Insanity Clinic For The Moderately Brandofandonitis Afflicted

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

On 10/8/2022 at 2:04 PM, The Halcyon Girl said:

Haly: pushes the book aside and focuses on the marshmallows “Okay, marshmallows. Go away. Shoo. Back to where you came from.” Kicks the marshmallows “Come on! Please?” Picks up a single marshmallow and clenches it inside her fist “Banish! Please!” Shakes her fist “JUST GO.” Opens  her fist to see the marshmallow “Oh well.” Plops down happily on the marshmallow pile and munches on them

TAAron burst into the library with a large jar. Seeing the marshmallows, he smiled. "I was hoping you had those. I'm really hungry and I'm pretty much out of actual food." He scooped up as many marshmallows as he could in the jar and began eating. "Is there a cafeteria here or something?"

Edited October 9, 2022 by The Aspiring Archivist

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

TAAron burst into the library with a large jar. Seeing the marshmallows, he smiled. "I was hoping you had those. I'm really hingry and I'm pretty much out of actual food." He scooped up as many marshmallows as he could in the jar and began eating. "Is there a cafeteria here or something?"

Haly3 “I don’t know. I survive on marshmallows, popcorn butter, and the occasional cup of corn syrup, if I can find it. I should probably eat something healthy, really.” Stands up 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, The Halcyon Girl said:

Haly3 “I don’t know. I survive on marshmallows, popcorn butter, and the occasional cup of corn syrup, if I can find it. I should probably eat something healthy, really.” Stands up 

"Ah. I guess it must help to be able to pull various foods out of thin air. Well, I guess I'll go back to my room, then. Maybe I can get a hold of someone in charge here and ask them to set up a food system."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Just now, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"Ah. I guess it must help to be able to pull various foods out of thin air. Well, I guess I'll go back to my room, then. Maybe I can get a hold of someone in charge here and ask them to set up a food system."

Haly: “You do that. I’ll look for a cafeteria.” Grabs another marshmallow from the pile “I’m going to burn these first, though.”

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

4 minutes ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

Haly: “You do that. I’ll look for a cafeteria.” Grabs another marshmallow from the pile “I’m going to burn these first, though.”

"I... just try not to set the bookshelf on fire or something. I can push on metals and stuff, but I can't jump on a fire to stop it from burning." He walked out, muching on marshmallows.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

"I... just try not to set the bookshelf on fire or something. I can push on metals and stuff, but I can't jump on a fire to stop it from burning." He walked out, muching on marshmallows.

Haly: “Aw, it’ll be fine…” opens her lighter and sets a marshmallow on fire, and they all shrivel into black husks on the floor as they burn 

“Okay, this is arguably worse. They’re smaller now, I guess…” kicks them “I shouldn’t have been so careless grabbing them. Oh well.” Grabs a broom and  gathers the burnt marshmallows under a window

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Idly wandering through the halls, TAAron only realized he was lost 10 minutes after he had left the library. He looked at the nearby doors. D89, D91, D93, D95... D34? What? I'm gonna have to have a talk with whoever came up with this room layout.

Turning around, he saw something odd. An open doorway stood at the beginning of the hallway, where he had just come from. He could have sworn it wasn't there before. Behind it, it seemed like the normal hallways just continued. How odd, he thought.

pproaching the doorway, he could see the numbers on each door. And there it was! D55. It didn't make a lot of sense that his room would be there, but he wasn't complaining. He stepped through.

Instantly, all of the doors beyond the hallway began glowing with a bright white light. Backing away, TAAron bumped into something behind him. The doorway he had used to enter was consumed with the same light, and it seemed to be solid. Pushing hard, he just barely got his hand a few inches into the light before it dissapeared, fading as though it had never been there. In its wake, it left a solid wall. Now burning pewter, TAAron managed to pull his hand out of the wall, revealing nothing but solid plaster where there had once been an open doorway.

Shocked, he turned around. Every door that he had seen seconds earlier was gone, leaving only the numbered plaques that they had been next to. TAAron began running down the hallway, towards where he knew the library should be based on the location of what once was his room. The first turn he reached wasn't a turn at all. It was another solid wall.

Sinking to the floor, he took a few minutes to come to terms with a frightening fact. He was completely trapped.

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Okay, let me give some clarification. TAAron is not in the clinic anymore, nor did anything actually happen to any hallway or door in the clinic. He is somewhere else. The only evidence of his dissapearance is a fallen marshmallow in one of the hallways on the way to his room, and the trim for a doorway that does not actually exist.

 

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

I gotta go but I’ll be back soon hopefully

Haly chucked the burnt marshmallows out the window, but when she glanced back, they weren’t there anymore. “Seriously?” She yelled. “Now?”

