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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] reydacted 2020-09-12 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
I haven't had time to meet many yet.

[ On account of the whole plotting-the-High-Chancellor's-demise thing on top of other factions that have decided to stir up trouble right before what is likely going to be the most important Synod on this planet. They're on the cusp of something truly magnificent and no one has any idea.

Not yet.

Rey plays it off with another smile to Ruka. ]


And I'm hardly in a position to tell you if there's any cute boys. Maybe you should ask Kavinsky.
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[personal profile] dragony 2020-09-12 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)
No, I suppose you're not.

[ She returns that smile with something a little more blatantly teasing. ]

After marrying a man like Tony Stark, you're probably not allowed to know what a cute boy looks like, are you?

[ Old, ugly, or just controlling? It's vague enough, it could be any of those.

Whatever the meaning, though, she lets herself ease back, letting her attention seem to drift elsewhere. Better move the subject along, anyway.
]

You've been busy with everything for next week, right?