[mingle] the space (april).

[fracturamods]

interim mingle

( 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.

Comments

[deadened]

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.

[disreguarded]

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?

[deadened]

[nie huaisang? handling himself? if she insists... he doesn't have the insight on the guy that wei wuxian does.]

He's-- well-- [he's torn, honestly, between saying anything and not speaking ill of his young master's brother to someone he's just met...] He has his reasons... we just d-don't always get along? I don't... mind what he thinks of me, anyway.

[it's when jiang cheng's mad at wei wuxian that he has a problem.]

[disreguarded]

[ why are all of you so polite god just punch people who you disagree with?? ]

I was gonna say I don't know how someone could dislike you, since you don't seem like the kind of person that's easy to hate, but then I remembered who we're talking about. [ beau says dryly. ] It's fine. I'll find him eventually.

[ ominous ]

[deadened]

[i mean he has not punched jiang cheng but he has come after him, it's fine. wen ning flushes slightly at the compliment, but-- shakes his head.]

I-it's okay. It's not all his fault.

[he might not be the biggest fan of jc, but things... sure happened.]

I hope he doesn't give you too much trouble.

[disreguarded]

He's not gonna give me any trouble. [ beau says firmly. she knows that much. ]

Anyway. Enough about him, I'll kick his ass later. It's - weird, that I got scooped up into another place that is so similar. Like, you guys know the guys I do. What are the chances of that?

[deadened]

I think... I think the chances of a lot of strange things are higher than we ever really thought.

[he shakes his head, there, hands clasped in front of him to keep from fidgeting.]

Before we were brought here, I-- I wouldn't have thought it was possible to meet people from other worlds at all.

[disreguarded]

I mean like. Planes of existence are a thing in my world, so this wasn't... weird, I guess, like it's possible, but. You're right, I wasn't expecting anything like this exactly.

[ she feels like pacing. maybe she'll pace. ] The fucking murder mansion wasn't even really that weird, like it's basically just a big mimic with a big brain. Like a mimic and a hag had a baby.

I hope time's standing still outside of here. I promised I was gonna keep in touch. [ she holds onto the necklace again with a sigh. ]

[deadened]

I think it'll be all right. We... we have a lot to get back to, as well.

[he was pulled from a very inopportune time... if it's not standing still they'll have a lot of problems?]

What's a mimic, though...?

[disreguarded]

Oh - uh. It's a monster that pretends to be other shit. Like a chest, or a chair, or whatever. It waits for you to come up and try to use it like you might use whatever item it is, and then it eats you.

[deadened]

I-- I see. They sound terrible...

[imagine sitting down and then your chair fucking eats you? mdzs world has some wild things, but wow.]

It's... a relief to know you were all able to handle something of that size.

[disreguarded]

[ d&d monsters are the worst send tweet ]

Yeah, guess so. I've fought some crazy shit, but... that was the worst one. [ pace pace pace ] Okay, so let me get your thoughts on this one. What kind of shit do we usually lose, here? Like obviously I'm not going to be able to remember if I've forgotten stuff.

Is it all memories? Is it powers? I think I still have my ki, I don't feel like, shut off from it.

[deadened]

It's, um... it's really anything. I know I've forgotten things, but I also arrived here-- different. Not missing... powers, exactly, but not-- the same.

[he doesn't really want to explain being dead, so he's just... dodging around this one.]

I didn't have my core when I arrived either though, or my sword-- those were both returned to me.

[disreguarded]

[ she gives him a curious look at that, but. she won't press for now. for now. ]

That's good, though, that you got that shit back. Your core's important. [ she knows things! ] Can you do the surfing thing too? With your sword.

[deadened]

Surfing-?

[he blinks at the term, but there's only one thing he can really think of that people have been surprised by, when it comes to their swords.]

Oh-- using it for flight? I can, I'm just... a little bit rusty, to be honest.

[disreguarded]

Yeah, that. Jin Ling showed me how he did it and I wanted to try, but he wouldn't let me.

[ grumble. ]

[deadened]

You'd need spiritual energy to use it on your own, but... I could probably bring you with me?

[he hasn't tried it yet, but you know, it's good practice.]

[disreguarded]

Yes. [ she looks way too excited about this. ] Can we try it like, now? Maybe I can get a better view of this place if we fly.

[deadened]

Oh-- just a moment, then.

[she looks so excited, he can't possibly say no? now he just has to not fuck it up, carefully drawing the sword from its sheath and focusing; when he lets go, it leaves his hands to hover low to the ground.]

I'm more used to a bow than a sword, b-but I can still manage flying, at least...

[disreguarded]

[ she's all fucking set to get on the sword, but like what if she memshared instead? because wen ning's going to get a memory of team child leashes.

it's like half an hour of hunter and jin ling bitching at each other while beau tries to mediate. jin ling is a peacock. hunter's a zombie. beau's a zombie bird - wow i didn't realize how funny that is until right this second. they argue about a body in front of them, a can of snakes explodes and scares the shit out of jin ling, who fluffs his feathers out and screams. and then they all talk about how they're sad to the doll before the doll's eyes snap open and the memory ends with all three of these idiots screaming.

hm. beau pauses. ]

[deadened]

Wh- what was that?

[the strange doll, the-- everything. his brow's furrowed a little as he peers closer at beau, because she seems... perfectly normal, right now; on the other hand, jin ling was just some sort of peacock? what? what.]

Young master Jin was a bird...? Did things like this... happen often?

[disreguarded]

[ ugh the bird transformation sucked!! so much!! she also has no idea what wen ning saw, or at least, only vague ideas. ]

Things like what, people turning into animals? Kinda? One week we couldn't sleep at all. Another week our limbs just came off and ran away. It was all stupid.

[deadened]

You really did have a lot to deal with, there...

[a little shake of his head. murder mansion sounds Wild.]

Young master Jin was with you and... and Hunter? [a little confusion, there, because he's met hunter here? what is going on.] And the two of them were arguing, while you were trying to assist... what looked like some sort of mannequin.

[disreguarded]

Oh, shit. Yeah, that one. [ SIGH. ]

So we had these... games, I guess? That the master of the house would have us play. If we won, we'd get prizes that'd help us with various things. So I got volunteered to do one of those with the boys, and it was basically just me trying to make sure they didn't kill each other.

[ grumble. ] Jin Ling and Hunter didn't get along.

[deadened]

I- well, I don't hold anything against young master Jin, but he does seem to have... some difficulty with that.

[his brow furrows, there, frowning a little.]

But it did sound like... you got through to him, at least a little?