Personification Life IC IX - [Semi Open]

[The BranRiech]

"Maybe that's where Tilt gets all his penguins in the first place, hmm?" Brandon shrugged. He caught PXM's reference, and chuckled. It'd been a while since he watched that show, and forgot quite a bit about most of the characters, but the general idea was still there. The boy turned to Fvaar, and smiled. "No problem, although I suppose I can't get anything done in that RP right now."

After saying this, he jokingly shot a creeped-out glance at Tilt, wondering just where he did get all his penguins . . .

[Fvaarniimar]

"Maybe that's where Tilt gets all his penguins in the first place, hmm?" Brandon shrugged. He caught PXM's reference, and chuckled. It'd been a while since he watched that show, and forgot quite a bit about most of the characters, but the general idea was still there. The boy turned to Fvaar, and smiled. "No problem, although I suppose I can't get anything done in that RP right now."

After saying this, he jokingly shot a creeped-out glance at Tilt, wondering just where he did get all his penguins . . .

Fvaar's eyes widened. Granted, the penguins had always seemed to be an abstract concept, no more real than gifts of Fvaarniimarn civet cats would be, but...

"Wait, what if Tilt's penguins, Mon's wolf cubs, stuff like that given in the OOC are real pets- animals anyways- that we can actually claim in this world?" The girl continued to braid her dull, greasy hair. Granted, it probably would do little good- she was not very skilled- but a messy braid or pair of pigtails would be less gross than a greasy, tangled, "rat's nest."

[Monfrox]

Brit yawned once again as he rested his head on the table. The young man was finding himself experiencing fatigue. He knew the feeling well, as it was a common occurrence at National Emergency Services Academy. They didn't call it 'National Embrace the Suck Academy' for nothing. The entire Ground Team Search and Rescue school had devolved into various fatigue states over the course of the two weeks. He, himself, had been severely afflicted. He spent three nights out in the field in nothing but a tarp tied to a tree with a piece of paracord. He remembered not getting any sleep the first night and having to get up every 45 minutes to take a leak in the same damn bush he just went to last time. The second night he got a few hours, but the third night was the worst. He had woken up in the middle of his sleep cycle and his mind couldn't tell him if he had stayed up all night or slept through it. He was stronger because of it, though, and he recognized what was going on now.

[Fraire]

An unknown male woke up. He leaned back in an odd manner, following the bending was a loud cracking noise. 'Ohhhh....my back." This man was not at all in pain. This was his daily routine. He looked at his wall. He swore under his breath. "Where are my notes?!?! NOOO!! My novel!!", he yelled. His eyes suddenly went wide. "This place looks.....no way....this is impossible. I always imagined something like this would happen, but I never thought that it really would. I suddenly regret using this apartment. Perhaps tomorrow I'll wake up in another RP or something." He put his hand to his head and got up. "But first! I need to get dressed." He was standing in his boxers. "Wait, I don't have clothes. Well, this place can't be different." Clothes bothered the man very much (Let's just call him Fraire). Fraire peeked out his door and stepped out. "This day is going to kill me. Hey wait a minute. I'm still me. Oh, god. I'm definitely going to die."

[Primordial Luxa]

"Didn't Mon have a self-insert character at one point? Also... I have some contingency plans for really weird eventualities, one being meeting myself from another time, universe, etc. Is it possible that we actually might exist as people here, as in having counterparts? Or maybe all of the NPCs are to some extent counterparts, as they're stock characters and an easy way to flesh those out a bit is to add qualities of the writers?" Fvaar took a sip of the juice which had arrived. Presumably she wasn't quite as tuned to the 'verse, as she'd had to wait for it to be brought. Speaking of which... "Also... Maybe we, or you anyway, can influence this place without NS. What you said about the drinks... You're tuned to this place. Even I might have a tiny connection with it. Maybe the connections can be used, especially if everyone somehow combines forces?" Fvaar began to tie yet another slipknot in her messy hair.

