During the second fourth wall liminal

[darkhourdear]

 Um, guys? There's definitely a voice in the thunder but I can't hear what it's saying. Has anyone else heard it? I mean I could only hear it with Sithen ears, so probably not but... I can try to analyze it with my Persona, but I'm not sure what good it'll do.

And... I guess has anyone figured out anything about it this time? There's a lot of stuff.

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[truerevelation]

Yeah.

I've got it loud and clear.

[Kanji does his best to mentally duplicate the tone of the voice.]

"Hurry up, please. It is time."

[darkhourdear]

[...well that doesn't sound good.]

Time for what?

[truerevelation]

Hell if I know. I've been tryin' to crunch the data further, but that's all I'm getting.

[thornsofmalkav]

... that's a direct quote from The Waste Land. From the second part.

[itsananimalthing]

Didn't hear that, but if anybody's got diabolin form still, don't fuckin' use it. Whatever's watchin' us is even worse then. And it's impatient.

There's a big data dump of visuals in the rocks, too, if you interface, but I'm still sortin' out what it all is. It's familiar. And also impatient. So hey, guess they've got a theme goin'.

[darkhourdear]

That goes with what Kanji said... apparently the voice says 'Hurry up please, it's time.' Which... is a polite way of being impatient, I guess?

I have Interface too. Would it help if I came over?

[senpaidol]

Wait, Interface works on the rocks? Mind if I join you guys? Turning into Citrine might help me process it faster...

[leftbehindagain]

I haven't been paying as much attention to the thunder, but check this out.

[What follows is a livestream from one of the rocky areas. The visual seems to be just rocks, at first, but behind one of the taller ones, one can just make out a hooded figure in brown. Determining their gender, never mind managing to see their face, is next to impossible.]

They disappear every time there's not something between me and them, mostly on the periphery. Just the one as far as I can tell.

[itsananimalthing]

That's why I tried the diabolin form. Figured if there was really somebody there, might get a sense. Didn't get any sense of that guy, that I could tell, unless this "hurry the fuck up" feeling is him.

[darkhourdear]

I haven't been out there yet. Did you have to do anything special to see him?

[hiding_honor_in_darkness]

The only voices I hear are the ones invading my mind!

-=the voice is new and as panicked and angry as one can sound in their own head. rest assured he's standing out in the pseudo-desert yelling at nothing=-

Who are you and what do you want from me!

[darkhourdear]

Um... hi! My name's Phillip. [this is the correct answer to 'who are you' right?] And I don't really want anything? Though, I guess I did ask for people to tell me stuff so... that, I guess.

You're new here, pretty sure? This is the psychic network. Basically we can all send messages to each other in our heads. Wash posts baby pictures a lot!

[theanguissette]

I've heard naught but the thunder. The Trumps and their foul games, is what I would suppose. Anything more particular than that, I cannot say.

[darkhourdear]

Yeah, it's pretty quiet. Even with being Sithen I couldn't make out the words, but Kanji says it's "Hurry up please, it's time."

...Do you like dogs? [there is a reason for this question. not a good reason, necessarily, but a reason.]

[solvethepuzzle]

[He gradually crawls through everything being said here, and, after a few moments deigns to offer something up himself.]

That sense of paranoia inflicted on us is not natural. Protections against the eldritch are able to clear it.

[darkhourdear]

...That doesn't seem like a good sign...

[thornsofmalkav]

Most of the details from the Liminal come from two poems by T.S. Eliot: The Waste Land and The Love-Song of J. Alfred Prufrock. Mostly the first. I can give people the text if they want? Like, I'm learning cantrips from Kanji so this would be good practice of the Amanuensis one.

[Her English major was good for something at least.]

[darkhourdear]

They're from poems? [what]

[shiroganeheir]

I have been examining the corpses that the trees are growing out of. They are in various states of decomposition, and most of them have died of either indeterminate or natural causes.

However, interestingly, some of them seem to have evidence of sword wounds.

I am still investigating.

[darkhourdear]

Is it a lot of them that have sword wounds?

[flumine]

Hurry up and stand still.

The storm isn't moving. The lightning isn't striking. We could lure it, if we had something with an appropriate measure of conductivity.

[darkhourdear]

[hmmm.] I could make a giant metal pole or something. [that helps with lightning, right?]

[wholeheaded]

I ran an interface with one of the bodies. [ he refuses to say interfaced with because everyone who was on the grid would be either horrified or never let him hear the end of it. ] Not only was it most sincerely dead organically, it registered as an inter system. Dead in a computational sense as well. I don't think they were ever really alive.

[darkhourdear]

That makes sense... I mean, nothing here is usually real so.

[dreamingking]

As the indirect author of our current poor dispositions has been identified already, I have only a trifle.

Those cat-like figures of smog that you see wandering about have minds, after a fashion. They are exceedingly simple ones, and focused entirely on rubbing against things, but given their inception that's almost expected.

They are also authentic, as far as that depiction goes. I haven't smelled smog like that in a while, or seen it, for that matter.