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etrayamemes2025-01-02 03:19 pm
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TDM 006
 ⏵ arrival ⏴ Arrival is absolutely not normal this month. Instead of a hospital bed, you wake in a tunnel with a large group of other people. These are the residents. A woman’s voice in an earpiece hurriedly clues you in with an apology. I apologize; I had not planned to introduce you this way, but we are low on time. Please proceed down the hallway. For everyone else, coming in is much the same. The instruction goes out to head to designated areas immediately, where companion bots will escort the residents of Etraya down into the depths, the area beneath where much the same is explained.  ⏵ disrobing ⏴ The tunnel eventually opens directly into the foreroom of an expansive library, painted in marvelous hues and patterns with skylights far above. There are wizards milling about, bearded and holding tomes, quietly chatting amongst themselves. The reception area of the library has tall ceilings with equally tall doors Before you get too caught up in the scenery, a voice directs you forward. A gentleman, hunched and bespeckled craws out. "Make a line! Make a line, everyone! You cannot enter the library dressed as you are... Come forward and give me your name." The receptionist asks your given name and then hands over a box from underneath his counter. You can give him any name you want, he doesn’t seem to mind. It is tied with a tagged ribbon- labeling it accordingly. “The _____ robe of _______.”
As you read what the contents of the box may be, they form inside- Looking and behaving as your character expects them to. After all, magic is all in the wielder’s mind. Don your robes and enter the library.  ⏵ unfamiliar familiars ⏴ For those without a familiar (like one hatched from an egg not too long ago) you may borrow one from the library counter. They all have strengths and weaknesses, but they will all assist in the very important mission. As you roam the library, they will make little indications that you are closer or further from finding a piece of the pearl.
 ⏵ the task at hand ⏴ With robes donned and creature in hand, you must now complete your mission. Find the pieces of the shattered pearl. As you enter the library, you may notice that it’s all very dim. There’s oil lamps around the place that may be moved with you to assist in your journey if your robes do not already emit light. Break off and search the library. There is a directory at the front to point guests to all the different sections.
Each section looks enough like the last, though the books within have immense power. Pick up the wrong book, and you might conjure a dragon or a historical figure! You must persist and avoid making too much noise or breaking too many things. Or else the Librarian, a tall mass of knotted fabric will confiscate your robe and usher you back outside. Your name will be struck from the list, and you must pick a new one to re-enter the library to continue the search. You can try to fight back against him- he may be set alight with the lamp. But should you be starting fires in here? Any thread with 15 comments between you and another may be submitted to find a piece of the pearl. There are 20 pieces altogether, and we will determine if the mission was successful by March 28th. A post will go live on the OOC comm for this! This mission occurs out of time, similar to how the spaceship had. Meaning, those currently in game can experience these events any time between now, and March 14th. Please direct all questions to our mod queries comment! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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.. or so he'd like to think, anyway. Because the facial expression of 'teen who really does not want to be here' is a very valid one for this situation, Fabian thinks. Who wants to deal with whatever is going on here. Something with-- wizards? But not even wizards from his world, but weird wizard stereotypes, and even worse, ugly robes. Just kill Fabian now, it'd be more merciful.
It's maybe in an attempt to not focus on his inevitable doom in this regard that has the half-elf looking around the line they're in, and when he turns around he does notice Peter looking.. well. You know. Not great? Not great is probably a great start of a descriptor for the other's state, he'd say.
Fabian frowns a little as he continues to look at the other before slowly asking: ]
Dude, did you fall asleep with your eyes open?
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Unfortunately, he's... pretty much terrified of everything.
He startles at the sight of the other, eyes fluttering open and widening like saucers, body flinching as though he'd just been slapped instead of asked a question. ]
Who—
[ ...Wait. Between the frightening beating of his own heart, a thought creeps back in, touching upon ones he'd been having before. The other boy looks kind of like... someone that might be found at a convention, doesn't he...? Peter doesn't know much about that kind of thing directly (his particular friend group weren't exactly into Nerdy Things), but from cultural osmosis... the pointy ears, the eyepatch, the Everything Else...
He can't help the question, even if he remains looking very frightened as he asks it. This is all so weird. ]
So this is Comic Con...?
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[ Rather than sounding offended over the assumption, Fabian looks more confused. Which might be natural, because he has absolutely zero idea what this 'Comic Con' is. He's just assuming that maybe it's the place this other guy comes from.
.. now he's thinking about it, Peter does look like he's new. Not that Fabian knows absolutely everyone in this place, but he likes to think he's memorized a whole lot of the faces around here by now. Peter certainly doesn't look like anyone he's seen before, and it does seem that Echo and Aurora decided to draw in new people in the middle of this weirdass wizard thing for whatever reason.. ]
Do you not know where you are? [ He instead asks, narrowing his eyes like he's trying to figure this whole situation out. The line moves, but Fabian just takes a step backwards to keep up with it, still staring at Peter rather than the line ahead of him - or, you know, behind his back now, since he's turned around and all. ] Didn't they tell you?
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Peter was just screaming his way through some woman suddenly talking in his ear and didn't pick up much of it. This lack of knowledge is 100% his fault. ]
Uhh..... We're in The City, right? [ His longer-term memory is still working, even if he's having a hard time remembering things in the shorter term. But he thinks it could make sense that they'd throw them into some weird convention-type place all of a sudden.... Not long ago, there was a Spirit Halloween kind of store to pop up.... ]
Like— the simulation or whatever it is. None of this is actually real.
[ Peter now you just sound crazy. ]
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Especially when Fabian doesn't have any context for what the other is saying. If he had only said The City, then maybe he could have taken it for the non-capitalized version of it, just figuring the other guy doesn't realize they're in the middle of a mission here. But with Peter adding that last part-- yeah, he's definitely sounding out of it. Or just crazy.
