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exsiliumlogs2012-02-09 08:58 pm
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Entry tags:
- #plot post,
- riku (kingdom hearts),
- roslyn "mcsexy" small (original),
- sollux captor (homestuck),
- ✝ anders [dragon age],
- ✝ bariyan e "drunkard" kodhi (original),
- ✝ charles xavier (xm:fc),
- ✝ equius zahhak (homestuck),
- ✝ erik lehnsherr [marvel 616],
- ✝ john watson (bbc sherlock),
- ✝ orihime inoue [bleach],
- ✞ — dropped characters — ✞
open log » ❝ welcome to Exsilium ❞
Date & Time: Evening, 10th February 3312
Location: Transport Room
Characters: Open To All
Summary: Everyone is brought into the transport room at roughly the same time, in a great succession and flow of imported individuals. Everyone is being lead around in small bundles, or left to their own devices together inside the Initiative Hold.
Warnings: None.
Widespread and crowded, everyone is being transported into this unusually bright room with an efficiency that is almost horrifying. One after the other, new people are appearing -- being led, shown around and then ultimately abandoned with one final phrase; "Good luck."
The Initiative Hold is wide, like a small town in its depth and industry. You've received your weapon; you've got your keys, your netbook, and one of those robed strangers has shoved a small pouch full of what you can only assume is money into your open palm. You've been given an apartment, but where on earth -- are we on earth? -- is it? Your best opportunity right now is to mingle; at least, that's what everyone else appears to be doing. Those strangers in the robes have left. They're tending to the people who are arriving, one by one and in a quick procession. Energy bustles all around you, as you're strapped up with your sudden gifts and looking around.
Hey, maybe you'll even see some familiar faces.
Location: Transport Room
Characters: Open To All
Summary: Everyone is brought into the transport room at roughly the same time, in a great succession and flow of imported individuals. Everyone is being lead around in small bundles, or left to their own devices together inside the Initiative Hold.
Warnings: None.
Widespread and crowded, everyone is being transported into this unusually bright room with an efficiency that is almost horrifying. One after the other, new people are appearing -- being led, shown around and then ultimately abandoned with one final phrase; "Good luck."
The Initiative Hold is wide, like a small town in its depth and industry. You've received your weapon; you've got your keys, your netbook, and one of those robed strangers has shoved a small pouch full of what you can only assume is money into your open palm. You've been given an apartment, but where on earth -- are we on earth? -- is it? Your best opportunity right now is to mingle; at least, that's what everyone else appears to be doing. Those strangers in the robes have left. They're tending to the people who are arriving, one by one and in a quick procession. Energy bustles all around you, as you're strapped up with your sudden gifts and looking around.
Hey, maybe you'll even see some familiar faces.
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What the heck ith a baku?
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It steals dreams, especially nightmares. But first it plants them.
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Thith ith nothing like dreamth I have, though. Why would I be on earth with a bunch of humanth I don't know and don't care about? Why, and how, would one of your weird earth creatureth even target me in the firtht plathe when I wath latht on a floating rock in thpace?
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Well, naturally I was considering it as being my dream.
So I don't have any answers for you.
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And tell me how the hell you managed to thnatch up an alien you've never met from an entirely different univerthe into your dream which thome thtupid earth thing gave you.
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I have to say that's a new one.
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If you're not just a figment of my overactive imagination, that is a rather interesting twist to the whole thing.
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Because of the possibility you aren't, of course. Don't be overreactive, it makes you stupid.
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I'm not the thtupid one here. I've could make and have made thingth with technology you could never even wrap your head around. I am a rocket powered geniuth on a level tho far above any dumb human who thinkth thith ith a dream that we can't even thee each other.
[People who are pretty easy to insult? Him. When he's in the wrong mood, anyway.]
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I can see you.
Quite clearly, actually.
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It'th called a metaphor.
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I'm aware.
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That is the definition of a metaphor, yes.
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[And there's a couple crackles of blue and red around his eyes now, from pure frustration.]
Whether or not you can actually thee me here and now ith irrelevant to the point I'm making, becauthe of the non-literal nature I jutht mentioned.
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You don't have to repeat yourself.
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I give up. You're the dumbetht human I've ever met. If all the otherth are ath thtupid ath you I've going to blow thomething up before the week'th even over. You've worn out all my patienthe. All of it.
I'm out.
[He turns to storm off, if she'll let him.]
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[ whoops bugging the hell out of everyone come on what do you mean this isn't a good life decision. ]
Enjoy your explosions, by all means.
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[But he's still leaving, heading off into the crowd now.]