[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

[descried]

... Well, when you put it that way, I can't tell if a month is too short or too long to be "fixed".

[bakaomi]

I'm hoping for the latter, but...

[ hm ]

We should probably prepare in case we're here for a while.

[descried]

[he sighs.]

... Not like I had anywhere to be anyway, so I guess it could be worse.

[though wow he made friends for the first time in years and he's already lost them]

Must suck for people in the middle of something, though.

[bakaomi]

[ wow friendless loser ]

Mm. Apparently time won't pass back home, but that doesn't really make you less impatient.

[descried]

Aren't people going stir-crazy here?

[bakaomi]

Probably?

[ does taka look like someone who asks other people how they're feeling ]

[descried]

[butthead]

Containing a bunch of people who may or may not have somewhere else to be sounds like a recipe for disaster. It might be a fancy prison, but it's still forced containment.

[bakaomi]

[ hmmm ]

I'm sure some things might go wrong.

[ ha... haha... ]

[descried]

I'm surprised they haven't already.

[bakaomi]

Eh. I don't talk to everyone.

[ someone else could be fucking up ]

[descried]

How many people are there, anyway?

[bakaomi]

I'm not sure.

There was twenty-something before, but with all the new people it's hard to say...

[descried]

... That's a distressingly high number but also kind of a low number if you think about it.

[bakaomi]

[ ... hm. ]

I guess so.

[ he is. comparing. ]

At first I thought maybe the first group was going to be it, but it seems not.