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fracturarpg2019-12-01 08:05 am
fracturamods) wrote in fracturarpg2019-12-01 08:05 am
Entry tags:
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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[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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N-No, I'm okay. I just wasn't expecting... They really didn't seem spicy to you at all?
[He has Trust, mostly because it seems hard to fake that kind of reaction. Or non-reaction, as it were.]
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Not at all, nope! Granted, I haven't run into any spicy dish that's managed to best me yet, so maybe my judgment was a little off...
[Spice and alcohol! Two terrible tolerances to have, but perfect for a gremlin!]
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[He's rubbing his hands together for a moment to rid them of spicy cheeto dust, and then:]
Anyways... Better than carrots?
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[He does and he knows it, god, what a shit. He's still munching on these cheetos though, so that's probably a good enough answer?!]
Hm... They're a pretty close tie, actually! I'd say they would win, but there are some dishes with carrots that are really hard to beat.
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[What is he basing that on? A mystery.]
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[Can't believe Hunter will be the last person to know him before he's killed by all the junk food he decides to consume en masse today.]