Introduction Log || Have a Merry Starlight Celebration

[eternitymods]

Who: All characters (New Arrivals, Previous Arrivals, and Native OCs) When: December 5th Where: The Dream Width (Airship), the Curti Center, and the Housing District What: It is happening for the fifth time now. More outworlders have arrived in the Dream Width and must be rescued and brought back to their new homes on Vaikuntha Warnings/Notes: Only new players can put up a toplevel. Previous arrivals and established native characters can respond to new characters' toplevel posts. They will get 25 EXP for replying to top levels. MEMORY [ You've been here before...? No, wait, why would you think that? You're here in the moment, everything is as it should be...(?) The memory you are trapped in has completely enthralled you. You stop questioning and accept, you relive and repeat. Luckily, you are not alone. Others have arrived to help you. The travelers in the airships will enter the nebula formed by your memories and attempt to wake you up and bring you back to the present. The dreamer's mind will shape how these newcomers are perceived and how the NPCs in the memory respond to them. For more details on the mechanics, please refer to this post] ARRIVAL [ You wake from your dreams, from your memories, on a narrow cot. There are fleeting impressions- recycled air, humming machinery, movement, strangers waking around you. The room you wake in is lined with cots, with barely enough space between them to walk to the door, though not all of them show signs of having been occupied. The makeshift infirmary seems like it was prepared to hold many more than are here. Stepping out, there is a lobby space that bears the signs of having once held some furniture, now cleared away to make space. Your footsteps echo in the emptiness. As the automatic door slides shut on the infirmary, a light flashes on the far side of the room. A flickering holographic projection of a man’s face and gloved hand appears projected in the space above the arrivals’ heads. He backs up so his upper body is in frame for the recording. An arm, covered in the same orange flightsuit sleeve, hands him a tablet. The man begins to read. A written version of the message scrolls along the bottom of the projection as he speaks. ] ’Welcome travelers’… That’s way too formal. Hey everyone. Hi! [ The second man leans into the frame to add his greeting. ] Don’t panic. You were floating out there, but we pulled you in and rescued you. Yeah, we’re heroic AND handsome. And also the only ones crazy enough to come out here to get you. [ A woman’s voice calls from out of frame. ] Can you two be serious for ONE moment and stick to your scripts? [ The two men give each other a conspiratorial eyeroll. This does not appear to be their first take. ] Anyways, no need to panic. Seriously, don’t do anything reckless. We got our fill of that with Skywalker. [A huff is heard offscreen, and the men finally spare the tablet another glance.] ‘Your pilots will be navigating treacherous environs as this message plays…’ Claire, seriously? Nobody talks like this! [ The tablet is tossed to the side and lands with a thunk offscreen. ] We’re gonna wing it. Look, everyone, we’re workin’ hard to get you planetside safely, and it’s gonna take some tricky flying to do it. So the door to the cockpit is locked so we can focus on not getting us all killed. Don’t try to open it, unless you want to be stardust. We promise you’ll get answers about what’s going on once we land. But for now, please trust us. Right now, we’re your only hope. [ The second man leans forward, close to the recording device, and presses a button. The projection freezes for a moment, and then the message starts on the next recorded message. ] CURTI CENTER [ Finally after hours of flight, you arrive at the Curti Center. The place is covered with snow, it appears to be winter here! The other NPCs await you having been notified of your retrieval in the Dream Width. Jessie gives a long and professional welcome speech, explaining what the situation is: you were lost in a space called the Dream Width. You are now on a planet called Vaikuntha: for ages, the people of this world have used Airships to rescue people lost in the Dream Width, with one person being found roughly every ten years. No one knows why this happens, but this has been a mutually beneficial exchange, with the people from Vaikuntha rescuing people lost in the Dream Width and the rescued ones sharing their wisdom with the people of Vaikuntha. Ten years ago, something unusual happened: two people were found at once, Biggs and Wedge. But that was nothing compared to what happened eight months ago... And six, four, two months ago. And now, here you are. No one knows why such a large number of people has arriving lately, but the Curti Center is a place dedicated to piercing the Dream Width's secrets. Jessie also introduces the other ones: Claire, the woman sighing and writing in her schedule book upon being pointed out as the bookkeeper, Kupoto and Mogaruru, their Mognet representatives and finally the Native OCs: those brave and kind souls who have accepted to help you all on a daily basis. She also mentions Cid, the director who is busy in his office. After Jessie finishes , the employees, including the Native OCs, provide a tour of the facility and help the newcomers navigate their future lives. Now is the time to ask questions