[Jaunt Week 1] Check-In Time...

[helborn]

Casper here. Check in if you're yourself, now.

[His tone is uncharacteristically clipped and short.]

Comments

[helborn]

... Enough. We have to do enough. I'm not letting someone else like me go through this shit.

[doesntcomputer]

Yeah.

There are all these bugs everywhere, and I tried to poke at them and got told that they're the 'eyes of the gods' or something. Noooot really sure what that means.

[thornsofmalkav]

Yeah, no. I don't want Thorn-the-weaver's foal to live in a society that abandons people to die either.

[itsananimalthing]

Hey. I'm still me, sort of. Got wings and shit now.

Though I'm pretty sure most of you heard Tara screaming and trying to kill me with her wings, so you probably all know that already.

Infiltrator knowledge ain't helping out much, since apparently we ain't supposed to know anything going into this, really.

[helborn]

... Either it's superstition or it's real, and I don't know that using one of my powers will give much of an answer if they're not related to the sort of stuff I am.

[helborn]

That's... concerning. Like, legitimately.

[doesntcomputer]

You have powers that can tell stuff like that? It might be worth a shot... he was saying some kind of crazy stuff about them.

[helborn]

... Let me know if you need anything, okay? Extra meat or... whatever. I might end up hunting just to take out some of my frustration. It'd be useful for everyone anyway, so...

[helborn]

I can try. I can sense power levels of stuff that's descended from the gods like me... or see hidden magic.

[doesntcomputer]

That could be good! I mean, I guess they might be nothing too. But... I don't know.

[letsgetdowntobismuth]

Well if you ever wanna get a limb enhancer on that, I can pop into Liminal Space and bang something together.

[helborn]

I've got a spare limb but it got shoved into Hammerspace with the rest of my stuff. It doesn't fit with how my legs are now, though.

[prince_of_pain]

Looks like I'm a dragonborn.

[Noct, no.]

[helborn]

... Give me a few minutes.

[He needs to find a spot to pull his leg out of Hammerspace with people not looking, but a few minutes later...]

So... the good news is that they're not magic. The bad news is that they're also not alive.

[doesntcomputer]

They're not?

Then-- what are they?

[helborn]

I don't know, and that makes me really suspicious. Even if they were just bugs they should have pinged me a little.

[doesntcomputer]

Yeah... I don't know. The guy who was telling me not to mess with them said something about the gods watching us through them for 'entertainment', too. Which is kind of creepy, right?

[helborn]

[There's a long moment.]

[A very, very long pause.]

[And then just nothing but a blast of rage across the network.]

[doesntcomputer]

[Whaaaaaat was that.]

Whoah! Are you ok??

[helborn]

[Sorry about that Darkness -]

We're being watched. There was... a movie that was about someone being constantly watched by cameras.

I really hope this isn't the same situation, because if it is I have a number of people to punch so hard their faces comes out their asses.

[doesntcomputer]

Wait, people might actually be watching all of this?

[Yeah that is SUPER CREEPY.]

I hope it's not that too... what do we do about it?

[helborn]

A dragon guy? That's pretty neat.

[helborn]

... I don't know. Find where they're watching from and...

I don't know. I don't know how to do this subtly.

[itsananimalthing]

They've done this to us before, too. Sent us to somewhere we were basically a reality show where people watched us kill each other.

We were already thinkin' this shit sounded like Moebius.

[doesntcomputer]

It's ok. We'll figure this out. We'll fix it.