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Post by horrorTerror on Apr 17, 2016 18:37:29 GMT -5
((OOC/establishment post: In the spirit of the two non-serious boards, I feel we need a general purpose place where characters or alternative versions thereof can surface in ways that the regular forum might not accommodate, such as physical interaction. Or dead characters you want to characterize anyway, because afterlife.
For the purposes of having more people to stare at without having to do anything plus practicing straightforward chronology, Fred the Horrorterror has hereby glubbed up a dreambubble somewhere sometime in the Furthest Ring. Much like other player-holder dreambubbles it is a fairly stable space for the dreaming dead and whatnot, but this one is special. It is special in that it contains a more fixed piece of reality than dreams and squiddle magic, that being the random Sburban stackhouse kicked into the Furthest Ring that is where Fred/horrorTerror keeps his stuff, with a mall-sized Veiloid tied to the thing, both decayfreed, containing a sort of garden-restaurant-hotel-alchemysetup place where people are likely to accumulate simply because it is capable of holding them all. The edge border is teal and the central body is primarily a mixture of generic Derse and generic Veiloids plus whatever is contributed by passing ghosts, if you need a good direction of what the area outside the house looks like. For the sake of sanity in roleplaying, player characters are kept chronolinear via roughly the same means as internet connections except it's a horrorterror's magic doing the timeline synchro rather than an exhaustible pluck reserve courtesy of a time player, meaning while intertimeline time is as plastic as it needs to be because Fred's practicing grabbing metatimelines at sane points (i.e. not invoking sessions that are 'past' forumtime or 'not yet happening' so events stay roughly consistent with forumtime to avoid screwing up anything, and doomed timelines that haven't sent a corpse back to alpha to stop it shouldn't show up, but ones that already have killed their inhabitants are plenty fair game). It does not limit what chains it calls from however, so I guess since NOTMS isn't noncanon in main rp because Nefer is posting as somebody I think if Nefer wants they can put appropriate dreaming dead here, just don't send a dreambubble-destroying-thing after the place)
Presumably a few random NPC dead and living players Fred has met with are floating about, but the meat of interaction will probably be between players and their dead friends.
Have at you. The bubble's open. Enter by having your character asleep in-incipisphere and having a dead self so they dream in dreambubbles, or have a character already dead (either in alpha or just a doomed self from somewhere), then just have them walk in. Leaving is probably done best by simply waking up or shifting to a different dreambubble respectively.
Idunno, a dreambubble freeform RP could be fun.))
Fred makes happy squiddle noises now that a bubble has been firmly established around his playhouse-residence-thing, and slides into an observatory pose about it. 'Let's watch some dreaming dead or whatever,' he guesses.
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Post by horrorTerror on Apr 27, 2016 21:03:46 GMT -5
Ping.
"Yup, open flag's on." Fred *says*, messaging the bubblenets at large his room's open for chatting, just to make sure. Almost immediately a few bored dreaming dead phase in from other bubbles, happy for a new ground to party on, but they're more or less interested in each other rather than Fred. Lillian shows up with one of avertedCrisis' bots, setting up a HSC booth in case anybody wants anything added to the bubblespace.
Perhaps someone will dream their way into this world...
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Post by sanitysController on Apr 28, 2016 0:21:48 GMT -5
Of course, it was only a matter of time before someone or something weird would stumble its way into the bubble - well, someone who would become weird in time, in fact would become distinctly weird. Before she'd ever even become a Witch of Rain. One who died before anyone knew what was happening - one from the first doomed timeline of the session that went on to break. In a successful timeline, she would become someone known for embracing oddities, but in this failed world she never got the chance. This version of her never embraced the Voices of Rain, and never went on to discover the Grid, either. All this girl knew, was a rapidly lost sense of normal.
She stumbled backwards towards the recently set up booth, still terrified of the strange world she found herself in. All too aware of the fact that she had died not long ago -yet this event, for many others, would appear to have been ages ago. "Wh-whAt is this pLAce?"
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Post by horrorTerror on Apr 28, 2016 6:44:58 GMT -5
"Welcome to the dreambubbles, Fred's in particular." Lillian said, casually handwaving the existence of the dreaming dead. "You died. Think you've got that idea from the white eyes and asking what's going on, but gotta be sure."
She flipped back an otherworldly color-changing hair curl and burbled a rainy headache before continuing.
"Let's see...You remind me of someone else who did a dreamy rainsplosion. Can't say I do too much with the Grid, but the Voices are cheering them on. That someone else would've been you, if the game that killed your world didn't decide whatever someone in your session did was worth killing a version of all of you, leaving nothing but a corpse and ghosts in memory. Sad enough but it happens to everyone, sometimes repeatedly!"