But with the state Fabian found him in earlier, he'd say it's likely the former. He gives the other guy another concerned glance before he's already reaching out, hands latching onto Peter's shoulders and drawing the other from behind him in line to next to Fabian in line. ]
Alright, you clearly need someone to guide you. [ He decides.
And given the nature of Fabian's tone in this moment - pretty determined - it seems like Fabian has decided that he is this someone.. Forcibly guided.. ]
Seriously. You can't just walk around with that attitude! They will kill you!
[ Maybe a little too dramatic there, Fabian!! Especially when said right in front of a guy who already doesn't know what's going on!! ]
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—oh he looks like he's about to Get Scared again... ]
Kill?
[ He immediately tries to duck down a bit, as though making himself more compact could stop him from being killed... But on the plus side, at least this makes him 100% receptive to what this guy's saying about needing guidance. ]
What should I do?? How should I be?
[ He'll do anything he's told to do.... ]
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[ Fabian asks it so casually - like he thinks this is a normal skill most people have, to some extent. Kind of like asking someone if they can bend their knees, or something along those lines.
He's glancing at Peter as he's saying it. And something about that seems to be giving Fabian a realization, since it doesn't take too long before he's already answering that question himself. ]
.. probably not, right. [ Especially with Peter's whole 'spacing out' act, followed up by his 'scared bunny' act.. ] In that case, you should want to stick together with someone who does know how to fight-- like me! Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Maximum Legend!
[ He's being so loud. Multiple people in line are probably looking at them at this point, but Fabian either doesn't seem to mind or care. He's too busy loudly pronouncing all of this, still holding Peter in place next to him. ]
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But— oh, okay, this guy's making some Proclamations right now. Peter blinks widely at Fabian Aramais Seacaster, Maximum Legend, looking almost as terrified of him now as he has been of anything else (and flooded with anxiety due to the fact everyone nearby is now staring at them. Please... he just wants to go to bed.)
Yet at the same time... he does sound impressive... That title's like something out of WWE. "Maximum Legend?" Maybe he's won all kinds of fighting tournaments or something.... ]
Wh-what kind of fighting do you do?
[ Is it with a weapon or maybe he just beats people up.... ]
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Said answer being him patting something at his side - the side opposite of where Peter is standing, so obviously he wouldn't have been able to see what Fabian has there very well. The young man turns himself so Peter can see what he's trying to show him a little better: the sword that's hanging off Fabian's belt. ]
I fight using this, of course! The sword of the elven kings! [ A very normal thing to say. Yet Fabian doesn't seem embarrassed in the slightest as he proclaims something that usually only would be said by nerds in Peter's world. ] You see, I am a fighter and a bard. [ And he looks so damn proud of it. Fabian looks like he's about one step of dramatics away from outright sparkling. ]
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Elven king? Is that what this dude is?? Okay yeah, Peter doesn't do Dungeons and Dragons or any of that, but this definitely sounds like something out of there.
Or— oh, he's a fighter and a... a what now? ]
Uhhhh— [ He's looking very nervous again as he eyes that Gleam in the other boy's gaze, shoulders hunched up as though in attempt to make his tall, lanky form a lot shorter, hide himself away. He's kind of afraid to risk offending him with questions, because Fabian does seem very proud.... ]
Sorry, but what's a... bard?
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Is it weird that other worlds don't have the classes that they have in his own? Sure, but-- you know, you get used to stuff like this. ]
You wouldn't be the first to not know. Don't worry. [ It's almost as if he can sense Peter's nerves.. or it's just really easy to tell from the other's body language, Fabian giving the other a bright smile. ] And at least you aren't assuming it makes me a clown, unlike some people.
[ That gets a roll of his eyes. But only a brief one before he's already moving on. ]
A bard means using some form of art to aid yourself and others in battle. Most use music, but there are other kinds of bards. I would be among the latter. You see-- I dance! [ Fabian somehow truly makes that sound like a Proclamation, despite how.. generally normal it is to say you dance.. ]
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All this to say: he's not in a position to judge anybody for Unhinged Behaviours. Not when he comes from his fucking family!
And actually— using art sounds pretty dope?? Though he's confused how that really works and he blinks widely at the other boy, continually surprised by the things he's bringing to the table. ]
How does dancing help? [ He doesn't sound sarcastic or challenging, just genuinely curious. Is the other boy going to dance at someone and hit them in the face or something... Or maybe he puts some kind of confusing spell on them?? This guy's definitely very mystifying so Peter can see such a thing happening, okay. ]
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Allow me to show you.
[ .. that might be a rather ominous statement, considering the things that are going on in Peter's mind right now. But-- Look, it's not like Fabian knows that Peter's thoughts are like a constant persistent doomscroll, okay. When Fabian thinks of bards, he thinks of the cool things they can do first, not the scary stuff!
There's no time to stop Fabian anyway. The second he says it, he's already stepping back - stepping out of line just a little bit, because there is absolutely no room to dance in there. And even though there's no music, he manages to break out in a little bit of freestyle here anyway.
Good freestyle. Some other people watch, apparently also interested enough in it now Fabian is displaying some actual skill, rather than just talking about it.
It lasts a few moments, but then Fabian looks directly at Peter, and he winks.
Peter may suddenly feel a boost of confidence. Nothing that would change his entire personality, but-- you know, it's kind of like the very temporary boost you get when you look in the mirror and realize you're actually looking pretty good - or at least decent - today. Enjoy the bardic inspiration, Peter. ]
So? How's that?