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.

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[soulburns]

[ I. THE CENTER ]

[at the welcome primer, you might see someone trying so very hard to scratch out part of the Welcome Primer! you might also hear his annoyed huffs of breath when he doesn't make it anywhere - or once he actually chips a part off, he celebrates—]

Yosh!! Almost—Geh?!

[—only to realize that after looking away, the entire thing is fixed again. the sound that leaves him can only be described as a roar before he CHARGES on his way back out of this damn place -

and then later returns with a box full of 250 crayons.

he's taking a red one and trying to scribble right over the Welcome Primer again and if you take a closer look this time -

he's definitely trying to scribble out where it says Murder!

apparently.... that is what he takes issue with here]

Ah, what should I put instead... Eat Pizza...? Laugh... Cry... Eat pizza....

[ II. THE TRAIN ]

[no one asked for this big ol' bara to be patrolling the trains, but here he is!! there seems to be some type of blocky gun at his hip, but he's not actually reaching for it juuuust yet. that's nice. he's doing his good boy duty of making sure that there's no CRIMINALS or ASSHOLES on board this train.

though when he sees YOU probably somewhere down the aisle, he'll offer up a grin that he hopes is reassuring]

Oi! Maybe the next stop's yours?

[he does not know this for sure

he does not even know where they're going

he's just making conversation on this crazy floating train]

the train!

[givethemhell]

[HE IS BOTH A CRIMINAL AND AN ASSHOLE! What are you gonna do, arrest him!!

Actually, he isn't made nervous by this patrolling bara at all and doesn't seem to take note of the blocky gun, probably because he has never seen one wholeass gun in his goddamn life. Instead, he just offers a grin and also whatever snack he's pilfered from the snack booth!]

Maybe so! I don't think I'd mind staying here for a little longer, though. Here - have you tried one of these yet?

[They're pizza rolls in a little cup.]

[soulburns]

[oh shit]

That smell - is that pizza?!

[HE'S IMMEDIATELY DISTRACTED FROM HIS PATROL and heading over to grab one out of it]

Ahhh, thanks!! Patrolling when you don't know up from down really works up an appetite, you know? You seem to really be making yourself at home, though.

[givethemhell]

I have no idea! [WHAT'S A PIZZA.] They're very good, though. Just be careful - they're hot on the inside!

[Guess who absolutely found that out the hard way??

Burnt mouth aside, he'll just path the stool next to him, inviting Galo to come join him in his leisuring.]

No point in not, right? It's much better to be comfortable with your surroundings! Anyway - if you're tired from patrolling, you should take a little rest and enjoy some snacks with me.

i. center

[osuni]

[Has Okuni been watching Galo's fruitless endeavor this whole time? yea

She perks up when he comes back with that box of 250 crayons though, because what's this? what's he going to do?]

Oh! [she sees now! he's scribbling the word Murder over!!] I like that! You're trying to make it stand out more, right? You're using red because it's the color of blood, right?

[yea]

[soulburns]

Ha - nooooo!!

[HE LOOKS DISTRAUGHT OVER THIS and he's going to get the crayon box]

No murder!! Crossing it out! What's a better color - black?! But it doesn't pop as much as the red....!! That's not cool at all! Just creepy!

[there's so many exclamation points in this tag]

[osuni]

[there are so many...

Okuni takes this opportunity to try and stick a hand in Galo's crayon box oh god i just wrote that I MEAN THIS LITERALLY,]

Let me see! I'll pick for you.

[she doesn't even know what crayons ARE AND SHE'S TRYING TO GRAB ONE!!]

the center

[souheki]

[Okay, so, normally Lan Wangji would put a stop to this because he's supposed to be a Role Model and vandalism is prohibited, but like. He's 99% certain this isn't going to stick anyway and everyone reacts to stress differently, so if this is going to make him feel better, then sure, why not. It's probably better than whatever Wei Wuxian is currently doing anyway]

Perhaps simply "eat".

[he doesn't know what a "pizza" is, other than it sounds like something he has no desire to put in his mouth, and it's important to be inclusive]

[soulburns]

Laugh! Cry! Eat!

[he turns back to lwj and

gives him a thumbs up]

I like the way you think, guy.