and look over pamphlets regarding locations, Jobs, life in Vaikuntha... ] [ If you want to contact an NPC, you can do so on the NPC Contact Page. ] A BALL OF FLUFF NAMED MOOGLE [ It has been a long day, perhaps now you would like to find your way to a place to sleep? Or perhaps you'd like to get some answers, but you can't be bothered to go seek people out? And lo, just as despair begins settles in, a Moogle slams into you! Or stops by your side if their aim is decent... It's the Moogle Jessie mentioned in her speech earlier! And they'll be informing you that now, they will stick to you like your shadow and help you in anyway they can! They're also giving you your iMog Slate- Now you can get onto Mognet! Isn't it great? ] A QUICK CHECK-UP [ Whether it's your Moogle, Native OCs or NPCs, all will urge you to stop by the hospital wing for a basic check-up. You may disagree, but listen. You've just been thrown into a space between worlds, rescued, and brought to another world. For your own sake, that's a good idea. Should you give in and go (or should you be dragged by your Moogle or a Native OC), you will find yourself in the cold and white space very reminiscent of an hospital. For characters with specific medical conditions necessitating help, this is where they will receive it if asked. The doctors and nurses are all White Mages or Chemists, with various levels into their Job as well as medical knowledge. Don't mind the confused looks if you look like nothing they've ever seen before... It's hard for a doctor to be unable to give a proper diagnosis to a patient! For everyone else though, they'll be let go with smiles and be given a candy as they leave. No one likes medical check-ups, but it's a very quick and basic one: testing reflexes, taking your temperature and the likes. On the bright side, while you're grumpily sitting on a bed with a thermometer on your forehead or in your mouth, it might be a good time to socialize with your fellow new arrival who's having lights flashed into their eyes by a doctor. Misery loves company, after all. ] STARLIGHT SIGHTS [ There's plenty of rooms to wander about in, with several points of interest apart from the offices. Most noticeably, the entire place is decorated with Christmas decorations and there are even employees dressed as Santa Claus! Of course, it's not called Christmas but the Starlight Celebration in this world. And everyone appears to be in the holiday spirit, ready for the great day on the 25th! The Airship Hangar is where the airships are kept and the first room you entered. Workers keep guard to prevent the outworlders from getting too close to the vehicles. Airships are expensive and they don't want you messing with them, after all. Venturing into the Research Section, you can walk through public exhibitions on astronomy, airship design, and asterisk studies. A good place to get used to the basic science of this world. The laboratories lie behind a thick locked door with a sign reading "EMPLOYEES ONLY". No going there, for now anyway. Not too far from there are the Employee Quarters - work stations, apartments, and lounge areas. The latter are available to the public, whereas the rest is locked to Native OCs. But if you get them to be friends with you, perhaps they'll let you visit? Also open to all is a Cafeteria - a standard food court with stalls serving all types of Vaikunthan cuisine. The Chef is a very jovial and absent-minded Hypello. Beware of long lines and crowded tables. Should you prefer open spaces, then the gardens are for you! There are different sections in the gardens around the center, but they all look the same at this time of the year, snow covering everything. Oh, and what's that? It's snowing right now! Or perhaps, you want to wait till the sunset. Dusk on a new world, but a beginning of a new life... The sea shines bright in the orange light. A good moment for quiet contemplation. ] HOUSING [The housing accommodations are the best the Curti staff could provide, given that they are still also sheltering most of the previous arrivals from the Dream Width. The keys have been entrusted to the moogles who will be guiding the new arrivals. The new arrivals can stop by the Curti Center storage room to collect some essential supplies that have been donated by charity organizations from around the world (there are boxes of toothbrushes and whitening toothpaste sent from the Zora, hair brushes from the Elezen, quick-drying towels from the Hypello, among the various donations of clothes, toiletries, and blankets), before heading to their new homes. The people of Vaikuntha have done their best to provide for their new neighbors and help them get on their feet. Still, things will be a little cramped until the off-worlders can find employment and move into better housing if they so wish. The staff hopes they can get along with one another until alternate arrangements can be made. You can survive living with roommates for a few months, right?] THE JOB FOR YOU [An important part of life on Vaikuntha is the Job (or Jobs) you choose to take. No, not the way you earn your living. Your Job Class. Most Natives only choose one or two, but you'll have an opportunity to take on more Job Asterisks after you master your first Jobs. The Curti Center's resident Job Master, Ganeshan, is more than happy to arrange transportation to the various Guilds so that you can claim your first Asterisks. ]

