TEST DRIVE MEME ⚔️️ 4

[avalonmods]

{ QUICK NAV } Premise ⚔️️ Rules ⚔️️ FAQ ⚔️️ Taken ⚔️️ Reserves ⚔️️ Apply ⚔️️ Locations ⚔️️ Bestiary ⚔️️ Top-Levels Only ⚔️️ A ⦿ Soaking in Your Arrival KERPLUNK, SPLASH! Regardless of what you were in the middle of, you and your familiar have been magically pulled into the world of Avalon just above the Bay's chilly waters. After a brief plunge into the Bay, the rush of water filling your ears and soaking up into every creak and crevice of your body, you may need to cough to clear your airways when you rise above the surface. It's paralyzingly cold for a few seconds before you're approached by the Lady of the Lake beneath the water's surface. She puts a vial of a vibrant, glowing red Everwarm* potion to your character's lips. The icy water doesn't feel so icy once consumed and you'll be able to move your limbs enough to swim to shore on your own. She can't stick around to explain, she's got to get this to all the new arrivals! Many of which you'll see plopping in around you. If you can't swim, a handful of helpful ice turtles will scoop you up from beneath and drop you off at the shore. It's a fast process, as they no longer have to collect possessions and pets from drowning in the waters, so they're only needing to go around hitting the ice that keeps forming on the surface with their shells to keep the surface open for the falling arrivals. If anyone tries to ask the Lady of the Lake for directions, she will direct you to Archimedes at the Rent-a-Ride. If anyone with Animal Magic asks the turtles, they will give the full spiel, but very slowly, and they like to get off topic and gossip about other turtles you've never heard of. The shores themselves are littered with new arrivals complaining their way up a staircase carved into the walls of the White Cliffs. There is no railing, so be careful, but if you do fall, be prepared for a mysterious sand hand to reach out of the side of the cliffs to catch you. The hand will pat you atop the head twice before retreating back into the wall. This is the Cliff Beast; despite the name, he is quite friendly. B ⦿ The Caravan to Camelot Once everyone is wrangled up to the top of the White Cliffs, the handsome owner of the Rent-a-Ride, Archimedes, will distribute smart phones, a pair of earbuds, and a winter cloak** and tell them to "Check the Shit Box." The "Shit Box" refers to wardrobe more formally known as the Wardrobe of Finding, a hammerspace-like wardrobe that opens to each person's items and pets when the person touches the handle. It was recently enchanted by Merlin to prevent people from having to fish their waterlogged possessions and pets out of the water with them. From there, Archimedes directs everyone to settle in groups into modernized carriages pulled by horses and gives them a basic explanation of why and how they've been brought to Avalon: The rest of the universe is frozen in time and your character has been brought here by a familiar that was able to bond with them. They'll have to learn magic to help save their own world from destruction, but first they've got to get them to Camelot. It is here that you have the first opportunity to decide who they will be in their new home. You'll have about an hour to wander around here, meet and greet, and pet the horses before it's time to go. These carriages use fae technology that combats weight, so your character will be able to get in regardless of whether they're light as a feather or weigh two tons. The carts have air conditioning when it's hot, heating when it's cold, and a mystical shield to protect from bugs. There is also a mini-bar that pops out of the console with nip bottles. Characters can use their smartphones to connect to Camelot's internet service, avalononline (AOL), to chat with other characters, watch dumb videos, learn about the world, contact Camelot Support (they'll answer any questions they can for you, from how to use a smart phone to where to find quests and resources to learn more about your magic). Be careful if you decide to use your phones while in the caravan-- if you don't use those earbuds and start forcing everyone to listen to your nonsense, Archimedes may make you walk. C ⦿ The Red Spring The journey from the White Cliffs to the City of Camelot is a long one, and the first evening you arrive you'll end up spending at the Red Spring, a booming resort town. Because of the volume of new arrivals and vacationers, inn rooms are assigned two-to-a-room. The rooms have two twin beds, a bathroom, a mini-fridge and microwave, and a TV equipped with a couple of entertaining video games and a few free movies. For the month of February: there are complimentary chocolates placed on the pillows that make you feel warm and fuzzy when you eat them, all the rooms have been temporarily redecorated after hearing about Valentine's Day after an announcement about an upcoming Valentine's concert to be held by the off-worlders. They wanted to celebrate love too, and help the newcomers feel welcome! Unfortunately, this means that the two-person bedrooms only have one bed this month... maybe you can get a roll-away? If you don't want to relax in the room, try taking a dip in the spring for another chance to meet your fellow travelers. The waters have restorative properties that help horses and travelers recover quickly when drunk. It is known to relieve stress, improve energy levels, and mildly accelerate healing. It may be a little