[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

[woooosh]

Ah, the constant companion of mortals all across the skies! Would you not want to feed them the same quality food that you yourself eat?

[The dogs on the Grandcypher get top-quality meals, at least. Grimnir spreads out the rest of his spoils—a family pack of Twinkies, Hostess cupcakes, and an extra large bag of some heinous niche ingredient snack chip—right next to his 8 cans of spam. It is the most hideous feast known to mankind.]

Is there something you would like of mine in exchange? I don't know what any of this is, but doesn't it look like it might be fun to eat?

[He may be a little creature but he is just so excited to have someone to talk about weird mortal customs like eating with.]

[supremity]

[ A very, very slow blink is his only reply at first, and he just stares down at him and the collection of things spread out across the counter before them. Hideous, truly. He's very rarely seen worse, and he grew up starving on the streets. ]

Generally, no. [ Especially since he doesn't have to eat. ] Though, I suppose I wouldn't want to subject them to these canned foods, myself.

[ What the fuck are Twinkies. He picks up the box just to Look at it, because, really, it looks like a sweet of some kind? But what a strange thing. ]

By all means, you're the one that gathered these spoils - don't wait for me to try them.

[ Be the guinea pig. ]