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

[merrygopound]

[ A. El slab ]

[ This is a tiny girl staring at the slab and looking more and more irritated the more she reads it. But she does at least wait to finish reading it before she cracks her... knuckles...????? ]

Calling me broken... all right, fine!! You'll be the broken one in the end, you stupid piece of metamorphic calcite!

[ Mizuki. Mizuki, no. ]


[ B. La store ]

[ There's a dumbbell. It's in the exercise equipment area, or it was, except now this 250-pound and stupidly large dumbbell is coming your way!

Weird.

Weirder still is when it gets closer and you see the skinny pair of yellow-clad arms around it, and then Mizuki herself peers out at you. ]

Hey. You haven't seen any ramen packs around here, have you?

[ No, apparently she's not mentioning the obvious here. ]

a.

[messianic]

[Oh my god Mizuki no.

Uhhh.

He doesn't reach to try to stop her or anything, but he does like...quietly speak up.]

Excuse me... Are you going to punch that rock slab?

[merrygopound]

I don't have a pipe with me, so my only other option is kicking it.

[ Uh-huh. ]

[messianic]

[Uh... huh..... logically...]

... It looks pretty solid. Are you going to be okay if you do?

b

[suddenlybees]

N...o.

[ Is this the wrong answer and Kano's going to get a dumbbell dropped on his head for being disappointing? ]

You're sorta in the wrong section for that~ Ramen's no fun to eat if it's all smashed though!

[ He is going to give her the benefit of the doubt and pretend that dumbbell is for smashing up the ramen block into smaller pieces for ease of cooking. ]

[merrygopound]

[ That's very sweet of you, Kano.

Mizuki, however, is just giving him a very flat look but not committing murder. ]

I meant, like. In the store. None of these sections make any sense, location-wise.

[suddenlybees]

[ Great, as long as there's no murder until day two, Kano is okay with that, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets and rocking back on his heels. ]

Haha, it's supposed to be like that, right? Gotta get all the customers lost, and then they walk around and buy up all sorts of stuff in the meantime! Getting in and out in five minutes is a big no-no~

b!

[givethemhell]

[Sometimes an ancient rickety old fool doesn't know what the fuck a dumbbell is, but it's fine, they're all doing fine here. RAMEN PACKS, THOUGH... He glances upward in thought, tapping his chin. Ramen packs, ramen packs-- Now that he's thinking about it, didn't he pass something that said ramen earlier? Maruchan something??]

--The little square things? About this big, covered in the crinkly-sounding stuff? [HOLDING HIS HANDS OUT ramen pack size.] I have! They're over this way - I can show you, if you'd like!

[He's perfectly fine with abandoning his cart full of melons, he doesn't expect anyone else to have any interest in pilfering them.]

[merrygopound]

[ Mizuki blinks, scrutinizing him as one would scrutinize any random stranger with a ridiculous long-ass ponytail, but. Well. He is helping, so she bobs her head in a nod. ]

Yeah, thanks!

a

[amberspirit]

It won't do any good.

[His voice is firm, but level and softer. He hasn't made any attempt to stop her physically, however. Instead, he stands a few feet away in some of the shards of colorful light.]

The pillar is magical, and it fixes itself when it is broken.

[merrygopound]

[ Mizuki turns to look at him, a myriad of colors sparkling on her face and revealing a glossy sheen of frustration in her eyes. ]

... Seriously? [ It's a low, dispirited mumble-- she's not calling him a liar, but she can't even take out her anger on this stupid chunk of rock and it's left with nowhere to go except back inside of her. ]

a

[souheki]

[WHY ARE THERE SO MANY CHILDREN HERE AND WHY ARE ALL OF THEM INSANE

At least Lan Wangji has plenty of experience dealing with... hotheaded children... he doesn't lay a hand on her shoulder or anything, but he does shake his head a little, moving slightly between her and the pillar.]

Do not injure yourself.

[merrygopound]

I'll be fine. Something like this won't hurt me.

[ She's not wrong. ]

b

[spitefires]

[ in the state he's in, he should realistically be more careful about any incoming threats. the strangeness of a moving dumbell before he realizes someone is attached to it keeps him where he is, though.

someone is holding onto it. lio blinks, a little jarred. ramen. ]

I know where the food aisle is. [ but aside from that: ] You shouldn't be carrying this. It could be dangerous.

[merrygopound]

Dangerous?

[ Slowly, her head tilts, ponytail spilling forward. ]

It's okay. I won't hit anyone with it.

b

[fishingforcompliments]

Ramen...?

[Well, that's a no.]

I have not, but perhaps I could help you search?

[...]

Would it be easier if you set that down, first?

[merrygopound]

It's okay, I've got a good grip on it! I won't let it fall.

[ She'd do a thumbs up if she could. ]

a

[wisterin]

[ To be honest, Shinobu can't completely disagree with Mizuki's sentiment. In fact, she agrees with it, but.... ]

Miss, wouldn't it be better to find out who wrote it?

[merrygopound]

... Absolutely.

[ SHE'S READY TO MAIM. ]

a

[foxweddings]

... Are you really going to try and start a fight with an inanimate object?

[I mean this lady wearing a sombrero isn't going to stop her at all, for the record. She just wants to know if she's getting a show or not]

[merrygopound]

I'd respect it more if it did fight back.

[ Screw you, slab. ]

A

[undeserved]

[ hmm. Should she say something to stop this human from hurting herself, or would it be presumptuous to tell a human to do anything, even in an attempt to be helpful? 2B worries over this conflict for a good few seconds before giving in and piping up. ]

Wait.

[merrygopound]

... For what?

[ ... Why on earth is this lady wearing a blindfold. Is this something like the videos Date will watch on his computer sometimes? ]

b

[soulburns]

[ . . . . . ]

Is that how you got so strong?

[ramen.......

he's serious, unfortunately]

[merrygopound]

... No. I was born like this. But I got some training so I knew how to defend myself.

[ A blink. ]

Is it really that weird?