chilly when you get out though, so make sure you don't slip rushing back indoors when you get out! The springs are also home to a large training grounds just outside town limits, where there are teachers who will teach basic magic safety and help you discover what kind of magic you have together with other new arrivals. Try target practice, obstacle courses, meditation circles, and other ways to try to figure out just what you can do... if you didn't already have an accidental discovery on the ride there. As the snows give way to rain and the cold persists across Avalon, it may seem as if some of the local businesses are suddenly short-staffed. A favorite spot might have shorter hours, longer wait times. Whatever it is, it seems that there are fewer Avalonians as the days go on. It is not long before there are signs posted outside local businesses and every clinic, there is an illness striking the populace and adventurers seem to be immune. While the healers can cure this malady, they are short on supplies and some of them are not easy to obtain. All are urged to take up a task and gather these ingredients. Anyone who does obtain one or more of the required ingredients will be given a Fairy-blessed Tincture of Wellbeing from one of the faeries who stayed behind after the tournament. It is said to bring healing no matter where you are when you sprinkle it on the ground in front of you. (Note: The tincture will teleport the nearest healing mage to your location. This information is not included with the tincture... surprise!) A ⦿ Ingredient One: A Can of Sprite Sprites can be found in and around Avalon, and thankfully so. The first task is to obtain a small can of magic dust from a sprite's wings. Now an adventurer may think to capture and take this by force, but be wary: sprites always travel in packs and will be so inclined to curse any would-be attackers dance till they drop, literally. Sprites are mischievous sorts with a wry sense of humor and can be quite fond a flower which grows near the Red Springs called the Cinnabar Paper Bush. Bring them a bouquet and beg for their cooperation, but be cautious of breathing in the flower's pollen-- the sprites will not warn your character that it's a potent ingredient in probability spells, so breathing it in may cause sudden repeated visions of 15 seconds of a potential future based on every choice your character could make in a particular situation. Getting out of the pollen's effects takes a full day of going through visions of parallel possibilities if there's no one to help you, and the sprites will be long gone by then. You'll need another adventurer to use their magic to get you out of this or prevent the pollen from spreading... good luck. B ⦿ Ingredient Two: Deez Nuts Within the Brocéliande there grows a certain tree. Even in winter, this tree produces tiny star shaped nuts that when ground into a powder are a key ingredient in many healing tinctures. However, the nuts are coveted by the wildlife for they taste quite sweet when eaten straight from the tree. Adventurers are tasked with entering the woods and retrieving baskets full of these tiny nuts. A warning was given to not go unarmed, those animals can be very protective of their food supply and they are rumored to be coveted by the Bear Fir, who won't hesitate to come for you. A warning to the wise: do not eat them yourself. They can be quite tempting. A tiny call will induce the desire to devour all of them, burrowing deep within your conscious. Not only would an adventurer fail their task but they would fall gravely ill for a period of two days. With these obstacles in mind, it may be best to team up and go at this task together to make sure everyone comes out alive and well. C ⦿ Ingredient Three: Wait, isn't that a Pokémon? The hills to the south-east of the Red Spring are home to the elusive Hill Trolls, who never leave their hills, but like to engage with any traveler who does come through. Most try to avoid them as they are extremely rude in every way. However, for this particular remedy, there is special bluegrass known as poliwag grass, so named because the seer who discovered this unique grass had seen the creatures it is named for in an alternate world and found them endearing. The catch? Only the Hill Trolls know now wherein the hills the small patches of this grass can be found. Adventurers are tasked with entering the hills, engaging the Trolls, and requesting a guide to the grass. Avalonians will advise doing anything the troll asks of you, it’s the only way to appease them and get the prize. Characters will be set about various household and yard chores by the Hill Trolls, who will lead them to believe that this grass will take several days journey to reach and they simply can not leave their home and yard in such a state when on a long trip like that. Make sure to complete all your tasks, though, try not to be too angry when once their yard and home are spotless the Hill Troll produces a satchel of poliwag grass straight from their cupboard. They didn’t say you had to go on the trip with them and they will need to replenish their supply after, so they're not apologizing for anything. A video is sent to everyone's devices, a strong magic spell making certain that it opens. Morganna's face appears. Morganna, after all, is to be listened to when she speaks. She seems to be looking at her nails as the recording starts, not looking at her captive audience.

