[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

[disreguarded]

Super don't. Go for it, dude. [ none shame all beef ]

Am I a what? [ oh. right, the whole - covered in wounds thing. ] Oh. No, a monk, actually, but same thing I guess. Why?

[ittoryu]

As a samurai, I can't help but be interested in those who seem strong!

[disreguarded]

[ she grins. ]

Yeah. I mean, you can see all these muscles, right? [ a beat. ] A samurai? Like one of those dudes with matois?

[ being friends with galo was a mistake ]

[ittoryu]

Hahaha, they're very impressive!

[he blinks.]

Matois...?

[disreguarded]

Yeah, matois. Matoi? They're like big fucking flag sticks. I think they're supposed to be for fire? But Galo used his to hit people so like, who knows.

[ittoryu]

I don't think I've seen or heard of a weapon like that...

[disreguarded]

I mean, me either. It might not even be a weapon? Galo made things up sometimes.

Anyway. What's a samurai?

[ittoryu]

Hahaha, it sounds like an interesting weapon regardless! I'd like to see one.

But you could say... we're swordsmen of the East?

[disreguarded]

I'll draw you a picture or something. [ her art skills aren't great but look. ] Of the East? East what?

[ittoryu]

Well, the eastern continent. Though that might not mean much if no such equivalent exists where you're from...

[disreguarded]

Not really? I mean, the eastern continent for me is I guess Wildemount, which is where I live.

[ittoryu]

Hm... then it's hard to explain. I suppose the simplest way of putting it is that we're swordsmen who are bound by a code of honour—although the reality is that most samurai are just glorified mercenaries!

[which he seems pretty chill about, in spite of.]

[disreguarded]

Oh, got it, so you're like paladins. [ ... kind of. ] That's kind of all I am - I mean, not a paladin, just a glorified mercenary? So hey, I guess we've got that in common.

[ittoryu]

Oh, excellent! Actually, miss, do you mind if I ask a few questions?

[disreguarded]

Uh - yeah, sure. Go for it.

[ittoryu]

Are you unmarried?

[disreguarded]

... Technically?

[ittoryu]

"Technically"...?

[disreguarded]

I mean, yeah, right this second I am unmarried.

[ittoryu]

Are you engaged, then?

[disreguarded]

[ she wrinkles her nose. ] ... Yeah, I guess so.

[ittoryu]

... Ah, I see.

[rip, there goes that attempt. though—]

You don't seem very pleased by this, though...?

[disreguarded]

It's not that I'm like, not pleased, it's just a weird situation.

It's a political marriage? [ she??? guesses??? ] Not that I don't care about him, because I do, it's just - being married is gonna be weird.

[ittoryu]

Ah, politics... Well, I hope it goes well for you, nevertheless! Marriage is a large step to take.

[disreguarded]

[ heruughghghh she doesn't want to think about being married ]

Yeah, well. Apparently nobody would take me seriously if I didn't get hitched, so. Here we are. Here's hoping.