, more robot-like than human at this rate. He had risen, disoriented, though showing no signs of anger or violence... yet. Man, maybe he was brainwashed already? (ha.. haha..)

If he hadn't been off, he would have avoided Gilgamesh's attack with no problem seeing as he's extra fast, but Gilgamesh caught him at a good time when he was immensely in scattered thought and trying to keep it together and piece in his head what could have transpired. He defends himself simply by catching Gilgamesh's wrist within both of his hands. ]</sub>

Yo, chill the fuck out and shut the fuck up.

<sub>[ If Gilgamesh is especially perceptive, though, he'll notice a trail of sweat trickling down his face and his pulse was at an alarming rate as well. If Gilgamesh loosens his grip at all, Bro is just gonna simply vanish and flash step a safe distance away from this guy.

There's a slight furrow in his brow. Just enough indication he's about to break. ]</sub>

[lavore]

WAKING UP IS REALLY HARD

[ Jester wakes up with a start. What had happened? Did they lose during the victory pit and did she just get knocked out? Is this what happens when other clerics rescue you? Jester’s breath is uneven, her heart is beating against her ribcage. She swears in infernal under her breath. She doesn’t recognise any of this. The architecture is wild and foreign to her. Is this something of elven make? She’s never seen anything like this. Her hands are shaking. Her voice breaking up as tears start to collect on the edges of her eyes. Gods. ]


T-T- —

[ her voice audibly shakes. ]

Traveler, are you here? Well, um. I don’t know where I am and I feel really alone right now.

[ she can't help but curl into a ball, feeling unsafe and unsure. she just needs a moment to collect herself. she looks up to the sky, hopeful that her deity will come around. ]

I hope I see you soon, ok!

NETWORK [ TEXT ] — ID: FancyPants McGee

[ This network thing is pretty cool. It’s like a message spell but with a lot of people! She’s never really gotten to experience something like this. She doesn’t know why she can’t feel the subtle presence of the arcane when she uses it, but she’s willing to give it a go. She knows that if she is here, then the Traveler must have a reason as to why she’s there. She can brave this. She clutches her holy symbol for a moment, grateful that it came with her before she struggles with the contraption.

It takes her a while but at least she manages to register her name. ]

So whoever’s doing this it’s really really not funny - OK?
Oh my gosh!! There are like a zillion funny pranks and you had to go for this one. This one just sucks.
You could have like put a moustache on a statue or like drawn some dicks in a book or something.
Kidnapping isn’t cool!!

Anyway. You guys should like - bring me back because my friends will get worried.
One of them is really tall and has a really big sword. The other one has like a lot of Syphilis.
They’ll come for you, okay.

Thanks.

You can reply to this message.

- FANCYPANTS

WILDCARD

( hit me up! I'm down for anything. )

NETWORK | ID: Nicolas

[inaudibly]

Kidnappings less a "prank" and more a "felony"
Source: Been arrested for kidnapping twice

[This isn't exactly the best expertise to be flaunting to people he hasn't met, but damn if he isn't going to for the sake of being snarky. Finally a good use for his arrest record.]

4.NETWORK (with a dash of 3. mind wipe)

[pluscachange]

[Bright, white, like light, only his eyes are closed, his face hidden in his palms. It feels wrong, his face. Billy can't say what or how but the smooth skin feels wrong. The clothes on his body feel wrong. A stranger in a strange land. The dark-haired man peels himself off the floor and looks for a way out.

Can't stay here. Won't. Has places to be. Has things to do?

What? Well... something important. Maybe? It's there at the back of his mind, or rather it should be there.

Nothing.

Maybe-]

NETWORK (un: blackbird)

This is blackbird. Come in.

This is blackbird. Come in.

un: raven

[oorah]

[ it's far fetched, but could it be...? frank pulls up his keyboard, heart pounding. it's not like he won't be able to tell instantly if it isn't billy. and that's one hell of a coincidence for another world... realm? whatever this terrible place is. he decides to risk it, either way. ]

copy blackbird
this is raven
over