”"As infamous as Arthur and Merlin are, there are many magics they are unfamiliar with. They live in the realm of basic magics, the ones you all have touched and trifled with. But there are skills you will need in the future that require something a little stronger. Now if you came to me seeking spells, I would ask a fair price, dears... but it is my universe you are all saving too, so I will offer you a taste." She finally looks directly into the screen. Despite that it's just a recording, it looks as if she's looking directly into your soul. She sees you even without you responding. Her lips curl up in a little smile, friendly and yet mischievious. "Magic is stronger when more than one person performs it. Where you would be able to toss fire, you could create a fire tornado or rip the earth until it spits the fires of hell up as lava. To perform this kind of magic, you must be entirely in sync with your partners. Of one mind, of one movement. Open the attachment and it will place a memory of how to perform Synchronic Magic with a partner into your mind. It will still take practice, of course. Baby steps."

Magic-infused technology is a hell of a thing-- those who listen after the video ends and open up the attachment will find themselves rapidly flooded with what amounts to an instructional video and a visual sample of witches moving exactly in sync. After a little finger painting on each other's face and collar bones and some deep meditation while performing the spell, the caster of the spell will have complete control over the movements of the person the spell is cast upon. For the duration of the spell, the person who the spell was cast upon will mentally reside in the caster's head outside of their body. Their body will do anything the caster's does. For this particular version of the spell to work, it requires the consent of the person it's being cast upon, though there are other forms of the spell that do not that are not. With that knowledge, get practicing. A ⦿ We Succeed Together When a goddess gives instructions to learn something, you learn it, and so some of the locals have set up meditation tents at one of Camelot City's parks. The tents are filled with incense, steam, and have a spell cast on them to provide relaxing sounds-- babbling brook, yoga music, rain on the ocean, a crackling fireplace, the cries of your enemies, the relaxing sound of change falling from your favorite plinko machine... It will respond to your emotions and find the sound that's most relaxing to you to help you clear your mind. If you trust the person you're with, the spell will go smoothly and you'll be able to perform the much simpler practice spell provided in the tent: a shadow dance. Follow the dance steps around the circle on the floor of the tent; shadows will begin dancing along the walls of the tent outside of their light source. Your shadows will be able to separate from your feet and travel without you once the dance is completed. It will return after completing whatever task you need from it. If you need some help developing your trust in the other person, try playing a game of twenty questions or partaking in some of the sparkling ginger shots in front of you-- they've got a heated kick to them that's sure to warm you up and make you fire out a secret to the person you're sharing the tent with. B ⦿ We Fail Apart If you aren't perfectly in sync with your partner to cast Synchronic Magic, all kinds of things can go wrong. People who do not trust each other may end up accidentally sealing the tents shut and trapping themselves inside until they tell each other a secret they've told no one else, thus forcing them to trust each other. People believe the exact opposite at their core could end up temporarily body swapping with their partner until they wipe off the body paint and break the spell. And of course, even if you're completely on the same page and the person controlling both bodies has two left feet, a mistake in the shadow dance could cause the shadows to enter your eyes, turning both of your vision to complete darkness until you've been in sunlight for about 15 minutes straight. I hope you weren't practicing at night. C ⦿ Loss and Gain After performing the Synchronic Magic, magicians of all kinds are going to feel a little strange. It's a magic outside of their field of expertise used to perform further magics, after all, and they've shared their essence with another person to perform it. There's a chance that characters are going to feel very alone after being separated from the synchronic magic. Alone, tired, and wanting to feel connected again even if you're normally the lone wolf type. Synchronic magic makes you feel connected to others in a way that's hard to do otherwise, and without it it leaves a sense of loss and disconnect. It's not a side-effect that was discussed ahead of time, but the citizens of Camelot have prepared for it for anyone who wishes to stick around after their spellcasting. After the magic is done, at the center of the tented area, everyone is invited to gather around a huge, prismatic bonfire taking place in the center of the park that the tents had been set up in. The bonfire is filled with flames of all colors, like a prism reflecting light and warmth, and acts as a beacon for casters' shadows to find their owners and reconnect with them. It also is enchanted to encourage affectionate feelings. This may inspire people to be more... touch-friendly than normal, wanting to hug and hold onto or simple be shoulder-to-shoulder with the people around them. These feelings can easily be fought even if they're present, but fulfilling them will help to eliminate the sense of loss from the synchronic spell ending. At the end of the night, little rainbow fireflies will begin to fly away from the flames, having been hatched within them, and fly off into the night as the flames turn to embers, and then to charcoal. It is said that if you catch a rainbow firefly, you can make a wish on it, and when let go they will take those wishes to the heavens with them. Some wishes may actually be granted, so if your character has a wish, submit it here. MOD NOTES: • All test drive prompts are open to anyone in the game at any time to create your own logs with, but this post should have top-levels by potential new characters only. Current characters may reply to any threads, but should not top-level comment on this post. • If your application is accepted, you may accept TDM threads as game canon as long as both players consent. Characters may begin threading as soon as their journal is accepted to the communities. • If nothing here tickles your fancy, try one of this month's Quests for your TDM prompt. • The first "Arrival" prompts are present on every TDM, but contain seasonal tweaks for flavor. All other prompts will change monthly. (This month, please check updated method of inventory collection at the Rent-a-Ride and the "February Special" rooms at the Red Spring.) • The Shadow Dance Ritual is a form of advanced dark magic; this means that yes, after significant practice, a dark magic user may be able to do this on their own with only their own shadow. Even if your character isn't a dark mage, they can do a ritual to perform out-of-discipline magic. More information on rituals and how to unlock them will come in the future! • Please comment with wishes regardless of new/current member status if you want to participate! :) • Questions about this TDM's content? Comment here! If you have a question about the game at-large, please head over to the FAQ. *This Everwarm does not count toward your potion collection for those who wish to take up potion brewing. You must obtain Everwarm from the Elphame Trader's to count. **Jackets come in a variety of neutral colors, enchanted with a fit-adjustment spell that will adjust to your character's size.