"Mon's User was forbidden. Same with Lidev, and all of Tsu's characters. Another thing I just thought of... Prim, that device is wrecked. It's gone nutty or something. How do you know it won't kill you? That's part of the reason why I'm not chancing Swith's lair."

"Its not entirely wrecked. Its just insane." he said "If this place works the way we imagined it then I could at least try to get it running."

[ApertureScienceInc]

"Mon's User was forbidden. Same with Lidev, and all of Tsu's characters. Another thing I just thought of... Prim, that device is wrecked. It's gone nutty or something. How do you know it won't kill you? That's part of the reason why I'm not chancing Swith's lair."

"Its not entirely wrecked. Its just insane." he said "If this place works the way we imagined it then I could at least try to get it running."

"On a scale of orange to blue, what are the chances that you could successfully operate it without any if us dying?" PXM inquired with polite professionalism, even though his humor bled through. The only thing he could recall about Prim's tech, besides being more organic and more exotic than he could care to comprehend, was that he had nanites and a TARDIS-like thingamabob. Both concerned him, it was one thing to be trapped in another universe, it was another thing to be stuck hopping between them in a ship with an insane autopilot. Like Sliders had a child with 2001: A Space Odessey, something PXM would like to write, but had no interest in being an actual character in. People always died in those kind of stories. He sort of wished cartoon physics would apply. Then his brain slipped back into music.

[Primordial Luxa]

"Its not entirely wrecked. Its just insane." he said "If this place works the way we imagined it then I could at least try to get it running."

"On a scale of orange to blue, what are the chances that you could successfully operate it without any if us dying?" PXM inquired with polite professionalism, even though his humor bled through. The only thing he could recall about Prim's tech, besides being more organic and more exotic than he could care to comprehend, was that he had nanites and a TARDIS-like thingamabob. Both concerned him, it was one thing to be trapped in another universe, it was another thing to be stuck hopping between them in a ship with an insane autopilot. Like Sliders had a child with 2001: A Space Odessey, something PXM would like to write, but had no interest in being an actual character in. People always died in those kind of stories. He sort of wished cartoon physics would apply. Then his brain slipped back into music.

"I have no idea until I try. If it works the way I wrote it then It might take some time and be very dangerous but I might be able to use it." Prim was incredibly confident about it partially through apathy about not caring if it worked or not and partially because he really hoped it would. Even if it didnt work his sense of adventure was far outweighing his fears and the idea of trying to drive a product of his own imagination appealed greatly to him even if it did lead to a fate worse than death.

[Hydronium]

A chubby, young teen, about the age of 14, stumbled out of bed and threw on whatever clothes happened to be hanging on the closet door door handle. He then barreled out the door, looking for his cell phone so that he could text his girlfriend "good morning." That's when he realised that he wasn't in his room. The walls were painted grey, and a small black and white kitten slept down at the other end of the room He darted around, trying to find something familiar. He then realised that he wasn't even wearing his own clothes. The shirt was bright red and was two times his size, along with having a hammer and sickle on it. The jeans were worn, like something from a Goodwill.

He then looked into the closet, and pulled out a smaller shirt that seemed to be able to fit him better. He then realised that he had seen the kitten somewhere, but he wasn't sure. Either way, he didn't know where he was, or what was happening. All he knew is that he was lost, and that no one would be able to help him. He peeked out the door, the sickly yellow corridor with burgundy carpet lead to another hall, which was all burgundy. It all seemed eerily farmiliar, but he didn't want to make assumptions with a situation like this.

