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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] mycrosstobear 2020-09-15 11:16 pm (UTC)(link)
That's unexpected. The wolf yelps and jumps backwards, dropping the bag that was in his mouth.

An imPort. Of course, that's his luck.
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2020-09-15 11:24 pm (UTC)(link)
"That's right," she breathes, pushing away from the trunk, keeping her arm extended with that flame burning. "No surprise moves, creature; I'm not out to do you harm, so long as you're not out for me...

"Now..."

She takes a step forward, leaning forward a bit to peer.

"What do you...have a hold of...?"
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[personal profile] mycrosstobear 2020-09-16 09:15 pm (UTC)(link)
Shit. He should have stashed the bag as soon as he heard someone. Too impatient.

He doesn't move - he'd really rather not be burned - but he does start to growl. Maybe that'll keep her at some distance.
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[personal profile] sighsheavily 2020-09-17 01:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Uh-uh. None of that!" She draws in a breath to force herself to stand a bit sturdier, as if she could possibly make her figure imposing. "Let me see that."

Gods. Did it kill someone? Was someone mauled by wolves outside of her home? How. This could be more dire than she thought. She'll need to get a hold of that bag it dropped...

"Shoo!" she hisses, flicking her hand, sending a couple little sparks of fire nearby to scare him away. "Go on!"