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( WELCOME BACK, TRAVELERS. )

There's nothing but the clatter of train tracks, and the odd feeling of almost floating.

When you wake, it's hard to tell exactly what it is that you're missing - only that you are. There are pieces that aren't quite right, even if you're not sure where those pieces would normally be. Pieces of what, exactly....? Well, if you had to put a word to it, it would be - yourself, probably. Or did you get something back recently? In addition, characters will find that they've been allowed to bring back souvenirs from this most recent trip - trinkets, nothing violent, but items that can fit in your character's pockets, whether that be sentimental or otherwise.

The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. For those who have been here a while, they might notice some expansions. Though it just as easily seems that the only form of welcome or explanation that you have, comes from nothing more than a slab of marble.

It might've changed since the last time you saw it. Today it reads:

(*´ω｀)o That wasn't so bad, was it?
Hey, you know how that old song goes?
Do you believe in magic? (☆▽☆) Do ya?

Hope you found what you were looking for!

You might have changed since the last time you saw yourself too - perhaps with a new emblem on your clothes, or a portrait on your skin. In addition to that, it seems like Home Base is on the fritz again…?

It seems that suddenly and at random, characters will be able to suddenly see visions of memories that aren't their own flash before their eyes. Pieces of your lives or where you were before this will suddenly slam into other's heads, as clearly as if they experienced the event and the feelings themselves. You might have an inkling of where your memory went and what it was - but you'll need to talk it out with that person in order to recollect it in all its strength back to yourself. Don't you want to keep those precious parts of yourself? It's best if you don't fall more to pieces while you're here. (Memories that have been lost in fragments cannot be sent to others - that's more fun for the future!)

There's no need to fret that much though. You've already gone through the ordeal once, and you might be able to see results from it. Or maybe you'll get a glimpse of where you're going next. Even so, it's best that you don't get too comfortable, because there is still the unshakeable feeling:

There's still much more ahead of you.

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[ THAT'S ALARMING. beau slams the cabinet she was digging through shut, and immediately straightens. ]

How long? What do you guys know so far? [ she sort of... gives him a once over. he just. has a familiar vibe to him, weirdly enough. ] What day is it?

Know-? Well, we... we don't really know when it is. There's not much of w-weather or anything, here.

[a little shake of his head. he's still keeping his distance, a bit.]

But every so often, more people arrive, a-and we've been sent to a couple of different places. Different worlds. Some of us... adjust to them. Forget we aren't really from there, sort of like-- living a different possible life, I think?

[a beat, and:]

There are... things we can't remember, too. That we lost.

[ that's different. she adjusts the beanie on her head. ]

... Okay. [ she says, slowly. ] And what, is the motive that we're supposed to kill to get those things back? I'm not missing anything, as far as I can tell.

Wh-what? No-- well, not most of the time...

[hm. he looks a little sheepish, almost, slightly uncomfortable.]

The first place we went after I arrived here... there were opposing criminal families, so it-- got a little violent. And the last one was a school for assassins. I heard they aren't all like that, though... mostly I think we're just supposed to experience things? But I don't think any of us h-have died for good.

[ frown. ]

Doesn't mean anything. [ the ghosts in the mansion weren't dead for good either, but they could've been. ] Something's probably feeding on you guys like it was for us.

You guys don't have hosts? Just the pillar. I didn't see any rules on it.

Feeding...? If it were doing that, then why would we be getting anything back-?

[one hand unconsciously falls to the fancy-looking sword at his hip, his brow furrowing. it's not as fancy as jin ling's was, but it'll probably seem like a similar style to her.]

But no, there's only... the pillar. We receive messages, sometimes.

[ wtf. sword. she zeroes in on that - actually, she hops off the counter. ]

We got stuff back too. For guessing right. [ hm. she's staring at his sword... and his robes. ] What kind of messages - actually, fuck, you know what. What's your name? Sorry. Just - trying to understand what we're up against this time.

[ she thought she was going to get to go home. ]

Guessing...? We don't have anything like that here.

[my ass forgot to specify he doesn't have the robes in his icons BUT he's probably dug up the closest possible thing he could get at not-costco, it's fine. he's doing his best. he's possibly tried to make some.

he blinks when she asks his name, though, looking slightly startled as he realizes he hasn't offered it yet.]

F-forgive me, I didn't... my courtesy name is Wen Qionglin, but most use Wen Ning.

[he gives her a bow, there, hands clasped in front of him.]

[ close enough!! look he gives off mdzs vibes is what i'm saying here. ]

No, don't apologize. I should've asked, that's what polite people do. [ she says, like it's some sort of foreign concept. ] Courtesy name, huh.

[ you know, I don't think beau ever once used jin ling or nie huaisang's courtesy names, oops. ] Is it fine to call you Wen Ning? I don't wanna like, fucking overstep anything, you know.

And - my name's... [ a pause, as she thinks about it, and then: ] Nie Beauregard, but honestly just call me Beau.