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Zen Kubota ✖ Zanki Zero

[farmerofwrath]

(( ooc: I haven't exactly decided on a magic type so I went with the more slice-of-lifey prompts. But feel free to throw something entirely new at me if none of these piques your interest. Or poke me on positron/positron#5752/PM so we can talk about it. ))

≫ 1. Arrival

[This sensation of nearly drowning... It's a familiar one to Zen, reminiscent of the very first time he awoke as a clone human. Although regaining consciousness underwater feels more like waking up inside the Extend Machine's watery vault, after every single encounter with death.

Unlike those times, however, it doesn't quite feel like waking up from a deep slumber. All the strength in his body right now goes into clearing his lungs, instead. The first few moments, all his mind registers is the form of a woman gently forcing some unknown liquid past his lips. Instinctively, he tries to struggle, but his whole body lacks the strength to do so. So he goes with the only option: swallowing it. And much to his surprise, whatever he is made to drink had his body warming up and mind jolting awake within seconds. Like magic.

But even after reaching the shore, soaked to the bone, he has little time to mull over the too many questions regarding his current situation. Because he finally notices that. Floating right behind his shoulder.

A creature shaped in the form of a small monkey donning a mantle, looking down at him expectantly as if inviting a reaction out of him. The way it mirrors a human in its patronizing gaze and clothing is unsettling, at best. Shock and anger ignite inside him at the coincidence; if this sarugami being one of the first sights to greet him is someone's idea of a joke, he doesn't find it funny in the least.

Only after ascertaining the unnerving creature doesn't seem to bear any aggressive intent is that he continues making his way towards the staircase, trying his best to ignore its unwanted presence.]

... This has to be just another nightmare.

[Anyone who might be within earshot to hear him muttering to himself is welcome to antagonize or sympathize with him.]

