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phantasmalrift2018-06-10 11:47 pm
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IC INTRO - JUNE '18
After the fight with the siren has settled, those characters with phones hooked to the KEystone network will get a text -
Okay, everyone, you had better come back in. There's a storm brewing just off the coast.
Even given Up's usual professionalism, it seems rather... subdued?
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For once, there are no androids at all to greet you upon your return, or arrival, as the case may be. A shelter has been set up for the boats on the shoreline of Glitterstone, however. By the time you tromp up the lighthouse stairs to the level of the Station itself, the sky is beginning to grey with the promised storm.
There's not the typical feast outside, but there is a fairly extensive taco bar set up in the common room, left unattended as well. The room sign-up sheet and boxes of freebies are also there, complete with the Braille versions, and a note at the bottom of both room sheets reads "If all rooms are full, space has been made in the meeting rooms on the top floor. We'll have additional rooms available as soon as possible."
It does appear that someone has updated the murder counter while you were away, however, for the turning of the week. It now reads 15 weeks without murder.
Other than that, you're free to explore, including in the newly finished sections of the Annex (should you be willing to brave the storm to get between buildings). However, wherever you go, the androids are almost conspicuously absent - even in the medical bay and Down's workstation in the command center.
The meeting room they have for their own private use is securely closed and locked.
Okay, everyone, you had better come back in. There's a storm brewing just off the coast.
Even given Up's usual professionalism, it seems rather... subdued?
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For once, there are no androids at all to greet you upon your return, or arrival, as the case may be. A shelter has been set up for the boats on the shoreline of Glitterstone, however. By the time you tromp up the lighthouse stairs to the level of the Station itself, the sky is beginning to grey with the promised storm.
There's not the typical feast outside, but there is a fairly extensive taco bar set up in the common room, left unattended as well. The room sign-up sheet and boxes of freebies are also there, complete with the Braille versions, and a note at the bottom of both room sheets reads "If all rooms are full, space has been made in the meeting rooms on the top floor. We'll have additional rooms available as soon as possible."
It does appear that someone has updated the murder counter while you were away, however, for the turning of the week. It now reads 15 weeks without murder.
Other than that, you're free to explore, including in the newly finished sections of the Annex (should you be willing to brave the storm to get between buildings). However, wherever you go, the androids are almost conspicuously absent - even in the medical bay and Down's workstation in the command center.
The meeting room they have for their own private use is securely closed and locked.

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[A pause, and then a shrug, which jostles his kitty enough that she mews a protest.]
I'll be happy to answer any questions I can.
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I come from a peninsula known as Ryslig, where everyone who is taken there slowly turns into monsters due to a mystical influence. I had assumed I was still there, given the sheer number of mermaids I came across on the beach.
Of course, I am not from there. I was stolen from my original home.
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[A thoughtful hum, as Verity decides to climb up and put her front paws on Izunia's shoulder.]
We have some handful of nonhumans around, but not any from a place like that that I know of.
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Someone else mentioned Fissures to me before, though I did not quite understand what they were referring to. These Fissures are magic, you say?
[So no godly influence. That's...good to know, at least in the sense that the Fog God probably didn't put him here.]
Do they appear often?
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[He sighs, somewhat into the kitty fluff.]
One of the androids, the original inhabitants of this station, would have a fuller explanation, but they're quite missing today, which is unusual.
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[Not simulacrum, he reckons.]
Where do you suppose they've gone off to?
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Mmm. Perhaps they're in that meeting room upstairs that they keep locked up. That's the only place I can think, though I've hardly done a full sweep looking for them. Just that it's odd none of them are here, since one of them serves as a part of the medical staff in particular.
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Perhaps they are busy someplace else, then. If you say there is a meeting room they go to, it seems likely they are...well, in a meeting of some sort.
[He sighs, uncrossing his arms to let them hang at his sides.]
But that is alright. I can settle with asking others like yourself if I have further questions about this station. I just hope that if my other brothers are here, they are safe.
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...do you know if the changes brought on by that Fissure were temporary, by the way?
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[Because, y'know, fish. Fishiness. Merness. Etc.]
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...Okay. I ask because Choromatsu was not originally a merperson, either. He'd recently been changed into a Pooka, which is what I was expecting to find him as. Which means...he should be back to that, now.
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Should be, yes. It's possible that the magic might have interfered with whatever otherwise changes you, but I think it more likely that he's back to whatever his 'usual' form is.
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Okay...that will at least make it easier to locate him. I was going to just look in the water again, otherwise.
[Karamatsu makes a face, gritting his teeth around thick mandibles.]
...I wish I could say this was not the usual, but even so...we both used to be human. Just...normal humans.
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[Izunia reaches up to stroke Verity's ears.]
I'd gathered as much, yes. Hardly any need to use color to distinguish when you're different sorts of creature, is there?
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Hardly. I think a lot of us expected that if we would become anything, it would be the same thing at the very least, but that is not what happened at all.
Storms are not good for me, anyway. I can handle a bit of rain, but flying in it is asking for problems. I suppose I do not have much choice for the time being.
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[He doesn't go into detail, but... It's also nice to talk to someone who gets it. He hasn't really had a lot of contact with other twins in his life.]
I think this is a climate region prone to summer storms, unfortunately. Lucky there's plenty to do inside, and a covered path to the other building should you get bored on this side.
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[That actually has him thinking, particularly now that it's becoming clearer that he's not going to actually get back to his house any time soon.]
Where do people here usually stay, by the way? In a more permanent sense, that is.
[As permanent as one can be in a place where people can probably just blip out of existence with no explanation because that's just what happens when reality is falling apart around you.]
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[Catte starts squirming in Izunia's arms, so with a sigh he bends to put her down.]
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[Far more used than he'd like by now.]
How many can each room hold?
[He asks, just on the off chance he might need, uh
room for six]
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[He underestimates the amount that 'matsus are willing to cram, admittedly.]
I imagine the androids will probably build more housing if we overflow, they've already added one building. But that would take a bit of time.
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If Choromatsu is the only one here at present, we will make do for the time being. I may ask these androids about that if they decide to show at some point, here...
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[He shrugs.]
It's rather difficult for most things to alarm me, save a particular sort of daemon towards which I have something of a phobia. I'm old and there's a wider variety of worlds in the whole of existence than I ever suspected; why should I find someone being a different sort of creature alarming, in that context?
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You know, you are right. When you get an idea of just how many worlds are out there, and what kinds of strange things could be in them...it's harder to find one thing stranger than the next.
[Though some things take the cake, at times.]
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