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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] detail 2020-09-13 12:56 am (UTC)(link)
Die, clearly. [He laughs a bit.] I'll be more careful next time. This wasn't... I lost track of time.

[He nods, taking her hand as he stands.]

Yeah sounds like a good plan. [He sways a bit as he stands, bracing his other hand in case...well in case he falls over. After a moment, his heart has calmed, his lungs are no longer in full revolt, Adam bends down and grabs his scrying bowl, tossing the water into the bushes nearby.]

Didn't think you'd be the one to find me today. [He lifts the bright orb up, tucking it carefully into his bag.] Is there something you need from me?
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2020-09-13 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
[once he's gotten his bag and items situated, she grabs his wrist and puts his arm over her shoulders to help walk him back toward the small town, her intention on getting back to the mansion at the center.]

For you to not die, for one thing. Care to keep that one in mind? Save the self-sacrificial maneuvers for when things get really dire, thank you very much.
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[personal profile] detail 2020-09-13 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, yeah you got it. [He chuckles as he puts some of his weight against her.] I was getting better at staying out there longer. Maybe I should see about getting a spotter.

[Would certainly make things easier, wouldn't it?]
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2020-09-13 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Well, I'm pleased to inform you that you need not see about it; I'll be assigning you a shadow to ensure your safety any time you're about scrying.

[because she is not going to suffer the anguish of sending a boy to an early grave just to cover her ass.]
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[personal profile] detail 2020-09-13 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
Cecelia, you don't have to do that. Really I could... ask someone. Maybe Rude.

[He doesn't mean to downplay what just happened. Though, he had assumed he had a shadow long before now.]

You really don't have to assign someone.
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2020-09-13 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
I don't have to do anything, do I? [there's a haughty note in her voice as she pushes him along.] Yet here I am, doing what needs to be done. Because, as the old saying goes, if you want something done right...
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[personal profile] detail 2020-09-22 05:45 pm (UTC)(link)
All right, all right. [He runs his fingers through his hair, shifting his weight so he isn't putting any more on Cece.]

I guess a good note. I'm able to scry longer. We're at 36 minutes before I need to come back out or someone pulls me out. I'm hoping... eventually I'll get to an hour which will let me go beyond the immediate perimeter.

I think. [He hopes.]
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2020-09-28 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)
[flatly:] Is that including or excluding the near-death seizing up?