She babbles on about dying horribly for a few more seconds, then returns to the topic at hand: bubbles.
"You seem to be a late awakener. Sometimes the gods of the Furthest Ring demand for their own weird reasons that someone not enter the sleep of death on their side for millions or billions of years to other people. I don't have to deal with that garbage normally but in here it's usually pretty weird timewise. I think the alpha you is still around, so, more like a few years in your case. Lucky. At any rate, you're in dreambubbles dearie! The place where Sburb players go when they die, because normal afterlives are too much work for you. It's like being alive, only with memories everywhere. And teenage drama hell forever. Want anything from the bar, or just wanna hang around until you see someone you know? You've got forever to grow as a person now, haha. Sburb ironies, not even intentional that time. I'm just babbling, if you want Death's got boardgames and we can conjure some memories for you. Fred's still hammering out finding where normal people, guardians, and nonplayer-sprites go where they die, it's a maze of heavens man, so no goodbyes you didn't get before except for coplayers. BOOR-ing, I know, but if you want someterror can puppet up a memory of their body or whatevs. It's this forever, feel free to party I guess. You'd have been a great Rainchild, and I think your alpha is, too. Man, the things I could show you even in death..."
She pauses, gauging the reaction of this dead person.
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Post by sanitysController on Apr 28, 2016 10:45:01 GMT -5
The reaction was one of simple, complete, and utter terror. "DeAth with bOARd gAMes? WAit, this isN't - NO, N-NO. This NOt the NORMAL AfteRLife?! B-but. RaiN? The stuff FC was teLLiNg eveRyONe abOut. LOOk, yOu've gOt the wRONg girL, I'M just A NORMAL peRsON. NOw L-Let Me bE deAd with the OtheR ReguLAR peOpLe!"
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Post by horrorTerror on Apr 28, 2016 12:39:37 GMT -5
One of the dreaming dead around cringes in memory of when they too entered the bubbles for the first time.
Lillian frowns, looking up for a moment at Fred whose main-body is perched in the upper layers of the bubble, hanging onto the stackhouse what would be precariously if not for the fact he is a flying giant squidgod manipulating reality.
"Ooh, sorry to hit you all at once, but that's out of my control. Out of everyone's control, really."
She sighs.
"Look, you were technically never normal to begin with. Usually hate having to give the spiel, but, uh, you were technically a meteor baby created by self-cloning and- No, I'm not kidding, before you asked. Life or death the weird came calling and fate is too strong to destroy. Even the demonhead might not be able to free you guys alone. Dreambubbles are a mercy compared to the kind of loss your souls'd go through if we didn't...You need a hug?"
She offers a hug, stepping out from behind the booth to do so.
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Post by sanitysController on Apr 28, 2016 13:45:08 GMT -5
The girl stared at the thing which had been talking to her. Unlike the alpha version of herself, she had no chance to slowly embrace the strange - she was thrust into it all at once. Everything she ever thought she was, or would be, destroyed in a moment because of a game she never wanted to understand. She collapsed to the ground."I- I dON't. Why? I just wANted tO be NORMAL. I dON't wANNA Live iN this... whAt eveN is this?! SOme kiNd of fARce? ARe we sOme kind Of shOw tO yOu?!
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Post by horrorTerror on Apr 28, 2016 15:31:08 GMT -5
The creature of reverberations and rainbows in the form of a woman hugged the girl who had understood Hell all too late and had fallen down for it. The little headachey sparkles of rainbow that meant the Voices as Whisperings were flowing wild slowly swirled around them like will-o-the-wisps, wishing to comfort this piece of their champion that had been trimmed to the wayside, kept silent only by the impression now was not a good time to play with wild stirrings of creation. One of them mutters something about how this one would be perfect for a simulation of life bubble, but is shushed by five or six other voices.
"I'm sorry. There was nothing that could be done. Normal never even existed for most of us. For the sake of your entire homeworld and life, cherish what memory of it remains. Godgame damn, I hate the way you all just get born to die, but it'll be okay. It's all over now, and you did the best reality would let you."
aC judges that this is a bad time to remind everyone that this is farce of an existence is in fact some kind of show for the Furthest Ring, and does not TTS anything.
A ghost in the background changes his outfit to some sporting event wear, but then decides now is a good time for funerary dress instead.
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Post by sanitysController on Apr 28, 2016 23:25:47 GMT -5
"I... I'll need some time to take this in. I... I'll be okay. Thanks." She sniffled. "I'm Sarah.". For the first time since she arrived, she managed to smile. Maybe it was the tiny whisperings which, while so opposite her current self, were simultaneously familiar in a way that only one's native whisperings can be, maybe it was the entity who was showing her kindness, or perhaps it was the same will to continue that had allowed the alpha iteration of herself to make progress despite everything - whatever it was, she was already beginning to cope.