≫ 2. AOL (Caravan)

(Text/un: M0003)

[It's ironic that whatever brought him over here would assume he still cares about a world that was already destroyed in the first place. But, if it's true that the universe got stuck in time, then perhaps he still has a chance at stopping the impending doom of having his past exposed to his fellow survivors back home.

... If there really is such a thing as returning home.]

anyone got proof that worlds are frozen in time, or are we just supposed to blindly believe what these guys are saying?

≫ 3. Red spring: chocolate ver.

[If anyone were to ask Zen's opinion on the room's gaudy arrangement, he'd label it as extremely off putting, with zero chances of even remotely wanting to share it with anyone else. Valentines day is a (nonsensical) tradition where he came from, so he knows far too well the direction to which the atmosphere is trying to lead whoever enters the room. And he wants nothing to do with it.

Nothing except for the chocolate. Which is his sole reason for ever stepping inside the room. After the crazy things that have been happening one after the other, he is, more than usual, in dire need of some sugar to boost his mood.

If whoever got paired up with him were looking forward to their share of the sweet treat, they're out of luck, and bound to find their box of chocolate already empty.

... Or maybe not so completely out of luck. If their timing is fortunate enough, they'll manage to catch him red-handed, and maybe even retrieve what belongs to them.]

≫ 4. Ingredient three: yard chores

[Physical labor was part of Zen's daily life, being a farmer back home, and dealing with plants is something he finds relaxing. So, naturally, out of all the tasks that needed to be done, he opted for more familiar ones such as mowing the grass, removing weeds and just general help with planting seedlings.

Even if he does think the trolls' reasoning sounds fishy as heck, and he can't help but doubt if there really will be a reward in the end. But yet, it doesn't bother him as much as it normally would. At least he has an excuse to keep himself busy with a task that soothes his mind, serving as a break from the agitation of recent happenings and unpleasant discoveries (more specifically, meeting his familiar). The infamously rude trolls even seem content with his work so far, if the lack of interruptions can to be taken as a positive sign. Or maybe they took a liking to him after he joined them for an friendly game of rude words that began with the trolls going too far with their insistent nagging.

Whichever the case, the lack of interruptions is definitely welcome.

He might seem too absorbed in the task at hand, and chances are he won't respond when talked to. But anyone is free to butt in and attempt to wring some words out of him. Or yet, to silently marvel at how he carries heavy bags and tools around like it's second nature, despite his short stature. Or even comment on how his strength doesn't match his babyface.

The latter which might draw an annoyed reaction from of him, but oh well.]

≫ Wildcard

You know the drill. Just do eet! Make your prompts come true! ＼＼\\└('ω')┘//／／

4.

[milkmycattle]

[ No interruptions? Well, that doesn't last for long. A spiky redhead is also working in the same yard. Crow has been trimming the unruly shrubs that border the Hill Trolls' land, so their paths haven't crossed yet. Though he has seen glimpses of the light-haired man, tending to the neglected grounds, despite the impatience of the Hill Trolls. Crow knows a hard worker when he sees one!

Crow's laborious task occupies him until the trolls start to become irritable with him. The musician is not one to bite his tongue, so the complaint easily riles him up.]

I'm not working fast enough?! Shouldn't you be embarrassed that your yard is this unkempt?! You want it done right, or sloppily?!

[There's a heated exchange between them before Crow storms off, holding himself back from punching the creature. He has to remind himself he needs that stupid Poli-whatever grass! He loudly vents nearby Zen, not seeing the other man there at first. He grinds his teeth, his tail wildly swishes from side to side as he grumbles.]

Stupid trolls, they better be telling the truth!

[He turns towards Zen, trying to coax him into a conversation. Maybe this guy has the same frustrations and agrees this arrangement is pretty suspicious.]

What do you think about this?

[farmerofwrath]

[Zen might be good at filtering out distractions, but it doesn't mean his concentration is unbreakable. Even as a heated exchange takes place nearby, he manages to treat the voices around him as mere background noise. Until the owner of one of the voices seems to be approaching him, judging by how the already loud voice gets even louder.

And the next moment there's a redhead only a couple of feet away, directing his voice at him. That same loud voice from just now. If he wants sympathy or someone to vent his frustrations to, he's come to the wrong guy.

Zen doesn't divert his gaze from the hole he's been digging, but the hands holding the shovel halt temporarily until he speaks.]