He ran around the building, slowly realising that he wasn't where he should be. He ran down the burgundy hall, and into the lobby. The place was devoid, besides a small piece of paper that lie on the front desk. There were a list of names, including what was his own. The place where his name would be was smeared, to say Ron--- Mif----. He took that up as an alias, he didn't want the others- if there were any- to know any more than that. The neon orange slip told him to go to a place called Chaos, with directions. Desperate, he followed the directions. The temperature outside was about 80, but Georgia often got much hotter, so he didn't care. The sun made it seem like it was 12 or so, still early in the day. A few birds sang in the trees, and a mild breeze flew through the outdoors. He then got onto a sidewalk that seemed to be about where the directions lead him

He then arrived at a large restaurant. The decaying concrete and vintage bowling sign made it seem as if it was a hipster paradise, or at least that's what he through. The doors were dark blue, which stood out from the white of the rest of it. Worn carpet lie inside, with odd patterns. He then saw his first sign of human life: a group of people ate food at a similarly aged table. He eavesdropped for a moment, their personalities seemed even more familiar.

"What the hell is happening?!" He asked the group of people assembled, distraught. He then destroyed his worry and put up front the same personality that he used at school.

[Fraire]

"If I'm human, though. then other people must be too. Then I'll really know them. Maybe if this ever ends, I can work on that Sand-Crawler thing. Also, I should stop talking to myself." He ran down to the lobby. "I wonder how my engineering business is doing", Fraire said, jokingly. He sat down in that chair he always sat down in as Tsanis. He rubbed his hands together, waiting to see who he would meet. This is going to be fun, he thought to himself. Wait a minute. What if there is a bigger Fraire just like me, controlling everything I do? But that's crazy. I can do whatever I want. I'm controlling these....well, semi-controlling....my thoughts. I can even control my actions. Watch! He moved around and shook a lot, trying to prove a point. He awaited anyone else that would come.







(If anyone is already in the lobby, tell me)

[Swith Witherward]

Trice covered her yawn with a pale hand and then nodded to the server who had placed her meal in front of her. Plates were set down for the others as well, each being exactly what they ordered or, in the case of those who hadn't yet ordered, the meal was exactly what they might have ordered if given the opportunity. Trice reached across the table and grabbed all of Ren's plastic wrapped Saltines, stuffing them into her small bag and then helping herself to all the sugar packets from the little packet container in front of her. Into the little bag also went her dinner roll, carefully wrapped up in her cloth napkin. She cast a look towards Ren that said, "Don't worry, I'm thinking ahead", and then tucked in to her meal.

"Maybe, after we eat, we should all get some sleep? We might wake up in our own beds, but we also might understand more in full daylight." She was speaking to the group rather than any one person near her.

[Fraire]

Fraire got up and noticed something on the front desk. "...the heck is this?" He noticed it said to go to some place called the Chaos Bar or something. He saw a map to it and walked outside of the building. "This is going to take me forever", he said with a frown. "Maybe there'll be a big plot twist or something." He jogged as fast as he could, which wasn't very fast, t the restaurant. After finally getting there, he walked inside. "Now I wonder if there's a table I should be going-oh, there's some random other people. Must be right there." He walked over to the people at the table and asked, "Am I at the right table?"

[Swith Witherward]

Do you belong to a RP called Personification Life?" Trice set her fork down and questioned in return. "If so, you've found the right group."

She smiled at both of the new arrivals, gesturing to empty seats at the table. "I'm Trice". She pronounced it TREE-chey. "I'll let the others introduce themselves. Who are you both?"





OOC for all and the newest participants: It's still night time, the temp outside is still in line with winter... probably 40*F or so, and no one has access to electronic devices, NS, their character's powers and abilities etc. Please read back through my last few posts to get an understanding of the setting. TY.

[New Aksarben]

Trice covered her yawn with a pale hand and then nodded to the server who had placed her meal in front of her. Plates were set down for the others as well, each being exactly what they ordered or, in the case of those who hadn't yet ordered, the meal was exactly what they might have ordered if given the opportunity. Trice reached across the table and grabbed all of Ren's plastic wrapped Saltines, stuffing them into her small bag and then helping herself to all the sugar packets from the little packet container in front of her. Into the little bag also went her dinner roll, carefully wrapped up in her cloth napkin. She cast a look towards Ren that said, "Don't worry, I'm thinking ahead", and then tucked in to her meal.