[that's fine because jin ling doesn't like his and we only have one of huaisang's names anyway, tbh.]

I-it's fine, really-! I'm more used to it.

[sometimes the world has just collectively decided you're going by your birth name forever. he blinks at her name, though, looking her over a little curiously.]

Nie...? [she's not from their sect if she's unsure about names, probably, so-- it's likely a coincidence. hm. a little shake of his head.] Ah- I'm sorry, it's just that we have a family by the same name, back home.

[ she shifts, watching him closer. ]

Do you? I'm kind of not surprised. You remind me a bit of... well, I don't know, you just have that vibe. [ she... is trying to remember what she's heard. pretty sure she never heard about the wens. anyway she's uncertain because she's still not sure if she deserves to fit in there but whatever it's fine. ]

It's a new name for me. I guess I'm - [ a beat, then: ] Well, the Sect Leader asked me to be part of his family, so I said yeah.

Oh-! You know Sect Leader Nie, then...? I'm afraid we haven't met much, so I'm not very familiar, but...

[a hum, a little smile.]

If he asked you something like that, I-I'm sure he thinks highly of you. How, um, how did you meet?

[if there are other modaos running around places, he sure doesn't know about it, please explain.]

[ well, wen ning, that's a bit of a long story ]

We both got thrown into a sentient murder mansion that eats people's souls because it can. It took us like, a month and some change, but we managed to kill it and free everybody. Us and like, thirty other people.

[ less long when you put it like that but ]

A- a what-?!

[hello?! he looks so alarmed at the very thought, eyes wide, stepping a little closer reflexively.]

And you freed everyone only to be brought here...? I'm-- I'm sorry. That he's not here, as well. There are a few of us from our world, but he's never been one of them.

[ IT'S FINE it's a super distressing place, so the reaction is warranted. she folds her arms. ]

Of fucking course he hasn't. That's my luck, isn't it. [ she kicks one of the cabinets, and then hoists herself up to sit on top of one of them. ] I recognize people, they don't fucking know who I am. There's people who know my friends but not my actual friends.

[ it's like she's cursed. she reaches up to hold onto the beanie on her head, trying to - draw comfort? maybe. ]

Who else is here? I don't recognize your name, sorry.

...it must be hard. It's a lot to... to be burdened with, on top of being brought here.

[wen ning gives her a sympathetic look, there, but he continues to just sort of. hover around here, rather than settling in anywhere.]

But I'm- not very surprised he wouldn't have mentioned me. [for more reasons than the fact they just never really met.] Besides myself, there's young master Wei Wuxian, young master Lan Wangji-- um, he might have referred to him as Hanguang-jun. [a slight pause, there.] And, ah. Sect Leader Jiang Cheng.

[ she thinks maybe before the mansion she might have bristled at the sympathy, but. now it feels kind of nice to be understood. she sighs, glancing away.

until that last name. she looks at wen ning sharply, immediately. ]

-- Wait, Jiang Cheng is here? [ KILL BILL SIRENS ]

H-he is. Did you hear much about him-?

[because, hm, that sure is a reaction-- he didn't think sect leader nie had anything against jiang cheng??]

[ she SCOWLS. ]

Fucking - sort of. I saw him. His nephew had some memories of him that make me real fucking eager to meet him.

His n-- young master Jin was there?!

[WOW HE'S ALARMED ALL OVER AGAIN, jin ling is maybe the worst of the juniors to be stuck in a murderhouse? well, lan jingyi might be trouble too, but not as much as jin ling.]

Was he all right?

[ wow maybe she bristles a little!! WHERE'S ALL THE CONCERN FOR HER FAKE BOYFRIEND HUH

but she huffs: ]

He's fine. Survived the whole thing, came out of it with a girl he's dating.

A girl...?

[what? hello? jin ling managed that??

...he smiles a little, there, calmer after hearing he was all right.]

I think that-- will be good for him. [it's good to know jin ling made those kinds of connections. but also, considering how nie huaisang was last time wen ning saw him:] Um, was Sect Leader Nie all right as well...?

Yeah, somehow a girl. [ i still can't believe jin ling is the only one other than like mammon and melt to be successful. this is terrible. her expression softens a bit at wen ning's question, though.

+10 approval. ]

Yeah. He's okay. Me and him looked out for each other and he lived the whole time too. I was gonna go stay with him, after I took care of some shit at home.

I--I'm glad he had someone looking out for him. He seemed like... he would need it.

[he acted like he was dying after getting stabbed in the leg a little bit, murder mansion seems like a very bad place for that type. maybe it'll be good for him to have someone around too?

but, also:]

If you wanted to speak to Sect Leader Jiang, though, I... I'm afraid I can't help much. We don't-- he doesn't really speak to me.

Yeah, well. He can handle himself, but I'm there when he can't.

[ also: beau scowls again because JIANG CHEEEEENNNNNGGG ]

I don't want to speak with him so much as I want to let him view my fists real close up. [ sniff. ] Is he fucking rude to you too?

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