[mingle] the space (january).

[fracturamods]

interim mingle

( WELCOME BACK, TRAVELERS. )

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. Or did you get something back recently?

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. It might've changed since the last time you saw it.

You might have changed since the last time you saw yourself too - perhaps with a new emblem on your clothes, or a portrait on your skin.

There's no need to fret that much though. You've already gone through the ordeal once, and you might be able to see results from it. Even so, it's best that you don't get too comfortable, because there is still the unshakeable feeling:

There's still much more ahead of you.

Comments

[crudest]

No? Enough wine to fill a swimming pool sounds like a fun weekend to me - but as long as I get a free drink out of it, I guess I won't complain.

[for now, anyway?

regardless baren will follow, keeping pace and letting marshmallow walk between them, even as his hand will occasionally stray to give the dog a scritchscratch]

[quickpersuader]

So for now at least, it's being restocked regularly.

[That's good to know, although Kino isn't really the type to assume a secure food source will necessarily remain that way forever.]

I'll have to make another trip here later... Where can we cook the pizza rolls?

[quickpersuader]

I wonder if they have any good meat. Although we'd need to find something to cook that for sure...

[quickpersuader]

How mysterious.

[Looking up at the mistletoe and such again.]

But these decorations... symbolize him in some way?

[quickpersuader]

"Them?"

[Whomst.]

[quickpersuader]

[Huh.]

In what way?

[Is this a mannerisms thing or like a cultural thing.]

[quickpersuader]

It's a little vaguely worded, so I'd like to be sure of it so I don't get the wrong idea.

[crudest]

You should be - now let's get to working. I want to see how high we can get these walls.

[what kind of structural integrity does he expect this fort to have

anyway,]

I've heard of a fear or two that isn't stupid - but just those two.

[crudest]

How many people are wandering around this place again? Did anyone get a headcount?

[it's

sort of an important question but moreso-]

We should be able to get a pair for everyone if we're buying in bulk.

[osuni]

[Okuni blinks at that, but perhaps that's a valid question to ask after feeling Itaru up and demanding he answer all her fashion questions.]

No, my brother does all of the sewing.

[then... doushite.... She shakes out the sleeves of her super old-fashioned sengoku era kimono,]

Here, see? Isn't it pretty? Isn't his needlework so delicate and fine? [there's also like maybe one or two glaring holes on the hem of her dress, probably also like splattered with what suspiciously looks like blood but it's fine, it's just SPECIAL EFFECTS... PROBABLY...] Your clothes aren't so bad, but I think mine are a lot better!

[crudest]

Can you settle a long-standing pop culture debate for me?

Do they run or walk?

[he

he's pretty sure he's going to get a serious answer and he wants to bring it back for science]

[crudest]

Science.

[they can both be difficult]

ii

[deadened]

[Why does she know so many, wow. But more importantly: what are they? He hasn't seen drinks this colorful and fancy before, and he's watching them appear with as much interest as she is.]

I had n-no idea this place could do such a thing...

[What are all of these? filters out, though he doesn't seem aware of it.

Maybe he's interested in how bright they are because he's also wearing something bright? (No, he's just currently a fashion disaster.) The sleeves of his flamingo sweater are a little bulky for some reason, which doesn't help the outfit.]

[crudest]

... were you going to do a magic trick?

[just

vaguely gestures to the dropped hand]

Come on, man, I was holding my breath and everything.

[crudest]

I'll tell you if you'll not only consider it, but follow through!

Sounds like a win-win situation, right?

[n

no]

[suddenlybees]

Like, you can choose to go on the train, but you don't have to?

[ WAS THAT THE QUESTION now he's not sure if he had the wrong idea ]

[crudest]

[ITARU NO]

Not that I've seen - all I've found are these energy-restoring fruit snacks. [so like. regular fruit snacks.]

Kinda lame, right? Shouldn't they be selling like - I dunno. Lightning captured in a bottle? Speed boosts?

[baren actually doesn't game that much except for mobile games,, he's throwing out ideas at random]

b

[suddenlybees]

[ Kano nods solemnly, because there sure are a lot of dangerous in this place warranting golf clubs! The most pressing one is standing right in front of Souji, offering him a bland smile. ]

Yep, that's right! Is a bundle of golf clubs really the way to go, though? You're gonna, like, want a rope or something to keep 'em all together, probably!

[supersoldier]

[How do you know, Royce? Maybe his world is full of giants.]

You’re being purposefully stubborn.

[givethemhell]

["A little bold", says Wen Ning, not knowing what horrors await him...]

Do you think so? I guess it is a little hard to picture you wearing this. Hm, hm - then how abooout...

[RUMMAGE RUMMAGE. He pulls out, in order:
- a fuzzy white sweater with sequins in different colors
- a sparkly blue and gold shirt that looks like it belongs in a cheerleading outfit
- a sweater that says "god won't let me die" on the front, which he makes a face at
- a bomber jacket with a dog on the back, which he makes an even worse face at
- the chosen shrimpmingo.

Immediately, the stream of not this and absolutely not stops broadcasting mentally, and Wei Wuxian plucks it out with delight.]

Here! What about this one? How's this?

[givethemhell]

[FUCKIN CHRIST. For a second he considers just letting Jiang Cheng go because this is the chance to flee that he'd been looking for, but... Well, first of all, this space is stupidly small despite being vast as hell. There's no doubt they would run into each other again sooner or later. Best to get it all out of the way at the start, right?

So with a sigh, he'll chase after Jiang Cheng. He even reaches out almost reflexively to grab the sticky eyeball, but pulls his hand back just shy of touching him.]

What is it you plan on doing then? Wandering around, trying to figure out how electric lights and automatic doors work on your own?

[givethemhell]

On the count of three, then!

[Does he not realize that he can't jump if Shigure is holding onto him...]

[givethemhell]

[Life sure is different when your name doesn't inspire Fear And Loathing in the people around you, huh.]

Nope! We only just got back, actually. We were in another world before this. It's supposed to help us find our missing pieces, and I do believe at least one person got back something they had lost.

[His mind helpfully supplies a single, shuddery dog.]

—Have you seen the pillar, by the way? Been given the whole rundown?

[crudest]

[well he thought of bar nuts so i guess they're there now - but baren just snorts faintly at that]

Don't you know? Most dragons are. It's a part of being so mythical.

[haku is out there somewhere, offended]

[givethemhell]

Oh, without a doubt! There are only... [DOING SOME MENTAL MATH HRGH.] -Thirty, maybe? Can't be more than fifty, I'd say. Not really sure how many people are going to appear this time around, though.

[Said with a gentle, sloping shrug. WHO KNOWS this place is a wild mystery, he's just along for the ride and also to shove people into rollerblades.]