Bored out of her skin, she fell into the Belowplace, comforted to see her small violet circle of light around her feet, and walked down the hall aimlessly.

A door made of wood with white paint splatters, a door woven with jungle vines, a door that shimmered like a sunset (it didn’t look corporeal either)… with each successive door Haly felt herself relax more. Some people stargazed. She doorgazed. 

…until her feet involuntarily stopped. Air stopped flowing. Everything stopped. 

That door… the one made of rock, with a design comprised of four triangles. It was perfect. Haly reached out, hesitated, and traced two sides of the largest, innermost triangle.

All she could hear was the pump of her heart. This door… this is the one.

A chill tremored through her back, but it traveled the wrong way—up—and felt cold and minty.

Behind this door is everything I’ve ever wanted.

But can I give up everything I’ve already found?

Haly was afraid she knew the answer.

I have to tell TAAron.

OOO

Haly rushed down the hallway. She wasn’t sure at all which part of the clinic she’d popped out of.

Here’s the library… oh good. I think it’s this way… hi, marshmallow. D55.Perfect.

Haly knocked. Then knocked again, then walked through the door anxiously. 

The room was full to the brim of scholarly-looking things and other such items of interest—Haly had been looking for a copy of that book for months—but TAAron wasn’t there. 

She cocked her head. “Hello?” 

She should just go. They’d be fine, and if they noticed her absence, they’d assume she was off frolicking somewhere. Which she would be.

But some innate sense told her something was wrong. She told herself that was silly—TAAron had been hungry, she remembered, and had probably discovered a stockpile of sustenance—but despite her logical conclusions her head believed, her Harmony continually yelled differently. 
Harmonies were annoying sometimes. 

“Fine!” She yelled, throwing up her hands. “Fine. I’ll go find him and prove you wrong. THEN maybe you’ll shut up every once in a while so I can get on with my life.” 

Her wind chime flew from the room in a hundred different directions, off to sweep the clinic.

Edited October 8, 2022 by The Halcyon Girl
CUZ I WANT TO.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

TAAron had been stuck in the room for several hours. He had tried pretty much everything he could think of to escape. Digging a hole into the wall did nothing. No matter how deep he went, there was just more plaster, and eventually, solid stone. There was also nothing above or below the hall. Whenever he stepped out of a hole he'd made, it repaired itself instantly in a blaze of heatless light. He had tried looking for metals with his steel, and all that came of that was a bunch of mangled number plaques on the floor that he had torn out in frustration. He had tried yelling to Haly or Nameless, or even Lark, Thaidakar, or Calano for help. Eventually, he was just yelling because it was better than sitting quietly.

How could I be so stupid? Why did I go into that doorway? His regret tormented him until he finally passed out on the floor, bag clutched tightly in hand.

[NameIess]

Nameless began walking back to his room, contentedly reading a new Sanderson book. He was so wrapped up in his reading that he didn’t even notice the wall until he ran into it headfirst.

Ow. Who put that there? Rubbing his head, Nameless reached down to pick up his book, only to freeze, noticing trim around the blank section of wall. That shouldn’t be there. Drawing in Saidar, Nameless reached out curiously, examining the wall for any sign of illusions or magic.

[EmulatonStromenkiin he/him]

Random Fellow continued to add and move cornerstones to the clinic, amused by the shifts that it caused. He also vaporized the remnants of Haly's marsmallows

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

43 minutes ago, Nameless said:

Nameless began walking back to his room, contentedly reading a new Sanderson book. He was so wrapped up in his reading that he didn’t even notice the wall until he ran into it headfirst.

Ow. Who put that there? Rubbing his head, Nameless reached down to pick up his book, only to freeze, noticing trim around the blank section of wall. That shouldn’t be there. Drawing in Saidar, Nameless reached out curiously, examining the wall for any sign of illusions or magic.

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You shouldn't detect anything. [Redacted] just left it there accidentally when they took TAAron. Unless your magic can detect magic that happened in the past. Then I imagine you would probably get a very brief glimpse into the room, but not much else.

 

Edited October 9, 2022 by The Aspiring Archivist

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

11 minutes ago, EmulatonStromenkiin said:

Random Fellow continued to add and move cornerstones to the clinic, amused by the shifts that it caused. He also vaporized the remnants of Haly's marsmallows

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Two things. 1: Who is Random Fellow and 2. Are you saying he trapped me? Because I was planning to have a separate character be doing that.

 

[NameIess]

Nameless frowned, detecting a faint residue of leftover magic. Some kind of dimensional travel spell? Strange, those were normally heavily regulated by the treaty.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

15 minutes ago, Nameless said:

Nameless frowned, detecting a faint residue of leftover magic. Some kind of dimensional travel spell? Strange, those were normally heavily regulated by the treaty.

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Treaty? I might need to know about this.

