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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?
----
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?
----
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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1/2
[ Yeah, enjoy the fact that he's looking you up and down in a clearly shocked manner? ]
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You look fantastic for your age.
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[Did he just...? Yeah he sure did.
Aiden has obtained a memory of Fingerguns from an Old Man.]
More seriously, I spent most of that as an incorporeal spirit, so I'm looking a lot better these days than I was until quite recently.
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That... sure is going to be a thing to remember for the rest of his days???? ]
I see...
[ A breathless sort of almost-laugh escapes. ]
And here I thought the matter of my own appearance versus actual age was annoying to deal with.
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[ That gets a clueless look......... ??????? ]
What does age have to do with.........?
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Most people's eyesight starts to degrade past a certain age. Last time I needed glasses in my mid-fifties.
[How do you... not know this...?]
cw: suicide/murder
[ His brow tenses a little. ]
Most people either commit suicide or are murdered before they get any older than their early forties.
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I lived to 74 before complications of my magic claimed my life, and that magic significantly shortened my life. Without the bond to the crystal, I probably would have lived at least another ten years if not more.
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And that's... such a long life. But this is a different world that Izunia is referring to, isn't it? A different world, different life... In some ways, he's almost jealous of the concept itself - in other ways, he doesn't even want to imagine having to live that long. ]
That's pretty incredible... [ hint of a softened smirk ] I thought twenty-six was a long time, as it was, but... you have me feeling young.
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... holy shit... ]
Was your brother... an incorporeal spirit for most of it, too, then...? Or...
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[The awkwardness and conflicted emotions the subject brings up would be obvious even to someone without empathy powers. The gladness that colors his last statement is genuine, at least, but there's also a deep undercurrent of pain and regret.]
Most of the people here are in their teens or twenties, though. There's few that reach even our physical age.
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But that's not his business... ]
I'm glad he is.
[ For a. lot of reasons. But he shakes his head. ]
Guess that's why it didn't feel strange to me. I did see some ages on the profiles in that last world that I didn't think much of at the time. A lot of the other details [ such as in his own profile ] didn't make sense to me, to begin with, so...
[ He shrugs. ]
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I don't think we have any records of the sort here save for medical. I can only imagine how confusing some of them would wind up being.
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Instead, he glances to the side, expression conflicted for just a moment. ]
Yeah, especially when they apparently know more about some of the people they're kidnapping, than each of said kidnap victims know about their own lives.
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[So you know that's not pleasant.
His expression softens.]
If there is something that weighs on you, you can speak it. Now or any time.
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[ Yep, that definitely sounds angry. He's angry.
... Until he hears the last part. ]
Huh? You don't even know me... So why would you...?
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[Well that's short and to the point. But at the confused question, his face softens a little.]
I don't believe in needing a reason. I'll extend a hand to anyone who needs it, whatever dark place they're coming from. That's simply the way I live.
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Before Fayflower, I would have just told you you're crazy.
[ More like, he would have just glared at this guy and told him to stop fucking with him. Instead... he releases a quiet sigh and shakes his head. ]
... But, thanks. I'll keep that in mind.
[ ... as he continues to fumble through so many of these interactions. It's weird to think that there's a guy who genuinely seems interested in just... listening... ]
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As far as Izunia's emotions indicate, though, the offer is nothing but genuine. Though they're a bit dull to the brightness of the smile he puts on for Aiden; he's putting on a show about it in a way obvious to any empath.]
I'm almost certainly mad to some degree, I'm sure, but that's likely not what you meant.
[Intense smile.]
No obligation to take up the offer, of course.
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Considering how old you are, I'd be more surprised if you weren't at least a little crazy by now.
[ Even as he nods, he still seems a little conflicted and confused during his response to the latter part. Maybe, if he manages to stay here longer than a week, he'll finally grow to understand some of these people...? ]
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[DON'T LOOK SO CHIPPER ABOUT IT IZUNIA...]
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At least you own it.
[ While glancing to the side a moment, he gives a thoughtful hum. ]
I'm guessing you were headed somewhere, though. And I probably should eat something before it gets too late.