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bluediligence) wrote2023-08-19 11:31 pm
bluediligence) wrote2023-08-19 11:31 pm
Snek - Chocoro Session 2
You.
The world.
– fracturing fragmenting unravelling –
and everything is blue
✦
You.
The world.
– fracturing fragmenting unravelling –
and everything is blue
✦
❀ Superhuman abilities (whether magical or physical) are OFF by default. Specialised skills, such as combat and mundane athleticism, are ON by default.
❀ All memories are – unless otherwise noted – exceptionally vivid. It might take a hot second for characters to realise that it didn't just happen; that it wasn't their own.
❀ All items are missing.
❀ There's a dedicated top-level for cellphone usage.
❀ All memories are – unless otherwise noted – exceptionally vivid. It might take a hot second for characters to realise that it didn't just happen; that it wasn't their own.
❀ All items are missing.
❀ There's a dedicated top-level for cellphone usage.
❀ Comment here with your character's name in the subject line.
❀ Every phone has: a camera; a basic notes app; calls; video calls; text messages.
❀ Every phone has: a camera; a basic notes app; calls; video calls; text messages.
All you hear is discordant static and the high-pitch shriek of coil whine. You feel nothing. You feel everything. You hurt. You hurt, hurt, hurt, and -
Everything is — a̷̤̠̰͑̍̑ṉ̴̢̔ḏ̵̰̮̔͘ ê̸̼v̷͈̿e̵̪̒r̵͋ͅý̵̰ṭ̶͝h̵̲̏i̴̘͒n̷̥̿g̸̬̅ i̷͙͌s̶̔͜ blue everything is – everything – ev—ever— y t hin g is
dark
… Until, at last, you realise – remember? – that your eyes – you have eyes? – are closed. Opening them feels a gargantuan task, almost insurmountable, but you can do it, you can do it, please, you have to try.
The pain and tinnitus fade away.
You open your eyes.
Everything is — a̷̤̠̰͑̍̑ṉ̴̢̔ḏ̵̰̮̔͘ ê̸̼v̷͈̿e̵̪̒r̵͋ͅý̵̰ṭ̶͝h̵̲̏i̴̘͒n̷̥̿g̸̬̅ i̷͙͌s̶̔͜ blue everything is – everything – ev—ever— y t hin g is
… Until, at last, you realise – remember? – that your eyes – you have eyes? – are closed. Opening them feels a gargantuan task, almost insurmountable, but you can do it, you can do it, please, you have to try.
p̴l̵e̴a̴s̶e̶
The pain and tinnitus fade away.
You open your eyes.
You find yourself in a darkened living room. There's a comfy couch with a single blanket folded over one arm and a circular coffee table in the center of the room. To the west, there's a computer desk with a large screen, drawers and shelving; there are two large, framed paintings on the wall, one on each side of the desk.
Curtains are drawn across the entirety of the eastern wall, and the fireplace to the south is cold. The only real warmth comes from a dim, flickering candle lantern on the paper-strewn coffee table. On the mantel above the hearth is a glass vase of cut flowers.
A large rug covers most of the floor. Around the edges of the room though, where the wood is revealed, you can see … cracks, many as fine as spider silk, some as wide as a pencil, glowing an icy electric blue.
There are no doors.
Curtains are drawn across the entirety of the eastern wall, and the fireplace to the south is cold. The only real warmth comes from a dim, flickering candle lantern on the paper-strewn coffee table. On the mantel above the hearth is a glass vase of cut flowers.
A large rug covers most of the floor. Around the edges of the room though, where the wood is revealed, you can see … cracks, many as fine as spider silk, some as wide as a pencil, glowing an icy electric blue.
There are no doors.
Hm.
[No boon. No Focus. She pauses, mutters something to herself, and gestures. No light. She frowns. A game? No, this had a different feel to it. A heart, perhaps? It had the feel of such.
With that in mind, she's going to focus and start trying to push and focus her will into making a light. It's worked in others. But those others felt different.]
[No boon. No Focus. She pauses, mutters something to herself, and gestures. No light. She frowns. A game? No, this had a different feel to it. A heart, perhaps? It had the feel of such.
With that in mind, she's going to focus and start trying to push and focus her will into making a light. It's worked in others. But those others felt different.]
The glass vase looks like it's been shattered time and time and time again. Not just cracked, or chipped, or broken, no – shattered. It's just about holding together … somehow … despite still missing many, many pieces. Impossible pieces. This vase should not be. It should not be a vase. And yet, somehow …? It is? Threads of colour – you can never quite tell what colour it or they might be – wind through and around it like kintsugi.