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[OU] Plague Knight | Shovel Knight | Orolin

[plagueofshadows]

Memory

It had all gone so well. Perfectly, even. More perfectly than either he, or Mona, could have ever imagined. Here, in the empty potionarium, while the populace of the Village and the minions that had worked below it all celebrated above, Plague Knight had everything he could have ever wanted in his arms. Back and forth, through the shadowy mist, they dance across the room, in a whirling waltz that never seems to end. That he never wants to end.

That never will end.

Trapped in the best moment of his life, reliving that lovely dance again... And again... And again.


Starlight Sights

There is so much to explore- Plague Knight had been, for the most part, attentive during his introduction to this new world, and now, while housing was being handled, here he was left with (mostly) free roam of the place. So where was an alchemist like him to go? The research facilities? The cafeteria? It had been some time since his awakening in the Dream Width after all, and he'd worked up quite an appetite!

No. It is in the garden, out in the cold, where Plague Knight may be found. Faced with the signs of holiday spirit all around, and the general seasonal cheer, the alchemist needs an escape. Attended to by an almost aggressively fancy moogle with a faint air of concern, not even the beaked mask he wears can conceal that something has afflicted Plague Knight with a deep feeling of melancholy.

This is all so much to take in, and it's finally dawning on him- Will he ever see Mona again?


Housing

"Rather big of them to offer us all housing like this, hee hee! Which one had you said it was again, Mogstantine?"

"B14, sir. It is this way, if sir would desire a guide."

"Ehee! Very good, lead the way!"

B14... A rather spacious housing unit, from the look of things, how curious. It looks big enough to house four, and yet, hmm... These papers say there's only one other person living there. Klonoa? Hmm.

Either way, soon enough Plague Knight is knocking on the door of what is now his home, curious to see if his new roomate is currently home, while looking around the villa at the other homes. It feels strange to be living someplace out in the open, above ground.


The Job For You

There was only one choice, of course, the very first thing he did the moment he had the freedom to do so- the chemist Asterisk. He lacks his potions, his bombs, and the arcana he'd collected, but that's fine. If he has to start from square one, he's going to do it right.

But less obvious was his second choice- though he'd not hesitated in the slightest, in much the same way. The Dancer Asterisk would be kept close to his heart, but for now...

Well, for now he's just enjoying the newfound ability to pick up and store essentially as much as he wants. Even just walking down the streets of Arito and picking up trash- like he's doing right now- has him practically giggling gleefully beneath his mask, spirit it all away in the folds of his robe, disposing of litter has never been so fun! Or effective. Oh, think of all the bombs he could carry like this! The possibilities!

He probably looks like a madman.