[souheki]

[YOU'RE WELCOME, OTHER GUY. It's a good motto!! CLEAR, CONCISE, easy to clean up off of vandalized pillars

He just nods in return, since even though he probably doesn't understand the gesture, he gets the general... vibe... GOD. He's also just going to... stand back and wait to see if the pillar fixes itself again; in the meantime, he looks back at the rest of the crayons.]

May I?

center

[suddenlybees]

[ Kano tries to sneak a pink crayon out of the box to stick in his pocket. It's not like he needs it, but just the fact that it's there. ]

Hm... Tough choice! They're all such good options~ But of the three... How 'bout laughing and crying while eating pizza? There's surely an opportunity for all three!

[soulburns]

[enjoy your pink crayon, kano, galo doesn't notice at all]

Oohh, that's a good suggestion!!

[IS IT]

Those kinds of moments are my favorites!

[what kinds of moments are those]

[suddenlybees]

[ +1 pink crayon added to his inventory. Either this will become very important at some point, or I'm going to immediately forget it exists. ]

Right, right? Those sorts of times where you laugh so hard you cry~ They're good memories!

[ That he's never had, but he's praying that's what Galo means. ]

Center

[foxweddings]

-- Oh look at that. It says "murder".

[SO SAYS THE BINCH WHO WAS WATCHING HIM THE ENTIRE TIME]

Hmph, how dare you try to censor the message.

[soulburns]

Gah—

[HE'S GONNA TRY TO COVER THE WORD WITH BOTH OF HIS HANDS]

C'mon, we at least gotta try to keep people from getting any ideas!!

the center

[fishingforcompliments]

"Pizza"...? What sort of delicacy is that?

[If he's talking about eating it, it must be good!

...Flayn was going to do the responsible thing and try to read up on the welcome primer, but now she's distracted by food.]

[soulburns]

Oh it's the best! When you get just the right crunch from the crust, and the melty goodness from the cheese - couple it with just the right toppings and bam! What more could you even want out of life?!

[he's

also distracted from his mission, turning over to face her]

Let's get a bite to eat after this, little miss! I'm staaaarved.

the center. naruto runs at you.

[genrouzan]

[ well. you can't fault this guy's determination to stamp out All Murder with the use of crayons only.

he picks up a black crayon from the box and looks at it. ]

What about murder in self-defence, does that get wiped out in red-- [ uh ] -- crayon too?

[soulburns]

Why do you have to murder? Can't you just beat them up and arrest them?

[does it look like there's a prison here, galo]

train

[wisterin]

[ She smiles at him, her eyes breezing over his gun before focusing on him properly. ]

It could be yours, too. Do you know where the train is heading?

[soulburns]

No idea.

[PLAINLY]

But I think I'm pretty far from home...? There's an airport, but none of the planes are even going to Promepolis!

the center

[survivaltricks]

[leaning over Galo's shoulder like a RUDE JERK, just watching him scribble over the word "murder."]

[and then he offers a helpful suggestion]

Laugh. . . cry. . . pet a cat?

Dance like the dancers in the Single Ladies music video?

[questionably helpful]

[soulburns]

[he writes 'pet a cat' actually. that's there, scrawled in red crayon now

he looks like he's going to write the second one but then he's

actually going to pause and turn to akira]

Dude.

You just have that dance memorized?

the center

[undeserved]

[ she enters well after he does - not until after he's got his box of crayons and is making his best efforts to alter the sign. The clicking of her heels against the floor is impossible to miss; however, she hangs back rather than approach too closely.

A human - she assumes. She's still not sure how to confront one. Especially now that she knows the truth about them. But, for better or worse, her programming dictates a certain behavior of respect and deference, even if her personal thoughts aren't quite there yet. ]

... Excuse me. [ her voice is even, despite everything. ] What are you doing?

[soulburns]

Eh?

[he's distracted then - and he'll glance back over his shoulder to her, the red scrawl over the word 'Murder!' disappearing a soon as he's not focusing on it]

Oh! I was just trying to improve some of the instructions we've been given! This thing [he knocks his knuckles against the marble] had some really nasty stuff written on it!