"Maybe, after we eat, we should all get some sleep? We might wake up in our own beds, but we also might understand more in full daylight." She was speaking to the group rather than any one person near her.

"That..... Might actually work. If nothing else it will prove to me that this isn't really a dream, albeit a very..... strange one if it is." Jacob said from his seat, having been sitting there quietly sipping root beer for the last.... however long it had been. He yawned lightly himself and frowned slightly as if he was thinking of something he disliked. Anyone who knew him well enough would probably be able to guess a few things he was probably worried about right now.

"Glad I made my character Jacob the same height as me.... but then again his clothes probably wouldn't fit me very well either... so maybe I shuold go find Sigtryggs room if I need new clothes?" He mumbled to himself, more thinking aloud than anything else. Everything was just so strange here right now.... THey were in a universe that could connect to one that he had created and thought up, and if anything they had stated in the IC were true..... "....Wait, Trice? Since it seems like our own characters disappeared from this world, would that include NPCs we controlled semi-regularly like the ones over at the ACF? Or would only those in the building have been affected?"

[Fvaarniimar]

Trice covered her yawn with a pale hand and then nodded to the server who had placed her meal in front of her. Plates were set down for the others as well, each being exactly what they ordered or, in the case of those who hadn't yet ordered, the meal was exactly what they might have ordered if given the opportunity. Trice reached across the table and grabbed all of Ren's plastic wrapped Saltines, stuffing them into her small bag and then helping herself to all the sugar packets from the little packet container in front of her. Into the little bag also went her dinner roll, carefully wrapped up in her cloth napkin. She cast a look towards Ren that said, "Don't worry, I'm thinking ahead", and then tucked in to her meal.

"Maybe, after we eat, we should all get some sleep? We might wake up in our own beds, but we also might understand more in full daylight." She was speaking to the group rather than any one person near her.

Fvaar nodded. Sleep could help clarify things.

"Um, I'd like to make an offer. There's a lot of dangerous, well, shit in the Building, especially in characters' apartments. Nick's room has a mattresslike... Bench or couch or bed type thing, I guess. It's 49 square feet, and you're more than welcome to crash there with me. The most unusual thing in there is the statue Tsanis made... Speaking of which, where's Fraire?" She glanced around- maybe she'd overlooked him or something? "Anyway, you're welcome to come hang out-" ugh, I could have phrased that better. The girl made a face- "But you'll need to bring your own blankets. Nick had one, and I'm using it as a skirt." Having abandoned her braid as she lacked any sort of ponytail holder, Fvaar returned to knotting her hair. She kind of felt like doodling- her surroundings were quite inspiring, after all- but she lacked a pen. Noting the arrival of a naked man, she chuckled awkwardly. Fortunately, exposure to art and Sex and the City had, for the most part, eliminated her prudish tendencies, or things would have become really embarrassing.

[Hydronium]

Do you belong to a RP called Personification Life?" Trice set her fork down and questioned in return. "If so, you've found the right group."

She smiled at both of the new arrivals, gesturing to empty seats at the table. "I'm Trice". She pronounced it TREE-chey. "I'll let the others introduce themselves. Who are you both?"





OOC for all and the newest participants: It's still night time, the temp outside is still in line with winter... probably 40*F or so, and no one has access to electronic devices, NS, their character's powers and abilities etc. Please read back through my last few posts to get an understanding of the setting. TY.

OOC: Ah. In that case, just ignore that part of my post.

Ron/I immediately had the realisation. He had occasionally posted on the RP, not aware that the RP had such pull in reality. He thought for a moment, realizing that the kitten he saw must have been Charles. He then lied on the wall adjacent to the table.

"Well, this is odd." He said, half sarcastically. "So, what are all of you doing, or talking about?"

(OOC: I stagger IRL, so occasionally imagine me getting stuck on words)

[Fraire]

Do you belong to a RP called Personification Life?" Trice set her fork down and questioned in return. "If so, you've found the right group."

