[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

[lightmage]

I... Feel as if it would be wiser to dedicate my energy towards finding a way home.

[ But she sounds pretty hesitant because it's not like she knows how to even go about that. ]

[crudest]

[His thoughts spill out without his permission -

On a train that goes in circles? By trying to communicate with our emoji-happy disembodied voice that leaves us on read? With a thoughtful hop into the void and then just falling forever until you hit the next pathway? There aren't even any extra exits in this store, or any maps, clocks, Or wi-fi to tell us where we are or what year it is.

But all he says is:]

Oh yeah? How?

[lightmage]

[ Lux winces. F...... Fair. ]

I don't know. But it feels strange to set aside something so pressing for... A project.

[ And honestly she's still unclear on what the project is. How sad. ]

[crudest]

Then... Consider it lending a hand to someone who's looking for help - and then regrouping so that you can have more brain power to look for more exits later, yeah?

[that sounds like the type of think that'd appeal to nice people, so baren tosses out the concept]

You'll wear yourself out if you keep moving forward without a plan.

[lightmage]

[ She cracks a small smile at that. To her it seems like a very transparent answer. Nice words that don't actually mean much - they just serve a direct goal.

But they're also not wrong. ]

I... Suppose so.

[ And so - Lux goes and grabs a couple of pillows, too. ]

[crudest]

Take it easy - no immediate danger, no problem.

[Says someone who's done the exact same rounds of looking for an escape but - oh well. Regardless he turns to her and winks to punctuate the end of his sentence.]

Name's Baren. I appreciate the hand.

[lightmage]

[ Lux blinks. She is really not sure how to even take things like being winked at. What does it mean......... ]

I'm Luxanna.

... May I ask what I'm lending a hand with?

[crudest]

[It means that Baren's a slut but at least he's on good behavior - anyway.

He's just going to beam as they turn the corner and there is honestly a decent pillow fort in the works. And by 'decent' I mean 'strangely intricate and large, like it's more of a pillow mansion than a fort.']

This!

[lightmage]

[ ....... but why ]

That's rather childish, don't you think?

[crudest]

[why not]

I guess, but it'll be more fun later than not having a pillow fortress.

[lightmage]

[ Hrm. She can't argue with that, and she has no idea how to reply to it, but...

She goes to try and... Stack her pillows onto the fort to help, anyway. She does not appear to really know how to make a pillow fort, though, so it's not. Helpful. ]