intro log.

[fracturamods]

welcome mingle

( AND SO IT BEGINS. )

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.

The place you've found yourself in is strange, certainly. It's probably worth exploring a bit. 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.

Well - that, and all the people who seem to have woken up alongside you, lost and also probably Doing Their Best™.

There's no need to fret that much though. It's hard to say exactly where you're going next, even though some places might feel a little bit more like a clue, but what you do know is one unshakeable thing:

There's still much more ahead of you.

Comments

[unmuted]

[well, intro log description, speak for yourself—taksaka can tell immediately that he's missing something.

or rather, he's un-missing something, in a way. namely, why the fuck does he have emotions again.]

welcome primer

[if you happen to be by the slab, you might notice a young teenage boy who looks decidedly not human, between the horns and set of sharp, pointy teeth.

he seem to be reading the slab, and by that i mean—]

Shorten your damn explanation! That's too many words!

the store

[outside the store, taksaka's sitting on the ground, a giant crate next to him. it's full of... milk?

actually, it's definitely milk, because taksaka's angrily chugging down each carton, one-by-one. he's accumulating quite the pile next to him.]

stop zero

[you might be minding your own business, when suddenly, there's a hand grabbing your wrist.]

Hey. How long is this going to take—

[except the thing is that he's gripping rather tightly! enough that he's probably a few steps away from breaking your wrist. he seems to realize this, as panic flickers across his face, and he lets go.]

Ah—my bad—

[and now he looks as though he's about to bolt, because he kind of feels bad and aaaah he's not used to running around with emotions and unsupervised—

aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAH]

the store

[soulburns]

Heyheyheyheyhey!

[GUESS WHO IS APPROACHING, AS PROMISED]

You can't drink all that - how much have you had?! You need to get it out of your system ASAP!!

[HE'S CLEARLY LOOKING AROUND FOR ANYTHING IN THE STORE THAT COULD HELP WITH THIS??? he might also just punch this kid in the stomach

maybe don't do that]

[unmuted]

[please do not punch taksaka in the stomach. his anger management classes (marriage) have probably not quite prepared him for that.

he just gives this weirdass stranger a long look, not sure how to handle this situation, before he just.

looks away. and downs another carton.]

stop zero

[messianic]

[Minato was just minding his own business!! Living his best Minato life!! And then suddenly there is that hand, and it's rather painful, and Minato just--

Blinks.

Because, well, it changes pretty fast, so. No reason to complain.

Another slow blink.]

It's fine. [Of course it is.] Are you okay?

[unmuted]

No.

[he's honest?]

stop zero!

[givethemhell]

[AT LEAST HE PICKED like one of the best possible people to nearly break the wrists of... With his stupid high pain tolerance, Wei Wuxian hardly looks bothered to be manhandled by a stranger beyond a brief wince, even if he's drawing his arm back once it's free. HE'S DELICATE NO BULLY.

NO RUNNING, EITHER he holds his other hand up as soon as it looks like this poor fool is getting ready to nyoom.]

Hah, it's fine, it's fine! [IS IT.] Though I don't really have an answer to your question, there. Wish I did! [He gently rubs his wrist in the meantime, but sounds good-natured when he says:] Goodness, that's quite a grip you have.

[unmuted]

... Well, if you're not hurt, then it's fine.

[feeling bad is over.]

stop zero

[amberspirit]

[If the grabbing bothers him, he doesn't exactly show it, but it does get him to stop. His eyes drop from Taksaka to his arm and up again. The arm slowly lowers by his side.]

I can't say. Be patient. [A pause.] Isn't there something you can do while you wait?

[unmuted]

[for someone who's lived since the dawn of the universe, taksaka is very, very bad at being patient.]

Like what?

welcome primer

[souheki]

[At least Taksaka isn't alone?? There's a tall man in white robes standing next to him, staring at the pillar with an expression that's almost comically serious considering what they're looking at. At Taksaka's outburst, he looks over, and though he does glance at the horns, he apparently doesn't care that much, because all he says is:]

Do you understand this language?

[HE'S FROM ANCIENT CHINA HE'S NEVER SEEN A KAOMOJI IN HIS LIFE]

[unmuted]

What don't you understand?

store.

[pseudonyms]

[...that sure is happening.]

Do you...maybe want a glass instead? I think I saw a whole shelf of them two aisles over.

[unmuted]

[...........]

Unnecessary.

[goes back to drinking]

welcome

[suddenlybees]

[ Yikes. Kano hasn't read the slab yet, but he tries to peer over Taksaka's shoulder to see— too many words, but also emojis. Cute. ]

D'you think it'll answer back? Maybe you gotta yell louder~

[unmuted]

Maybe if I break it.

stop zero

[foxweddings]

-- Do that again and I will break your wrist, along with every other bone in your body.

[So says the... geisha? Courtesan? Who even knows who this girl is, except she is dressed to the nines in a beautiful, flowing blue kimono.

Along with fox ears and a tail.

Hm. That's normal]

As for your question, I haven't the slightest idea -- oh don't go looking pathetic like that.

[Pointing at how he's about to bolt? Buddy buck up!]

[unmuted]

[... a yaksha? no, if it was another sura, they'd know him, and they would never have dared to say something like that.]

How I look is none of your business.

welcome primer

[fishingforcompliments]

[Hm. He's rather loud.

Flayn looks between him, the words on the marble column, and back to him, wracking her brains for what the trouble might be. Something occurs to her, and she claps her hands together as if she's just had a wonderful idea.]

Oh! Do you perhaps have trouble with reading? I can read it to you, if you would like.

[unmuted]

[..........]

Don't ask stupid questions. I can read.

welcome primer

[counterclocked]

[Well. Hunter doesn't respond to that outburst, but he does turn his head to look at the person who gives it - and then stares for a very long moment, because those are definitely horns and very sharp teeth.

As soon as he realizes he's been looking for a little bit too long, though, he quickly looks away, because staring is Rude.]

—Sorry. I just, I wasn't expecting... I mean, are those real? The, uh, the horns.

[unmuted]

[rip hunter]

Of course they're real. Why would I have fake horns?

the store

[wisterin]

[ Unless he can sense it and would move out the way, Shinobu pops up behind him, invading his personal space. She looks over his shoulder at his pile of milk cartons. ]

Wow, that's impressive. Is this your diet?

[ does he only drink milk ]

[unmuted]

[he gives her an annoyed look at the invasion of privacy, but.]

Am I not allowed my favourites?

the store

[survivaltricks]

[d. don't people die when they drink too much milk, uh]

. . . how about washing that down with some bread? Or water?

Or something not milk?

[unmuted]

[wow all these people concerned about him dying from milk]

No.