TAAron woke up in the room again. Apparently, nothing had changed. The walls were still blank, the plaques still on the floor. My bag... my bag! It was completely gone. He had been holding it when he fell asleep, hadn't he?

"To rust with it!" He punched the wall over and over, doing nothing but denting it and making his knuckles bleed. That bag was too important for him to lose it. It contained all of his books, his metals, everything! He screamed furiously, his pewter burning brightly within him in response to his anger. He wanted to kill whoever had trapped him here. He wanted to tear them apart. His fury was an undying storm within him.

And then it stopped. He sank to the ground, astonished at himself. He had never, in his life, been that mad before. About anything. He was generally quite calm and collected. What had made him flip out?

Allomancy.

Or something like it. As he realized it, he suddenly felt all of his emotion drain away, leaving him feeling terribly hollow. They're toying with me, aren't they? He tried to reach out with his own Allomantic brass, even burning it with duralumin to reach as far as he could. Although his emotions kept being manipulated, he sensed no one nearby. The same way with bronze. What is happening?

Several minutes later, as though a pressure were lifted from his mind, the hollowness fell away. TAAron sat up, put his back to the wall, and cried.

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[NameIess]

33 minutes ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

 

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the clinic treaty regulates most things about the clinic. Rules, chain of command, laws of phsyics, etc.

Nameless examined the residue closely, forming a complex weave in an attempt to reconstruct it enough to track its destination. Completing the weave, he got a faint image of a hallway, almost identical to the clinic, but somehow wrong. There were no doors, for one of thing. Standing back from the wall, Nameless scribbled a quick note to Calano and tossed it through a gateway onto his desk. 
@CalanoCorvus, we might have a runaway, but something’s odd about it. I’m going to try and pursue him.

Edited October 9, 2022 by Nameless

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

TAAron sat wondering when and if help might ever come. At this point, he would have preferred to be attacked then to wait around for any longer. By his estimation, it had been about a day since he had been trapped. Without anything to even write with, he felt like he was going insane. He had even tried writing on the walls, but they of course just magically healed seconds later. A few hours ago, he had almost fallen asleep while sitting staring at a wall, and when he regained composure of himself he found that even the jar that had contained marshmallows and the torn-off plaques had disappeared. He was now effectively sitting in an empty box. He had only just realized that there were no lights in the room to keep it illuminated, even though it was comfortably lit.

Lying on the floor, apathetic, he suddenly felt something. It wasn't like the emotional effects that had been plaguing him on and off for hours now. He felt like he should know this feeling. It felt like how he felt when he wanted to get something done, but not a single thought in his own head had made him feel it. Then, he banged his head into a wall.

At first, it felt completely natural to do it. Then, when he started thinking about, it, he was taken aback. He hadn't wanted to do that. And yet, he had? Suddenly, it clicked. Intent, he realized. Someone is enforcing their own Intent on me. That's pretty bad. But how... He looked down ad his own stomach. The Hemalurgic spike? But no, no record ever showed anyone being controlled by just one. As he pondered, he realized that he had been digging his own fingernails into his arm. With a yelp, he let go, but there were already many bloody marks where skin had been broken. This is dangerous. Very, very dangerous.

Then, TAAron heard a commanding voice that wasn't really a voice speak in his head. SLEEP. And so he did, collapsing to the floor like a marionette whose strings had been cut.

[NameIess]

Nameless wove deftly, forming a dimensional gateway combining the leftover remnants of the magic that had transported someone out of the clinic with his own Saidar weaves. As he finished, a portal split open in front of him, revealing the hallway he'd seen a glimpse of earlier.

Edited October 9, 2022 by Nameless

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Haly’s swarm coalesced into herself again in the middle of TAAron’s room, looking around in bewilderment. She couldn’t find him—even a hint—and she’d been looking all night, fueled by the panic vested in her by her Harmony. And now, here she stood in an empty room, playing with her hair with no hint of what to do now.

Okay, you win, she admitted.  What do I do now?

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Is there a place in the clinic where her Harmony might lead her to find him?

 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

TAAron was having a lot of trouble waking up.

It was easily one of the strangest experiences he had had in his life. While the forced sleep had started out normally, he eventually became more and more lucid, as through he were dreaming, then even more so, as though he were waking up. Now, he found himself lying down in the room with his eyes closed, unable to move but still seeing something. He could see reality, the little sliver of reality he existed in right now, and understand it. It existed in no universe, no dimensional plane, only following along the thread of time. It was certainly a room, but there was somehow no properties linked to it like location, whether relative, absolute, or even dimensional. TAAron didn't know how he knew this, but it was very clear to him, somehow. As he looked on, not really looking, he saw something odd.