Sam Vimes || Discworld

[old_stoneface]

MEMORY

Outside, the world was dark, and complicated. The city of Ankh-Morpork, full of unique and interesting and, yes, occasionally disquieting sights, sounds, and smells, goes on about its business as the sun sets and day turns, slowly, into night. But here, in this room, it is six o' clock. And at six o' clock, the world stops for Sam Vimes. Both of them.

It was a small room, filled with the sort of quiet, comfortable silence that only comes from a nursery around bedtime. The walls were painted in pinks and blues, and small fluffy toys were scattered about the floor. On the nightstand, a clock ticked gently, a porcelain sheep counting the time away as it bounced gently back and forth. Beneath the crib, a toothless, tiny, and ancient dragon dozes quietly. And in the large armchair, Sam Vimes read to his son.

"Where's my cow?
Is that my cow?
It goes 'Neigh!'
It is a horse! That's not my cow!"

To the enthralled toddler, this was the height of entertainment. The story eventually reaches its conclusion, and the cow is found, though a certain amount of suspense is lent by the addition of many animals who are illustrated in ways that might, if looked at from a very specific angle, may appear, briefly, cow-like.

And then it's six o'clock again. It's always six o'clock, here, in this nursery. The world has stopped for Sam Vimes, one perfect moment in time stretching out forever.

ARRIVAL

The first thing Sam Vimes noticed upon waking was that he wasn't in bed. He was in a bed, but he wasn't in his bed. He didn't sink into the pillows like he ought to, and the quiet snores that Sybil swore she didn't make were absent. Gone as well was the sound outside his window of a city changing over from the comparative quiet of night to the bustle of the working day.

Now how the hell'd they manage that? He was a light sleeper, prided himself on it- he'd been moved, somehow. Couldn't be Ankh-Morpork, didn't stink properly. There's a furtive moment where one eye drifts open, just long enough for him to get an idea of the layout of the area. Loads of people in cots, asleep, floor made of- metal? What daft sort of architect makes a building out of steel? He doesn't like the way it vibrates beneath his feet, either. Well, only one thing for it.

When he's sure there's nobody looking, he rolls off the cot and back underneath, and tries to convince himself that wasn't him grunting in pain just now. No brass knuckles, no truncheon in easy reach, they even took the cosh he kept in his pocket just in case. Bare knuckles it is, then. He really was getting too old for this sort of thing.

The unlucky bugger to pass by his cot next is the one he rolls out for, quietly as he can (which, it turns out, is pretty damn quiet). One arm goes around the throat, the other grabs a wrist and tugs behind the back, and one foot to the back of the knee- "Right. Sorry about the sudden discomfort, but I am not what you'd call glad about mucking about in a tent!"

A BALL OF FLUFF NAMED MOOGLE

On the whole, Vimes had... not quite adjusted, to the idea of Vaikuntha, but he'd at least got over his initial shock. Some things had been explained and, oh yes, they had no idea how he'd got here, or how he'd get back. This was familiar territory at least, and Vimes had to spend a moment wondering how on the Disc his life had come to this, that he considered this familiar. What wasn't familiar, was that nobody here knew what Ankh-Morpork was. Nobody'd ever heard of the disc, for that matter. They didn't even have a turtle. And he'd got an awful lot of funny looks when he'd asked how people were supposed to live on the bottom of a great big ball of rock.

So, he had some things to think about. Something about the end of the world, teatime of the gods and all that, a bloody great dragon about to burn up the place- and a deep, burning need to get home. It really was too familiar.

He was interrupted in his thoughts by a gentle tugging at his trouser leg. He looked down, and received another shock. The offender was a moogle- well, moogle-shaped. There was one of those fluffy dangly things, and yes, if you looked at the fur color and took a long swig of something so alcoholic you couldn't serve it in a metal tankard you could just believe it was a shade of white, and there were wings, too, though one was noticeably bigger than the other. There was the odour, too. It wasn't unpleasant, strictly speaking, merely wholly unique. Vimes felt, all at once, a pang of recognition, and a desire to be home. "'ere, Mister! You Vimes?"