Inside is a motley arrangement of flowers: white rose, sunflower, daffodil, snowdrop, plum blossom, and kalmia.
Inside is a motley arrangement of flowers: white rose, sunflower, daffodil, snowdrop, plum blossom, and kalmia.
[Hm. Well, if the glowing blue lines weren't an indication that this wasn't normal... The vase was.]
Let's see. Death? Or purity. Impossible to tell whether that's a dwarf or a normal... So either an adoration, or pride in false things. Chivalrous feelings. Or self-centeredness. Hope and consolation. Kept promises... Or independence, depending on the type of plum tree this came from. Could be protection against evil. Immortality? Perseverance.
What an eclectic collection.
[She's going to reach up, try to pluck a petal from the sunflower.]
Let's see. Death? Or purity. Impossible to tell whether that's a dwarf or a normal... So either an adoration, or pride in false things. Chivalrous feelings. Or self-centeredness. Hope and consolation. Kept promises... Or independence, depending on the type of plum tree this came from. Could be protection against evil. Immortality? Perseverance.
What an eclectic collection.
[She's going to reach up, try to pluck a petal from the sunflower.]
A petal is plucked, and Tryse has a fleeting sense-sensation-feeling of —
g̴̬̻̒̃r̶͇̀͗ę̵͍̈́́ẻ̵̝͔̕n̴̙͔͆̑
Almost like a brief burst of flavor.
sunshine vibrancy truth unknown
?
Almost like a brief burst of flavor.
?
[...Whhhhat the heck just happened... the blue has her thinking this may be some Otherside bullshit, but so far none of that has followed her to cultland, so...?
After a moment of orienting herself, she stands up to check the desk. Is the screen on or otherwise interactable?]
After a moment of orienting herself, she stands up to check the desk. Is the screen on or otherwise interactable?]
[Confused??? Concerned??? She isn't sure what to make of anything here. But she decides to look at the papers on the coffee table yo see if there are any clues as to what's going on.]
The cracks are scar-like, spiralling out of … or is it in to? a central point. It'd be hard to tell even if the rug wasn't covering most of the floor.
Looking at them for too long is deeply, viscerally uncomfortable; almost painful. They feel wrong. They make you feel w̶r̶ ̷o̷ ̸n̶ ̶ ̶g̷.
Do you slide the petal in?
Looking at them for too long is deeply, viscerally uncomfortable; almost painful. They feel wrong. They make you feel w̶r̶ ̷o̷ ̸n̶ ̶ ̶g̷.
Do you slide the petal in?
The desk comes complete with a comfy, ergonomic gaming chair, which is already occupied by an adorable charcoal grey cat plushie. It's super soft, perfectly sized for hugging, and extremely squishable. Anyone who has had a sleepover with Korone may recognise it as Ringo, her favourite inanimate cuddle-buddy.
On the desk itself is a wireless keyboard and mouse; a desktop organiser with a variety of stationary … and a knife amongst the pens; a bowl of foil-wrapped chocolates, and a mug. The computer screen itself, mounted to the wall on an adjustable arm, is dark. You could probably turn it on with a tap!
On the shelves you can find scattered photographs, sketchbooks, fidget toys, and li'l tsumtsum-like plushies.
On the desk itself is a wireless keyboard and mouse; a desktop organiser with a variety of stationary … and a knife amongst the pens; a bowl of foil-wrapped chocolates, and a mug. The computer screen itself, mounted to the wall on an adjustable arm, is dark. You could probably turn it on with a tap!
On the shelves you can find scattered photographs, sketchbooks, fidget toys, and li'l tsumtsum-like plushies.
[She glances over her shoulder. Ah. Company's arrived. Back to focusing, though. Instead of just sliding the petal in, she's going to trace those 'scars'. Try to find their central point.
Feeling wrong? Pain? Discomfort? Tryse is a witch. She's walked the streets of the abyss. She's summoned a demon (and promptly sent it back for being a rude, useless little thing). She's made love to King Arthur, eaten a dragon's heart, and spoken to gods. Wrongness, discomfort, that's where she lives.]
This might tickle.
[It's a small little joke. More to herself.
But she's going to push the petal into the center. She'd push her finger in, if she were more certain it wouldn't disintegrate.]
Feeling wrong? Pain? Discomfort? Tryse is a witch. She's walked the streets of the abyss. She's summoned a demon (and promptly sent it back for being a rude, useless little thing). She's made love to King Arthur, eaten a dragon's heart, and spoken to gods. Wrongness, discomfort, that's where she lives.]
