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fracturamods) wrote in
fracturarpg2019-12-01 08:05 am
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intro log.
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.
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.

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Zombie? I suppose! [He's learned a new and vital word in this moment.] Fierce corpses are among the undead - animated bodies, but without the spiritual consciousness.
[He taps the side of his head for emphasis. The dumb kind of zombie...]
Mm, but that's more or less it, yes! Sometimes we call everything not of the living a spirit, just because it's easier to simplify for people who don't deal with these things, you know?
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[He still hasn't explained what a movie is, but in his defense he got distracted by ghosts and melons and forgot.]
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There might be one in here, right? We can go look, see if we can find it!
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[Narrator voice: it is missing this one specific thing.]
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Is this sort of thing normal where you come from, too? Stores this big with just about anything you could ask for inside of it? Haha, it's so much more convenient than marketplaces! And no one's here to trick you into buying sprouted potatoes, either - how nice.
[It's been 13+ years and he STILL REMEMBERS YOU, POTATO MAN.]
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[He's slowly narrowing down on what time period WWX is probably from, but then he gets distracted by potatoes.]
Wait, someone did that to you? That sucks.
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[HE'S AMAZED...
ALSO YEAH. YEAH. Let him TELL YOU about his fuckin POTATO ADVENTURES.]
Isn't it just the worst? How terrible! There I was, obviously a man with no money - did you know I was called Brother Poor? Isn't that just the saddest thing? Anyway! There I was, just trying to get some potatoes for supper that night. No radishes! Only potatoes! And yet, the only potatoes being sold were sprouting already. So I said I'd take them, but only at a discount! And would you believe it? He wouldn't even give me that!
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People called you Brother Poor? That's awful!
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When it comes down to it, kids are the most merciless and brutal of all, aren't they?
[Betrayed by his own fuckin A-Yuan.]
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[It's a joke, but like, from firsthand experience he isn't that wrong. It's been a wild day!! So he's moving on quickly.]
Did you end up changing his mind?
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Who, the potato seller? Nope! Isn't that just the worst? I'd never patron his cart again if I could help it, but Yiling isn't the biggest city and there's only one real marketplace.
[A sigh! His life is so hard.]
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[Very solemnly.]
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[Then Wen Qing wouldn't have had to threaten his pathetic life!!]
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[he's going to show him a whole new world... of junk food]
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I don't mind at all! Lead the way.
[He will follow and try not to get distracted by every other item they walk past.]
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[Snacks, snacks... Off they go to make bad food decisions. Once they reach that aisle, he's gesturing towards the huge bags of various kind of food.]
Does anything look good?
[He says, as if WWX is going to recognize anything that's there.]
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What are these supposed to be? Weird carrots?
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[He's just snatching a bag and pulling it open, before holding it out to him.]
Try one. They're pretty spicy, though, fair warning.
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[BOY DOES HE and he immediately grabs a fuckin handful like a demon, though it's mostly to look them over more carefully. They really do look like... little weird mutant carrots.
After a second of consideration, he shoves a few into his mouth. The texture seems to surprise him as he bites down.]
—They're crunchy? But light...! I've never had anything like this before!
[If they're spicy, though, he sure shows zero signs of reaction.]
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[Eat more than a few at a time, he's about to say, but when he doesn't show any signs of Spicy Food Pain:]
...Dude. How are you doing that? Were you born without taste buds?
[He's so strong!!]
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[HE SAYS AS HE STUFFS A FEW MORE INTO HIS STUPID FACE. He's the worst kind of gremlin, one covered in cheeto dust.]
I guess I'm just used to spicier foods?
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[Come to think of it, though! He reaches towards the bag, pulling a few out. Words spoken seconds before disaster!!]
I guess they aren't as bad as I thought.
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But nah.]
They're not! Very salty, though. I'm not sure what the flavor is supposed to be, either... Just "spice"?
[He's still eating them though??]
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[He'd ordinarily say more, but he's a trusting fool, which is why he's immediately popping a few into his mouth and
starting to cough almost immediately. Between wheezes:]
They're not spicy?!
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Ah— Oh, dear. Hold on! [REACHES OVER TO WHAP HIS BACK A FEW TIMES with his cheeto dusty fingers...]
Are you going to be alright there? Should I go get you some water?
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