It was true that every organization had to have its backbone, and therefore it stood to reason that there also would have to be some person who equated to the bits usually destined for dog food. "Oh, no. Don't tell me," Vimes, who'd been introduced to a few moogles thus far and thought he'd developed an understanding of their naming conventions, pinched the bridge of his nose. "Your name's Moggs, or Moggy, or something like that, right?"

The little creature narrows its eyes, looking instantly as though it'd like to shuffle away. "Could be, could be, 'ow'd you know that, Mister Vimes? Er, kupo."

Sam Vimes sighed. It really was shaping up to be a very long day.

WILD CARD

Give him a prod. What's the worst that could happen?

S'reee | Young Wizards [Return]

[singerofspells]

A. Memory of the Abyss
You find yourself floating warm, inky-black water. The area around you is defined by cool light, with the abyssal plain not far enough below that you can't see it. Despite the water, you can breathe even if you are used to breathing air. Ahead, volcanic vents send billowing black mineral-ladded water to the surface as strange creatures cluster around the source of heat and nutrients. Ropy solidified lava forms mounds and pillows, looking almost serpentine.Maybe too serpentine to be natural. At the edge of sight and sound rises an underwater mountain.

Around you are gathered a dozen representatives of Earth's oceans, from a blue whale and the largest shark you have ever seen, to a dolphin that almost looks human sized (and tiny compared to the blue).

A humpback whale glides slightly forward. She is speaking in whale-song, but you clearly understand her words. "If you're all prepared, I suggest we start right now."

[OOC: Given there are two shape-shifted humans in the memory, feel free to pick an aquatic creature rather than floating as a human a mile deep.]

B. You've Got Mail!
S'reee is hovering near a table in the cafeteria, telekineticially manipulating her iMog Slate -- the Illusionist job is quite nice for living in a world designed by people with a different body plan than yours, if you don't mind the energy output -- and trying to catch up on months of events. "Bright Powers, of all the times to get called away." The slate is using a (stilted) text to speech interface -- S'reee can read, but her hearing is better than her vision.

Minimus Ambus | Transformers

[legalcy]

Arrival

[He's exposed. He was safe inside the Magnus Armor, inside the outer armor, and the Dream Width forcibly yanked him out, shrank him down so even humans stood above him, and deposited him in an unknown universe. Was this caused by the rift that opened up? An illusions created by Mederi?

Whatever the answer, Minimus stands in the cleanest corner of the ship, composing himself in time to converse with the other passengers and hopefully find answers. It's just so difficult to focus on his thoughts with the looping messages.

He scowls at the projector. There's no need to have multiple recordings conveying the same information. What sort of unprofessional band of explorers are these people?]

Curti Center

[There are 245 questions Minimus has listed that must be answered, but with how busy Director Cid must be, he must find the answers to some of them on his own. It wouldn't do to bother the chief of staff with inane questions. Thankfully, the Center has provided a room's worth of pamphlets. How to find housing, how to manage currency, how to report unlawful behavior, the forms required to obtain employment (a spark goes off in his brain module when he sees that even an outworlder like himself can join the lawforce), an understanding of the Job System...

Minimus takes a copy of every pamphlet, whether it will be relevant to his personal life or not. It could be important in the future! Yet once he sits down and reads through each booklet for each Job class, he grows frustrated.]

They use a different font for every publication! How can they overlook internal consistency?!

Medibay

[No one in this room has seen a Cybertronian, that much is obvious. Doctors and mechanics crowd around his form, which impedes the necessary and frankly critical preliminary medical survey. At one point, his appointed nurse shoos the crowd away, telling them they can oggle him later.

"Oggle". What an uncomfortable word.

The nurse finally pulls out a clipboard.]

Name?

[...............The green robot looks distressed.]

Moogles and Starlight

Kupo?

[The sweet little thing holds up his employee card, and Minimus' facial insignia twitches at the name.]

Mogsuna, then? Thank you for your assistance, but this isn't necessary. [He holds up a hand.] I can manage on my own. Cybertronians are used to this sort of technology.

