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

[helborn]

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

[His tone is uncharacteristically clipped and short.]

Comments

[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]

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.

[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]

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

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

[doesntcomputer]

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

[helborn]

There's people watching me with a leg stump. For entertainment.

[He's having a Moment, and there's rising panic in his 'voice'.]

[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.

[helborn]

... Great. How do we break this without breaking everyone?

[itsananimalthing]

We find where they're recording from and fuck it up. Don't need to tell the people living here we did it.

[helborn]

I have a suspicion. Where in this place is forbidden?

[thornsofmalkav]

The Truman Show. You're saying this is the Truman Show, with centaurs and satyrs and fauns and shit. That's what you're saying.

[...]

FUCK.

[helborn]

Yes. That's exactly what I'm saying.

[At least she gets the reference.]

[thornsofmalkav]

Okay, but, like, everyone but Truman was an actor in that, weren't they? I... don't know that it's like that here. I mean, Thorn-the-weaver certainly thinks it's all real.

[helborn]

Okay, but same concept. I don't know, I'm kind of trying to not have a panic attack.

[dragoonrouge]

[The blast of rage managed to stir Q'uila from her daze and when she catches up with the conversation she can feel anger boiling in her gut.]

So we are constantly being watched?! And some of these people could be actors? But some genuinely have no memory?

[She growls, far less feline than usual and more draconic]

'Tis like some sort of experiment! Like Liminal before we came herem

[helborn]

Exactly. They're watching me with no leg. It's probably some kind of 'inspirational' thing for them.

[dragoonrouge]

Salt guzzling fucks!

We shall find them. [A confident statement from Q'uila, there is no doubt that they won't find those responsible for this.]