I think you're being too noisy.

[milkmycattle]

[ Apparently, he did choose the wrong person. The comment does take Crow aback since he's not expecting it. However, after a second or two, his brain finally processes the words and he can feel the flame of rage igniting within. He glares at Zen, his hands clenching into fists as he shakes them threateningly towards the other man.]

W-what did you say?!

[If Zen thinks such a coarse comment would make Crow quieter, it does the opposite, spurring the hedgehog to yell even more.]

I'm too noisy?! If anything you're too quiet! How can be so complacent about this shitty setup?!

[farmerofwrath]

[Crow really shouldn't yell at a person with a shovel in their hands; even more so when said person attacked someone else using that same kind of tool in the past.

Unlike the redhead, Zen is the kind that tries to keep his cool — at least on the surface — in adverse situations. But this stranger yelling in his ears is starting to grate on his nerves. Even if it doesn't show in the way he still refuses to halt his task to spare so much as a glance at Crow.]

Do you see a better way around this shitty setup? Or is throwing a tantrum the best you can do?

1/2

[milkmycattle]

[Crow frowns deeply as it seems the light-haired man is ignoring him. The musician burns an acute stare into Zen's back, watching as the mane continues shoveling like they're not having a conversation here! He must be really focused on his work or just wants to be an asshole. The avoidance just irks the musician, even more.

Until Zen finally responds, and Crow is speechless at the truth in those words. He pauses as he mulls internally. The guy's right. There isn't another way, all they could do is go along with this. He groans as he realizes he'll have to eat his words and tolerate those berating troll bastards.]

2/2

[milkmycattle]

[The other question that Zen poses to Crow, doesn't anger the musician. Instead, he feels fired up by the words. It was almost as if Zen is challenging him to show him something different. The redhead is more than capable to do the work!]

Is that the best I can do?! It isn't! If they want trimmed hedges, they're getting the best damn hedges in Camelot!

[ Whether it's intentional or not, Crow's soul is burning anew with purpose! He returns over to his side, picking up the gardening scissors and cutting at those overgrown twigs with new fervor! He'll show that guy and those ungrateful trollS what he's capable of! Instead of a battle cry, he decides to sing out the encouraging lyrics of one of his songs! Hope Zen doesn't mind more noise!]

𝅘𝅥𝅮The wish to dye this heart crimson,
It shook off weakness with its shimmering beating!
Even if the light of this world is lost,
The shine of this flare leads strongly into the future𝅘𝅥𝅮

[farmerofwrath]

[Zen expected the other to start yelling at the top of his lungs in response to his barb, but instead he's met with silence, then a groan. This reaction comes as a pleasant surprise; if anything, a sign he managed to get the redhead to reconsider his loud behavior. Zen's words sure weren't what most people would consider constructive criticism, but well, so long as the guy's not being overly noisy, everything's good.

Though before Zen can (dismissively) retort to the exclamation that follows the short lived silence, Crow is already rushing over to the nearest shrub, seemingly bursting with renewed motivation. And the singing that comes with that finally draws Zen's full attention.

In the form of a glare and a controlled stride towards Crow, shovel in tow.]

I get that you're energetic about this, but pipe down, would you?

[Whether it's a request or a threat is open to interpretation.]

3

[concierto]

[Venti doesn't quite mind the inn rooms all that much. Maybe a tad gaudy for his tastes but at least it's dramatic and serving a purpose of some sort. Plus he likes dramatic and it's been entertaining hearing people react to these rooms that were obviously made up for matchmaking.

And he happens to pop his head into one of them just in time to see the other pop a chocolate right in his mouth.]

Ah! I see that someone's made use of the rooms, at least!

[Why not steal all the chocolates? They're just sitting around in all these rooms!]

[farmerofwrath]

[Zen's faint hope of not having anyone walk in on him extinguishes as soon as he hears a chipper voice. He throws a glance over his shoulder in reflex, mouth freezing momentarily.]

Ah... [Is all he mutters before downing another chocolate.

Then, he tucks both his own (now empty) box and the (unopened) box on top of the adjacent pillow under his arm.]

No, I'm already done here. You can have the room to yourself if you want.

[Time to look for a vacant room. Preferably one that still has all its chocolate intact. He's heading towards the door, fully intent on walking past the intruder(?) and leaving, unless stopped somehow.]