She smiled at both of the new arrivals, gesturing to empty seats at the table. "I'm Trice". She pronounced it TREE-chey. "I'll let the others introduce themselves. Who are you both?"





OOC for all and the newest participants: It's still night time, the temp outside is still in line with winter... probably 40*F or so, and no one has access to electronic devices, NS, their character's powers and abilities etc. Please read back through my last few posts to get an understanding of the setting. TY.

"Hi Trice." He pronounced it correctly. "Yes, I RP as Tsanis in Personification Life. I'm Fraire." He took a seat and scratched his back. Fraire then started cracking his fingers. First by pushing his hand against his fist, then by pushing his fingers together and out. After that, he started cracking each one by pulling on it. Suddenly, he looked down and remembered he was still in his boxers. Oh yeah, I forgot clothes this morning. This is like one of those dreams where I go some random place and I'm in my underwear.

[Swith Witherward]

"That..... Might actually work. If nothing else it will prove to me that this isn't really a dream, albeit a very..... strange one if it is." Jacob said from his seat, having been sitting there quietly sipping root beer for the last.... however long it had been. He yawned lightly himself and frowned slightly as if he was thinking of something he disliked. Anyone who knew him well enough would probably be able to guess a few things he was probably worried about right now.

"Glad I made my character Jacob the same height as me.... but then again his clothes probably wouldn't fit me very well either... so maybe I shuold go find Sigtryggs room if I need new clothes?" He mumbled to himself, more thinking aloud than anything else. Everything was just so strange here right now.... THey were in a universe that could connect to one that he had created and thought up, and if anything they had stated in the IC were true..... "....Wait, Trice? Since it seems like our own characters disappeared from this world, would that include NPCs we controlled semi-regularly like the ones over at the ACF? Or would only those in the building have been affected?"

"You'll need to raid your character's apartment for something to wear," Trice advised Fraire.

"My best guess," she replied to Jacob after taking the last bite of her salad, "Is that they're either gone or outside of our control. For example, my cultists are non-towny NPCs and they're all gone. The serving staff here are also my NPCs and are active. I mean, we can always put it to the test to see how much control, if any, we have over NPC-governed things?"

She rose, picked up her empty plate and swung it downward to strike James' head. Plate and woman vanished moments before any physical contact was made. From outside came a loud noise reminiscent of a dumpster lid slamming closed.

[Fraire]

"That..... Might actually work. If nothing else it will prove to me that this isn't really a dream, albeit a very..... strange one if it is." Jacob said from his seat, having been sitting there quietly sipping root beer for the last.... however long it had been. He yawned lightly himself and frowned slightly as if he was thinking of something he disliked. Anyone who knew him well enough would probably be able to guess a few things he was probably worried about right now.

"Glad I made my character Jacob the same height as me.... but then again his clothes probably wouldn't fit me very well either... so maybe I shuold go find Sigtryggs room if I need new clothes?" He mumbled to himself, more thinking aloud than anything else. Everything was just so strange here right now.... THey were in a universe that could connect to one that he had created and thought up, and if anything they had stated in the IC were true..... "....Wait, Trice? Since it seems like our own characters disappeared from this world, would that include NPCs we controlled semi-regularly like the ones over at the ACF? Or would only those in the building have been affected?"

"You'll need to raid your character's apartment for something to wear," Trice advised Fraire.

"My best guess," she replied to Jacob after taking the last bite of her salad, "Is that they're either gone or outside of our control. For example, my cultists are non-towny NPCs and they're all gone. The serving staff here are also my NPCs and are active. I mean, we can always put it to the test to see how much control, if any, we have over NPC-governed things?"

She rose, picked up her empty plate and swung it downward to strike James' head. Plate and woman vanished moments before any physical contact was made. From outside came a loud noise reminiscent of a dumpster lid slamming closed.