[Mogsuna types something on his iMog Slate and sends the message to the one Minimus holds, which he promptly regards.] Ah. I see. Then I mustn't deny your right to a living. [...He's going to have a Moogle follow him every step of the way, is he?] Let us begin with a tour of the Curti Center.

[Mogsuna nods, kupo-ing happily and pressing his paws against his cheeks before leading him around the building, but mostly sticking to the areas with his favorite Starlight decorations. For all that is wrong with the situation, Minimus can find some simple pleasure in the string of lights and paper-based artworks. They're an odd pair, a quiet happy Moogle and a short Cybertronian marching through the hallways as if on inspection duty.]

Curti Center

[saint_sami]

Each of them have their own style, so there's a need for a bit of uniqueness. Don't worry, they all work out in the end.

[And there's a human girl MAYBE his size holding a tray of Starlight Cookies before him.]

Want a cookie? I just got this neat Modifier Skill for one of my Jobs and I had to use it.

Arrival

[sassafrisk]

It might be to Vimes' discomfort--and embarrassment--that the first pair of feet he finds belongs to a child that can't even be in their teens yet. And said child is somehow more competent than CQC than he, as they move almost bonelessly to roll over Vimes' shoulder and reverse the grip, attempting to slam Vimes to the floor using his own momentum. Ah, the magic of asterisks.

"Woah, woah. Easy there, tiger. Calm down, nobody's gonna hurt you," they say, smiling. "I mean, hurt you more, I guess. Sorry 'bout that, instinct."

[legalcy]

[He looks up at the human - he's never been among humans at this size, so it's difficult to judge at what stage of development Sasami is at, but all the same:]

It's unprofessional. [He holds up the Templar and Magitek Knight pamphlets up with a hand.] They cannot categorize these under "The Job System" and use a different display method unless their goal is to dissuade readers from assuming the Asterisks work in a similar fashion. I will have to file a complaint with the marketing department.

[He looks at the cookies and, still frowning, looks at her.] I appreciate the offer, but I am unable to consume organic food.

[saint_sami]

Oh, sorry!

[She sat the tray of cookies down, though let out a small sigh.] I will admit, the pamphlets are a little confusing with the way the do things. Maybe you could bring it up with them? I never had a problem with them.

Starlight Sights (also hello! welcome!)

[hatejakku]

"Hello?"

Finn had been rushing through this entire day, far more concerned with learning what he can about the Dream Width than the people coming out of it. Fortunately, he was forced to take a bit of a break back on land, so helping out the new arrivals came second nature.

But this one was tucked away all alone save for a concerned looking Moogle. He frowned and approached slowly. "Hey, you okay?"

Starlight Sights (Hello! Thank you!)

[plagueofshadows]

For a moment, there's no response. The masked figure is just staring- presumably, it's rather hard to tell with the mask, admittedly- down at his green tinted hands. It's only when the moogle beside the robed figure holds clears his throat quietly, that Plague Knight startles to attention and looks around. "Eh! What? Oh! Ahem."

The alchemist's gaze settles on Finn, and he takes a deep breath. "Yes! Of course, hee! I am... Fine! Yes, nothing to worry about here, I just, ehee, needed some air, that's all!"

[legalcy]

I will. [After he writes the report.] I hope they will swiftly process my request.

[He straightens, his arms folded behind his back.]

Really, do they expect me to focus on the information while distracting us with such an issue?

[hatejakku]

Finn blinks at the guy before giving him a kind smile. "Yeah, everything in the Center can be a little hectic around this time."

He's not ignorant to this by any means. The only Finn wanted when he first arrived was to go back. It's still on his list, really. He also understands when people do or don't want to talk about something, but he's not certain in this case. So his hand rubs the back of his neck. "You know, we're all kinda in this together. If there's anything you need, we can try to help you out. Even if it's... you know, homesickness. My name's Finn."

[saint_sami]

[Sasami giggled briefly at that.]