This might tickle.
[It's a small little joke. More to herself.
But she's going to push the petal into the center. She'd push her finger in, if she were more certain it wouldn't disintegrate.]
It's a cute coffee table!
A heart-shaped lantern is somehow, against all odds, delicately and precisely balanced on its point in the very center of the table. Inside the lantern is a candle, predominantly white, but flecked and threaded with … other colours, you think? The flame is weak and sputtering.
Also on the coffee table are scattered loose papers, post-it notes, and a small, spiral-bound notebook that may or may not be familiar. What do you want to look at first?
A heart-shaped lantern is somehow, against all odds, delicately and precisely balanced on its point in the very center of the table. Inside the lantern is a candle, predominantly white, but flecked and threaded with … other colours, you think? The flame is weak and sputtering.
Also on the coffee table are scattered loose papers, post-it notes, and a small, spiral-bound notebook that may or may not be familiar. What do you want to look at first?
[Going to try to take Ringo off the seat so she can sit down instead. Was Korone-chan secretly a streamer???
Also going to try to boot up the computer, although she'll pick the knife out of the desk organizer while she's at it. Anything special about it?]
Also going to try to boot up the computer, although she'll pick the knife out of the desk organizer while she's at it. Anything special about it?]
The petal slides in, and there's a lightning-strike flash of blue, blue, blue, electric static and so vivid that it overtakes your vision completely. It sounds like a scream, fragmented and discordant. Feels like a scream.
Your vision starts to come back -
Or does it? It does, it will, probably soon, but in the meantime:
The room glitches violently, and the lantern's candle sputters out completely.
Your vision starts to come back -
Or does it? It does, it will, probably soon, but in the meantime:
Good question. I was trying to establish where we were, experimenting with the cracks seemed the best bet for that.
[She sounds calm. Still waiting for the spots in her vision to fade, though.]
We're not in a game. We're not in someone's heart, at least not by the methods Robin's Egg can use. I'd thought this might be a prison for those the cult took with low souls, before you two showed up. I'm beginning to think we're definitely inside something. Not sure what, or how. More information's needed there.
A soul, maybe?
[She sounds calm. Still waiting for the spots in her vision to fade, though.]
We're not in a game. We're not in someone's heart, at least not by the methods Robin's Egg can use. I'd thought this might be a prison for those the cult took with low souls, before you two showed up. I'm beginning to think we're definitely inside something. Not sure what, or how. More information's needed there.
A soul, maybe?
As you pick up Ringo, you're flooded with feelings of comfort, uncertainty, and longing.
You want a hug.
The knife, though, is just a knife!
And just as you go to boot the computer, this happens. The screen glitches glitches
g̸̱̲̽́l̸̬̀i̸̾͑͜t̷̻͝ͅc̷̮̅h̷̅ͅE̷̲̯̓S̶͕͎͂ ̴̭̔̈́G̴̏͜L̸̡̩̇I̸̦̓T̶̻̪̄̆Ć̶̮̪͐H̵͈͘E̵̜̭͒̓S̴͕͘ ̴̢̲̿̒G̴̻̞̉͋L̵̩̫̚Í̴͖̦Ṭ̴̙͌C̶̡͛H̴̻̩̿È̵̛̥S̶͎͓͛
and with a burst of sound like a static, electronic shriek
... the screen turns dark.
You want a hug.
The knife, though, is just a knife!
And just as you go to boot the computer, this happens. The screen glitches glitches
g̸̱̲̽́l̸̬̀i̸̾͑͜t̷̻͝ͅc̷̮̅h̷̅ͅE̷̲̯̓S̶͕͎͂ ̴̭̔̈́G̴̏͜L̸̡̩̇I̸̦̓T̶̻̪̄̆Ć̶̮̪͐H̵͈͘E̵̜̭͒̓S̴͕͘ ̴̢̲̿̒G̴̻̞̉͋L̵̩̫̚Í̴͖̦Ṭ̴̙͌C̶̡͛H̴̻̩̿È̵̛̥S̶͎͓͛
and with a burst of sound like a static, electronic shriek
... the screen turns dark.
[I was at ribbon repair, what is this nonsense.]
[Actually all of that was horrifying and he stumbled to his knees, hands over his head because that was]
[Similar. Far too similar and where are his goggles, it's too noisy-]
[Breathe. BREATHE.]
[Give him a minute]
[Actually all of that was horrifying and he stumbled to his knees, hands over his head because that was]
[Similar. Far too similar and where are his goggles, it's too noisy-]
[Breathe. BREATHE.]
[Give him a minute]
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