"If you're controlling stuff....then you're Tiltjuice, right? Also, yeah, I better get clothing. He reached into his pocket, or at least tried, but there was nothing there, so he didn't. Fraire picked at his eye for a moment and thought to himself about how he would look with an overcoat on. Or is it called a topcoat? "I can almost say that this is better than on the computer. I actually imagined the other day something like this, except we were our characters. I use Tsanis a lot. Usually, I give him the same name and power, but change the bio slightly. For this RP, I...hey, am I boring you? I tend to talk a lot." He looked around for a second. "I need a pen", he said. "or a pencil if you have paper, too", he added.

[Cerillium]

Ren's thumb guided his empty plate away. The man, unphased by Trice's sudden disappearance, tossed his cloth napkin onto the table and stood up. "We should return. Spend time to look at our character's apartment. Not for tools. For clues. For things amiss. Meet up again in morning. In lobby or communal dining room."

He shrugged large shoulders. "Going to rescue girl from dumpster. Restaurant didn't discriminate. Treated her like it does anyone who tries violence in here."

An involuntary smile lifted the corners of his mouth. Chances were very good that Autrice was now covered in potato peelings and too small to lift herself from the garbage container. Did she really think she had any control over her fate here? Did any of them?

The Asian pushed his chair in, offered a polite nod and walked out the front door.

[Monfrox]

"Well then...one that note, I think I'll be staying in Cinnamon's room. Hopefully I'll wake up and this will all be a dream." Brit said as he recovered from scarfing down his meal and drink. It was another side-effect of being somewhat conditioned by Encampment to eat without talking. At the week long stint up in Alpena, the cadre always made it known that the chow hall was not a place to talk and hang out. You got your food. You sat down. You ate. You left. Rinse and repeat. Your mouth always had to be full of something, as you had ten minutes to eat. Having decided that now was a good time to get within reach of a bed before he passed out. "Hell, I really hope this is a dream. And if not...well...heh, we can only hope that we find a way out somehow. Night, everyone." He said as he walked out and made for the pilot's room.

[Tiltjuice]

"If you're controlling stuff....then you're Tiltjuice, right? Also, yeah, I better get clothing. He reached into his pocket, or at least tried, but there was nothing there, so he didn't. Fraire picked at his eye for a moment and thought to himself about how he would look with an overcoat on. Or is it called a topcoat? "I can almost say that this is better than on the computer. I actually imagined the other day something like this, except we were our characters. I use Tsanis a lot. Usually, I give him the same name and power, but change the bio slightly. For this RP, I...hey, am I boring you? I tend to talk a lot." He looked around for a second. "I need a pen", he said. "or a pencil if you have paper, too", he added.

"TtJ is everywhere, except in the dumpster outside." The voice came off to the right. "Also, she and Cer are the boss, so really, they control stuff. Now if you'll excuse me, the party looks like it's breaking up. You'll find a cup full of those golf pencils and some paper off at the darts station; Luce uses it to keep score. He's a little bit vain when it comes to his skill."

Tilt pushed his seat back, stood up to pull it back in place (he was OCD like that), and strolled out after Cer, Carib still in hand.

[Hydronium]

"Hey, you guys can stay with me in Zeph's apartment. From what I have RP'd, the only life-threateningly dangerous thing in the entire room can't turn on without Zeph's decision and his Trident is in the closet, and by trident I actually mean the ancient tool. Unless if Kittens turn out to be actually Satan," Ron/I said, while thinking. *This... this may not end in the tragic deaths of all of us.* He thought. He then walked back over to the group, awaiting a response.

[ApertureScienceInc]

"That..... Might actually work. If nothing else it will prove to me that this isn't really a dream, albeit a very..... strange one if it is." Jacob said from his seat, having been sitting there quietly sipping root beer for the last.... however long it had been. He yawned lightly himself and frowned slightly as if he was thinking of something he disliked. Anyone who knew him well enough would probably be able to guess a few things he was probably worried about right now.