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Post by horrorTerror on Apr 29, 2016 6:06:20 GMT -5
"Alright, great to know you, hi. I'm Lillian. You can ask me about world mechanics whenever you're ready, or just...feel free to mingle, I guess." she says, smiling in response, letting Sarah go in case she wanted to do the latter.
The background ghost from before switches back to sporting wear and decaptchas a celebratory glass of ale, toasting with an identical troll who is probably a different doomed him who has since wandered in.
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Post by sanitysController on Apr 29, 2016 15:00:42 GMT -5
Sarah looked up at Lillian, a new found fire in her eyes. "YOu said eaRLieR that sOmebOdy wAs LOOkiNg iNtO where everyOne eLse gOes wheN they die. I waNt tO heLp them." The girl stood up. She wasn't ready to give up on that normal life she wanted - if it wouldn't come to her on its own, well then she would just have to find out how to make it come.
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Post by horrorTerror on Apr 29, 2016 16:23:17 GMT -5
Fred makes an agitated whaley noise from above, hammering at the keyboard of an appropriately large-sized laptop floating in the air with various tentacles and making weird noises, presumably dealing with particularly vehement paperwork or complaining about angels.
Lillian checks above quickly, then looks down to Sarah.
"Uh, looks like Fred's busy at the moment." she says apologetically, her squiddly big international coworker being who he is. "At any rate, prolly best if I explain how normal death ferrying works first. It's more how when people die, the gods down below all claim them or they go to a neutral nice place in the lighty part if they don't follow anyone, and because of the billions and trillions of people dying with every new session of Sburb that goes off it's just a giant blur of souls unless you try to pick someone out, and they all go down through natural psychopomps in-universe into afterlives proper. Horrorterrors can only catch player souls so easily because Sburb doesn't like them dying and more or less kicks them out for permadeath, and they have to pass through the Furthest Ring to get to a rainbow gate and march down to heaven the hard way, and rather than let you slog for decades through hell or worse they bubble you. I mean they'll let you go try and slog it out if you double-die because catching you again is so much work, but dying twice is not a thing that anybody less powerful than a whole universe could make you do now that you're built on glub power. Nonplayer spriteguys and guardians don't matter to Sburb the way players do, so the game puts up way less resistance than for a player when a denizen or a god tries to eject boot them to a normal afterlife. I know Demimonde, Death, and a few other guys hover around Sburb sessions like stalkerterrors, hah." #stalkerterrors #death #dying #geeSburbsurekillsalotofpeople #psychopomp
Lillian remembers she spoke with hashtags. "Oh, gods, did you get the thing on speaking like text that sprites do before you died?" #thisisahashtagyoujustsortawillitinliketextystuff #hashtag #hashtaghashtag #hashtagisafunnynamelol "You can sorta will this stuff into the way the world reads it. I think your randcaps are quirking in just fine, but you never know."
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Post by sanitysController on Apr 29, 2016 19:23:42 GMT -5
"Wait so if I find one of these 'rainbow gates' I get to go to heaven like regular people? Or alternatively I can just... die again? Which will make me end up wherever the others go?" Sarah paused, thinking more. "Is it possible we become the gods of our worlds when we die completely?"
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Post by horrorTerror on Apr 29, 2016 20:38:47 GMT -5
"Uh, sort of. Not at all on that last one though." #explainingishard #whoawhatifdeathdidthat #thatdbecool
She shrugs, glad for a new perspective.
"Ignoring that you'd have to lens out of the power of a ton of gods to get out of bubbles, never even mind sometimes shake off the chains of a whole star of universal or multiversal power before you can just walk through gates, to an extent yes. You still have to slog through a ton of stuff though, like every rainbow gate leads to the depths of hell or a pitched battle against a final boss or the cities of imagination tainted by unidentified nonentities or something else stupid, and that's just the exit walk. You still have to find your way through string theory or worse just to get anywhere, nevermind get in, and you don't even have billions of years attuning with your aspect backing you when you have to punch through a bust or whatever. Dying again punts you through the gate but there's still string theory and that's hard for even me and I was born for it. Dying a gazillion times just shatters you into nothing like an angel ate your soul, which is like the opposite of becoming nigh-omnipotent because you're like powerless.and stuff. That's nasty, so don't do that with the quetzacoatls. Strata angels are usually not reality-erasing soul eater monsters, but it's still a risk."
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Post by sanitysController on Apr 29, 2016 22:38:36 GMT -5
Sarah paused again, for longer this time. She was mulling over her options. She would have her normal afterlife - even if it meant doing some very unusual things to get to that point. "So what you're telling me... is that I need to master my 'aspect' and then plow through these bubbles and some other things to one of these gates and then take my afterlife by force?"
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