I'm sure it's an unintentional problem, but I'm sure they'll fix things in the future!

Arrival

[singerofspells]

S'reee is faring better on her most recent trip to the Dream Width than her first -- it helps when the staff are now aware aquatic beings are coming along -- so is helping organize things. She noticed the mental being, sending a curious hum of sound to see if she could sense if he was one of the carbon-based humanoids that were reasonably common, or another sort of life.

Either way, she is going to glide over (via levitation magic) and say hello. "It's a bit much, isn't it?" she asked.

[OOC: S'reee's also shrunk from her full size, though she's still a bit longer than a human is tall. Also I don't know how Minimus is at (what is to him) xenobiology to tell that]

[legalcy]

He's smaller than the other humans on board - the adults tower over him much like how nearly all Cybertronians did, and the organic creature floating towards him (he recalls Swerve's talk of a potential encounter with a "space whale"). He registers as something entirely mechanical.

Minimus pulls his attention away from the embarrassing banter between Biggs and Wedge to face the other onboard guest. "I have lost contact with my crew and I am without my...my equipment." He would say his armor, but that would mean explaining the truth behind Ultra Magnus. "I have been rescued by a ragtag group of explorers without immediate means of returning home, and the floors have not been wiped in days."

A

[waningsigns]

[Frisk's hands slap instinctively over their mouth as the water surrounds them, their feet kicking wildly as they get their bearings. They suck in a breath, coughing a little at the unfamiliar feeling of water rushing into their lungs, but force themself to breath anyway. It's not the weirdest thing they've dealt with in the past two months.]

[The whales, however, might be. Being a particularly short tween with a lot of older friends, they're no stranger to feeling dwarfed, but this is ridiculous. Whose memory is this supposed to be?]

"Um— Not following, actually. What's this?"

Re: Arrival

[old_stoneface]

Perhaps to his credit, Vimes got as far as the first grab before realizing that what he was lunging for was a child, and loosened his grip somewhat-
This, it turned out, was a mistake. There's a half-formed apology on his lips before he's thrown about and dropped to the ground like a first-day recruit. That's not right, is it? He gets up with some difficulty, groaning with the effort. "Er. Alright. Let's try this again, because I am, as I said, not a 'appy camper. Who the hell are you, where the hell am I, how the hell did you do that, and why, exactly, have I woken up on a cot, and not at home?"

Memory

[bladeofconquest]

Suddenly, the door to the nursery opened, and a young woman with long white hair and pointed ears poked her head in and looked around. Oh, a nursery! It actually reminded her of Sophie's, though Corrin herself didn't get MUCH time to spend with her daughter in it before it was back to the war, and by the time she'd made it back to the Deeprealm, Sophie was already seven-

Then she sees Vimes in the chair, reading to his son. "O-Oh Gods, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to interrupt!"

Re: Memory

[old_stoneface]

"Hooray, hooray, what a wonderful day, for I have found my-" for a moment, there's a very pregnant pause, as Sam Vimes looks up, finds that the woman entering the room is not, in fact, his wife, and wordlessly moves his son behind his back.

"I must say, you people've got bold. I thought I was off the roster?" There's an icy sort of calm in his voice, the sort that suggests that someone is being nice and polite at the moment, only to save up the nasty for later. How dare you? You come to my house, to my son's bedroom? You'd best make your first shot count, my girl, because you won't get a second.
Something prickles, in the back of his mind. She's not wearing all black. Pointed ears and bare feet? That's hardly the assassin style.

[bladeofconquest]

Corrin sees the man move the baby-his child, obviously-behind him. To protect him. Then she realizes what this looks like and she holds up her hands in a gesture of apology. "I'm not armed! I'm sorry, I just didn't realize what kind of memory this would be when I...uh, entered. I was actually hoping someone I knew might be here, well, not here here, why would that make any sense, but I was part of the last group to come in and I thought, well, if I was in the last group maybe someone else from my world might be in this one and I thought if they ended up in a memory I could be there to help them through it which is why-"

There's a pause as her brain catches up to her embarrassed, panicking mouth. Corrin is silent for a moment. "...I probably sounded crazy right just now, didn't I?"