A few threads of light, like loose strands of spider's silk, attached to the room, connecting to a place that had a where. Gazing at it, he began to see different threads weaving their way up those connected to his room, forming an intricate network. TAAron felt excited, considering that there might just be a chance for his freedom. But just as they were about to reach his prison, they were repelled by an unseen force, suddenly being consumed as though they had caught fire. The flame rushed down back towards whoever or whatever had made the network, hitting the where with a huge impact. Only the few strands that had been there originally remained.

I wonder who that was, he thought sadly. I shouldn't have let myself hope.

Then something even stranger happened. TAAron felt himself begin to burn some cadmium, somehow, in his sleep. It was a light burn, only slowing time around him by about half, but it worried him. How much control can this thing get on me while I'm still asleep? It seemed like the amount of control it had was steadily increasing. 

1 hour ago, The Halcyon Girl said:

Haly’s swarm coalesced into herself again in the middle of TAAron’s room, looking around in bewilderment. She couldn’t find him—even a hint—and she’d been looking all night, fueled by the panic vested in her by her Harmony. And now, here she stood in an empty room, playing with her hair with no hint of what to do now.

Okay, you win, she admitted.  What do I do now?

 

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I suggest Haly might be compelled to team up with Nameless. You're going to have to figure out who is doing this. A hint: TAAron can't sense him nearby because TAAron is not in a place, while the manipulator is, and is influencing him from "outside" the non-place. Try not to abuse the info, though, since your characters probably don't know it canonically.

 

Edited October 9, 2022 by The Aspiring Archivist

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

1 hour ago, Nameless said:

Nameless wove deftly, forming a dimensional gateway combining the leftover remnants of the magic that had transported someone out of the clinic with his own Saidar weaves. As he finished, a portal split open in front of him, revealing the hallway he'd seen a glimpse of earlier.

Nameless receives a shock, seemingly from his own weaving, and the progress he made has suddenly disappeared. However, he was able to get an impression of TAAron asleep in the room, giving off magical signatures that indicate he is burning cadmium.

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See above post for context.

 

[NameIess]

1 minute ago, The Aspiring Archivist said:

Nameless receives a shock, seemingly from his own weaving, and the progress he made has suddenly disappeared. However, he was able to get an impression of TAAron asleep in the room, giving off magical signatures that indicate he is burning cadmium.

Nameless flinched, but began the weave again, this time inverting the weaves so as to hide them from any prying eyes.

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

Just now, Nameless said:

Nameless flinched, but began the weave again, this time inverting the weaves so as to hide them from any prying eyes.

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What type of "prying eyes" are we talking about here? Another person with your same abilities? Because [redacted] does not have your abilities. Its more of a boundary that has been set up, which disconnects the room from any physical relationship between the two points but does allow for a temporal one. So I would say that your second attempt would yield the same results as the first.

 

[The Aspiring Archivist any pronouns]

TAAron began trying to think of a way to escape his situation. He's using his own Intent to keep me just asleep enough that I can't move. And yet, I can burn metals. I would say it's instinct, like unconscious pewter-burning, but I've never burned cadmium before. So if I can burn metals... he reached for the source of power he knew he held at his fingertips, literally. Tapping zinc, his mental speed multiplied by more than a dozen. He tried to think his way out of the manipulation, but the traitorous cadmium persisted. He did, however, get a new idea. He burned tin as brightly as he could. To his delight, the shock of all his senses woke him up fully, making him lose contact with the strange sense of reality but allowing him to get up. Looking around, the room was the same as before. TAAron sighed.  I don't know what I was expecting. He could feel the thing reaching out to command him to sleep again, but his quick mind beat it to the punch. On purpose this time, TAAron slammed his head against the wall as hard as he could one, two, three times. Then, he turned off his pewter, and passed out immediately.

Edited October 9, 2022 by The Aspiring Archivist

[Going_North_cal]

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Good lore, build on it as you see fit. I'll pop in if I feel the need to add something. And I will.

@The Bookwyrm see above.

@Nameless Understood. Report back when you get him, if you get him. I'll deal with him personally at that point.

On 10/7/2022 at 4:11 PM, The Wandering Wizard said:

Emma replies for Calano. "Probably Wizard, though we'd still need a second best man and two bridesmaids."

Calano nods. "I think I'll ask Thaidakar. And it's up to you for bridesmaids."

@The Bookwyrm As he probed the defenses of the supposedly prison universe, Bookwyrm noted that there were faint waves of energy emanating from within it. He couldn't quite discren what it was exactly, but it seemed... malicious. Intent on Kaos. Kaos was different from normal chaos. Kaos was violent, more so than chaos, and more aggressive and chaotic, and just... well, it was Kaos. That's all that can be said. And the energy from this prison universe, it reminded Bookwyrm of Kaos.

And it terrified him.