[concierto]

[Venti seems to pout for a moment before he turns right on his heel and decides to follow closely with the chocolate thief.]

You're in some luck because I'm not in need of a room right this instant.

[Hey! Slow down!]

But I am looking for other rooms to snatch more chocolates from since you were so kind as to clean out this one!

[farmerofwrath]

Sorry to burst your bubble, but you're out luck because I don't want you following me around.

[Not only has Zen got competition, he's also got someone tailing him now? It seems it's time to pick up the pace.]

No one is using these rooms, you said it yourself. So it doesn't really matter if someone else makes good use of the chocolates. Finders, keepers.

[He's not returning Venti's box, either!]

[concierto]

[Well then- now Venti is going to follow him around for the sole reason that the other does not want to be followed around. Wonderful!]

Then I suppose I'll have to keep on my way. Which just so happens to be the same path as yours.

[He's going to steal some of his own chocolates even if he has to battle this dude.]

This room next! If you'll excuse me!!

[He's gonna barge in FIRST.]

[summonere]

Either time is frozen and you are missing nothing, or time is not frozen and you can also do nothing about that state of affairs from your present position.

If my world has moved on without me, it would certainly already be saved or destroyed in this time.

[farmerofwrath]

[What's with that needlessly long and pretty wording...]

... so, in short, you're saying there's no proof of either and we can't do anything about our situation anyway.

[Not only it's a unpleasant thought, but thinking about what must be going on in his world if it's not really frozen in time won't change anything.]

the way you put it, it almost sounds like you're some kind of hero bearing the weight of the world on their shoulders

[summonere]

[ This is just what happens when a poetry nerd texts... ]

I'm hardly a hero. What I mean is that the situation was dire.

[farmerofwrath]

[Well... it seems someone underestimated how hard it can be to express and interpret sarcasm in text.]

and whether or not you are in your world as it moves on has an impact on that dire situation?
still sounds like you either possess some kind of great power or influence
or you just think too highly of yourself

[Meanwhile Zen's a mere commoner who just happened to end up as one of the few survivors of humanity in his world. Just a cog in the wheel.]

[summonere]

No. You'll find I'm little more than a sniveling magician.

2; un: wolfcountry

[impostorsyndrome]

It's the second one.

[Well, maybe. As far as Kadoc knows, anyway, which is as much as anyone else who just arrived knows, and yet for some reason here they all are on these carriages headed to god knows where and what. For his part, Kadoc is curled up in his seat absorbing himself in this Wacky Arthurian Phone. What else is there?]

At least that's my impression. If someone who knows what the hell's going on tells you any different, I'd appreciate hearing about it.

[farmerofwrath]

and here I was hoping for a more reassuring answer

[There is very little to do besides socializing with fellow arrivals (out of question), trying not to think about his familiar, searching for something useful on the network, or gazing out of the window.

At least the view of nature outside is nice.]

I wouldn't mind sharing if I ever hear any good news, but
you'd really trust a stranger's word without any proof?

[impostorsyndrome]

Of course not. But I'd wanna hear it anyway.

Blatant lies can be important in their own way. If nothing else, it tells you what kind of lies people tell.

[farmerofwrath]

does their kind really matter? lies are just lies in the end.

[Like his whole family was. A big lie. Some lied for self-interest while others out of selflessness.]

you could argue some lies are harmless, but nothing good comes from them.

[impostorsyndrome]

I'm just someone who likes knowing what I'm dealing with. And I wouldn't say lies are just lies. They're stories people tell for a reason.

[Knowing what he's dealing with is all Kadoc ever feels like he has going for him. The urge to gather information is strong, even in a situation like this, and even if that information is false. It's something more than nothing. Is this entire situation they're in now a lie? Is it an illusion when he stares out of the carriage at the passing scenery? . . . It might be.]

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[kunimeh]

i mean
were not gonna find proof either way right

kinda up to u if u wanna be stressed abt it or not

[farmerofwrath]

who knows, there's nothing better to do right now anyway, so why not ask around

I don't really care either way
just wanna know if I have a reason to look for a way to hurry back home to a world that was pretty much in ruins

[... or so is the reasoning he tells himself to stop thinking about it.]