Well, this man clearly isn't anyone she knows, but she's here and this memory...well, if it were her, this would be a very easy memory for her to become lost in. She wouldn't want that to happen to this man, so...apparently it's up to her now to help her out.

"My name is Corrin, and I promise you sir, you have nothing to fear from me. I'm actually here to help you."

Moogles and Starlight | Richard meets a (not so) giant robot

[defenestraighttomyheart]

Richard Conway is nothing if not mischievous. He has made a profession on outmaneuvering and outwitting people even after he left his hometown so hard he wound up in an entirely different plane of existence. And in his experience, there are few things more annoying than bureaucracy. Especially the draconian enigma that is the Curti Center Hospitality Offices.

Richard Conway has had to spend five hours waiting in line and being bounced between offices due to the unholy mix of mislabeled occupancy records and the unfortunate, but altogether necessary action of his roommate to move out. Which meant that, since the offices were very not equipped to deal with the possibility that someone remained on the record after they left, meant that he had to go between at least ten different people who had no idea what to do with him.

This, of course, required a petty and disproportionate response.

He stood back and surreptitiously watched the fruits of his labor. The on buttons were off buttons. The tree had every other light dimmed. And most glaringly of all, the great big light up sign that had previously been labelled "Starlight" was broadcasting a very different message.

"Gilt Trash."

Memory

[waningsigns]

[Frisk hesitates outside the door, hand hovering over the knob as a voice rumbles from within. Something tugs at their heart— they're not starved for company by any means, but there's a large difference between the playful rivalry of surrogate siblings and the warmth of just reading by the fireside with their mother.]

[It's not the same. This is a charming little tale about barnyard animals, not an encyclopedia of snail facts, but they can't ignore the pang of envy for whatever child is being read to in there. Still, they shove the feeling down and open the door a crack.]

[A young face pokes in through the doorway, giving Vimes a small wave and a polite smile. They don't speak.]

[old_stoneface]

There's that feeling in the back of his brain, like something here's just not adding up. Willikins was in the hallway dusting, wasn't he? Or was he downstairs cutting up ice- no, that had been the night Argent had... What day was it? He couldn't recall, and that by itself was worrying.

"How'd you get in here? You're not an Assassin, I can see that now, and I'm not gonna ask you for your Thieves' Guild license because they know whose house this is and I know they're not that stupid." She's babbling, something about memories that doesn't make sense. He's standing, reaching for his truncheon- but it's missing. "Something's gone wrong, hasn't it? I can't remember what day it is, or how I got here. That's supposed to be how you tell you're in a dream, right?"

Re: Memory

[old_stoneface]

Vimes looked up when the door creaked open, expecting- well, Sybil wouldn't interrupt, not this. Willikins might, in an emergency, though if there was an emergency in the house it was much less likely to be for Willikins than it would be for anybody else. For a brief, terrifying moment, Vimes had thoughts of small figures in black leather robes, spewing flame in front of them like dragons-

But no, it's a child. His expression is more polite confusion than anything else. "Er. Hello. How did you..." It's possible Sybil let the... child of indeterminate gender, let's go with that for now, into the house. But wouldn't she have told him? "I don't suppose my wife let you in?"

[plagueofshadows]

"Yes! Yes it's, hectic. Ehee." Plague Knight says, seeming to deflate slightly, before the diminutive robed figure just slumps forward a little.

"It's just... Ehm."

Even with the mask on, it's pretty clear that for all that he says he's fine, Plague Knight is pretty miserable. "I'm not one to complain, you know? Hee! I'm a genius alchemist, I've made the biggest explosions ever seen before in the Valley! Boom!! But... It seems so cruel, so soon after confessing my love, to.." he trails off.

"Oh, I suppose it doesn't matter. Hello Finn, I am Plague Knight!"