"Glad I made my character Jacob the same height as me.... but then again his clothes probably wouldn't fit me very well either... so maybe I shuold go find Sigtryggs room if I need new clothes?" He mumbled to himself, more thinking aloud than anything else. Everything was just so strange here right now.... THey were in a universe that could connect to one that he had created and thought up, and if anything they had stated in the IC were true..... "....Wait, Trice? Since it seems like our own characters disappeared from this world, would that include NPCs we controlled semi-regularly like the ones over at the ACF? Or would only those in the building have been affected?"

"You'll need to raid your character's apartment for something to wear," Trice advised Fraire.

"My best guess," she replied to Jacob after taking the last bite of her salad, "Is that they're either gone or outside of our control. For example, my cultists are non-towny NPCs and they're all gone. The serving staff here are also my NPCs and are active. I mean, we can always put it to the test to see how much control, if any, we have over NPC-governed things?"

She rose, picked up her empty plate and swung it downward to strike James' head. Plate and woman vanished moments before any physical contact was made. From outside came a loud noise reminiscent of a dumpster lid slamming closed.

PXM got up in a panic, concerned for Trice's safety. His mind did not make the connection to the dumpster noise. What would the Doctor do? Throwing on the lab coat, he rushed over to where she stood. He did not know what he was looking for, but he tried to find something out of place. Cautiously, he waved a spoon where she had been, looking for cracks in the time-space fabric.

Once he heard Ren's explanation, PXM calmed down a bit and returned to eat. "I noticed the lack of tools, all of Stephen's goodies are gone except the containers of mobility gel and the broken turret, both hazardous to my health. Otherwise, it looks just like the Sherlock flat."he said between bites. If his NPCs were gone, borrowing Fortu's car would either be easier or improbable.

"Goodnight Mon." PXM bid, unable to recall his real name. Did Mon say it to him? His memory was terribly unreliable. "I think I'll stay in my character's room, I'm not comfortable with the vulnerabilities of a sleep over." He replied to the newcomer

[The Carlisle]

Remmy was shocked when Trice suddenly disappeared, jumping a bit in her seat. Everyone had mixed reactions. "where did she go? Did she... teleport?" Remmy shoved another crepe into her gullet. She chewed and swallowed to talk. "I'll be staying in Kale's room. Its not dangerous at all. Maybe some of you could crash at it if your character's room is too dangerous," she said. She took a sip of her tea and sighed.

[Swith Witherward]

A very disoriented Trice wobbled about plastic bags and empty bottles. She did indeed have potato peelings adorning her shoulders as well as bits of cut veg and some coffee grinds. Trembling fingers gripped the grimy edge of the dumpster but she had always prided herself on being a runner... she had little upper body strength.

I just had to go and prove it to myself. I just had to test the boundaries, she groused internally and tried kick the debris into a small pile to stand on. And I willed myself to end up at the front door. I just knew I'd end up there. I'd walk back in and say See? to prove a point about... well, nothing, because I went exactly where all the damn noobs go when they try to start trouble in that restaurant. I'm glad I wasn't sucked into some fucked up vacuum of space.

She shuddered at the thought. Anyone breaking into the Chaos Quarters would suffer that fate. She had specifically told Ren to leave the cultist leader's front door unlocked on the off chance they couldn't find a spare key (they hadn't found one). She knew all the codes for the Security System, but she lacked the DNA for recognition. She'd built the thing to withstand Dani, and in doing so, she made it impossible for anyone besides her own characters to access it safely. The prehistoric creatures in Ogoti's back garden probably wouldn't refrain from attacking her.

Things didn't line up, though. How could there be no cultists yet the city was running like usual? Those bastards were inserted into every facet. Their energy was woven into so many things because she, the worldbuilder, had needed their bones to rationalize how some of the strange city properties worked.

She lost her grip on the edge and fell backwards onto the hard dumpster floor, scattering stray glass bottles and banging her head against a bag containing empty cans.