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modormenace ([personal profile] modormenace) wrote in [community profile] f20202020-09-07 12:14 am
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THE FRACTURED WORLD: ARRIVAL

 

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rrival for some goes all but unnoticed. It's a sudden shiver, the sensation of being watched... and then nothing at all. Life continues serenely as it always has. The only indication of any change comes with sleep, wrapped in dreams: vague and distant echo imagery of another life, melting away in the morning.

 

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or others, arrival is a sharp jolt. In the space of a single blink, they find themselves in an unfamiliar world, surrounded by the trappings of a life they have not lived. They are replacements, spirits taking possession of bodies belonging to people very much like themselves...

 

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nd for the rest, arrival is a procedure. Routine. Those ported in to the Fractured World wake hazily in the comfortably dim light of the Porter room, laid out on an exam table. Their wounds, if they remember having any, have been healed— and even those who remember their own deaths find themselves miraculously restored. As they regain consciousness, an automatic audio-visual presentation is triggered. Regardless of their backgrounds or physiology, all imPorts 'see' and 'hear' this message as if in their own language:

"Greetings, imPort."
The voice is calm and gently authoritative, almost certainly selected by committee.
"On behalf of the Synod and all imPorts it represents, we welcome you to the planet Earth."

A decidedly non-humanoid robotic arm holds out a palm-sized device and rather insistently demands the new arrival take it. This is the imPort's comm, used for accessing the Porter's database of information, as well as the communications Network— though it won't receive communications from outside the Porter building until carried through one of the many Gates set up in a long, crescent-shaped array on the far side of the room.

As each Gate is approached, information about the faction it leads to flashes up on the comm device's screen. Which will you choose?

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[personal profile] mamaterasu 2020-10-01 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
[Ammy licks over her nose, looking at Aizawa as if she were bored, and yawns right in his face in response. She doesn't doubt this guy has moves of his own, she can feel an aura about him that's strong, but she's a sassy son of a bitch, and while she doesn't care one way or another about being the top dog (heh...) on this prairie, she's also not going to let some tired, grey man tell her what for. And also threaten her with a bath. Honestly, who does he think he is? It's not like a little rain actually hurt anyone...gosh. So sensitive.

Tilting her head from side to side, the wolf flicks her ears and then turns her back to him, lifting her tail to show off, well...her fuzzy backside. Yeah. That's what she has to say, good sir.]