The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 hour ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

The somewhere turns out to be right above the traveler's head. She looks up at the drone. "This might be an odd question, but are you associated with a Narrator?"

“Indeed!” The drone says in Rebus’s voice. “I’m Rebus - the drone makes it easier to be in several places at once, keep myself safe, and enter with style.” And then, with a whump and a completely unnecessary guitar riff, the drone sends out a bubble of force fields and Rebus teleports into it. 

12 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

The little sand person popped out of Tam's pack, curious.

1 hour ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

“Sure!” Gaioh said. 

Lady Bug smiled. They were on the balcony of a sort of castle, and the air was full of confetti and balloons and streamers all moving in slow motion. “You’re right on time! —Mutual friend?”

Still red, she took his hand and stood up. “I’m Beosta, and this is Shoe. Nice to meet you.”

@Ookla the Inquisitive

Owen smiles at everyone - including the sand person - and shakes Beosta’s hand. “I’d love to travel with you all, if you would have me.” 
Rebus looks around, wondering how many people might be at this party. “Template, of course. My Author forbid me from manipulating their plot, unfortunately, but I’m watching with interest, for now at least.” 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

5 minutes ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

“Indeed!” The drone says in Rebus’s voice. “I’m Rebus - the drone makes it easier to be in several places at once, keep myself safe, and enter with style.” And then, with a whump and a completely unnecessary guitar riff, the drone sends out a bubble of force fields and Rebus teleports into it. 

Owen smiles at everyone - including the sand person - and shakes Beosta’s hand. “I’d love to travel with you all, if you would have me.” 
Rebus looks around, wondering how many people might be at this party. “Template, of course. My Author forbid me from manipulating their plot, unfortunately, but I’m watching with interest, for now at least.” 

The sand person isn't with Beosta on the beach

Two different plotlines

So on the beach is Shoe, Beosta, Bat, Gaioh, and Owen(? not totally sure what's going on there), and the original Tam is watching from a tree, invisible.

The Tam copy is with Subversion's other self on a different planet. I think Bacon's still there, too.

Edited December 7, 2024 by Ookla the Inconclusive

[NameIess]

15 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"Me too," she muttered.

 

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

“Indeed!” The drone says in Rebus’s voice. “I’m Rebus - the drone makes it easier to be in several places at once, keep myself safe, and enter with style.” And then, with a whump and a completely unnecessary guitar riff, the drone sends out a bubble of force fields and Rebus teleports into it. 

"Don't worry Tam. Someone has to have an answer." The traveler waves at Rebus. "Hi! Can I ask you a quick question?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Owen smiles at everyone - including the sand person - and shakes Beosta’s hand. “I’d love to travel with you all, if you would have me.” 

Shoe nodded. Owen didn't seem particularly dangerous, and it was probably better to have more people in the group, anyway.

1 minute ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"Don't worry Tam. Someone has to have an answer." The traveler waves at Rebus. "Hi! Can I ask you a quick question?"

"Hope so."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

5 minutes ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

“Indeed!” The drone says in Rebus’s voice. “I’m Rebus - the drone makes it easier to be in several places at once, keep myself safe, and enter with style.” And then, with a whump and a completely unnecessary guitar riff, the drone sends out a bubble of force fields and Rebus teleports into it. 

Owen smiles at everyone - including the sand person - and shakes Beosta’s hand. “I’d love to travel with you all, if you would have me.” 
Rebus looks around, wondering how many people might be at this party. “Template, of course. My Author forbid me from manipulating their plot, unfortunately, but I’m watching with interest, for now at least.” 

Beosta introduced herself absently. 

She frowned. “Who?”

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Shoe nodded. Owen didn't seem particularly dangerous, and it was probably better to have more people in the group, anyway.

Beosta agreed. 

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

1 minute ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

Beosta introduced herself absently. 

She frowned. “Who?”

Owen continues smiling. 

Rebus looks at Lady Bug. “This is why I try not to make a bunch of copies of me. It’s not really important.” 

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

So on the beach is Shoe, Beosta, Bat, Gaioh, and Owen(? not totally sure what's going on there), and the original Tam is watching from a tree, invisible.

I thought I’d been quoted in there somewhere, but ok. That is the people I know of there. 
Owen sits down on the beach, and begins building a sandcastle next to the previous one, assuming it’s still intact. 

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Shoe nodded. Owen didn't seem particularly dangerous, and it was probably better to have more people in the group, anyway.

3 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"Don't worry Tam. Someone has to have an answer." The traveler waves at Rebus. "Hi! Can I ask you a quick question?"

Rebus nods. “I can wait. It will probably take a long time for anything new to crop up, anyway.” 

[NameIess]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Rebus nods. “I can wait. It will probably take a long time for anything new to crop up, anyway.” 

"Great!" The traveler clears her throat. "Why should anybody care about other people in the face of the crushing knowledge that our existence is entirely fictional?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

I thought I’d been quoted in there somewhere, but ok. That is the people I know of there. 

All good.

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Owen sits down on the beach, and begins building a sandcastle next to the previous one, assuming it’s still intact. 

Shoe shrugged at Beosta, not sure what to make of Owen.

Well . . . do we want to go check on your siblings, now?

@oOklA thE shInyYyy

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

6 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"Great!" The traveler clears her throat. "Why should anybody care about other people in the face of the crushing knowledge that our existence is entirely fictional?"

Rebus shrugs. “I’m real to my Author, so I’m real to me. I’m a piece of him, so my emotions and personality are real. Sometimes they are directly his emotions, and sometimes they are what he imagine the part of him I represent would feel. But my Author uses method acting, or method writing, I suppose, so the emotions and the things I feel are real feelings. And truly, I don’t care. Fictionality means I can do essentially whatever I want, which is nice. For instance, once you’re done interviewing me, I’m going to mail a Vonn Neumann machine to that Emperor person, because I find him haughty and annoying. That’s not something an Author could get away with in ‘real life’.” He doesn’t seem to notice that he also could be considered haughty and annoying, at least until the description points it out. He glowers at it. 

6 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Shoe shrugged at Beosta, not sure what to make of Owen.

Owen shrugs back. “What? I like sandcastles.” 

[Cookie Spren]

1 hour ago, Ookla the Dragonslayer said:

Before he can punch him, Sain’s Strands zip forwards and block the blow. The shackles disappear, and Sain stays there. “Do you know what a Narrator is? But that was fun, let’s do it again! Good thing you didn’t kill me, or my zombie would have totally killed you! Can’t hold back my Strands if I’m dead!”

He unsheathed the Notblade, and, if unblocked by Narration, the Notblade  would have caused immense pain within him. Sain’s Strands buzzed around in agitation at being held back. “Now, can we be somewhat civil? Yes you are very powerful. So am I! Honestly, I kinda want Madness to get her powers back to teach you not to mess with the Scribe.”

Sain stood there laughing for a bit. “Also, if you did manage to kill me, I believe the Scribe would just bring me back to life after you die.”

"You use Narration to rewrite history, huh?" The Emperor shakes his head. "We can talk civilly. As soon as you apologize for insulting me. Or your 'Scribe' can get a new messenger."

[NameIess]

5 minutes ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Rebus shrugs. “I’m real to my Author, so I’m real to me. I’m a piece of him, so my emotions and personality are real. Sometimes they are directly his emotions, and sometimes they are what he imagine the part of him I represent would feel. But my Author uses method acting, or method writing, I suppose, so the emotions and the things I feel are real feelings. And truly, I don’t care. Fictionality means I can do essentially whatever I want, which is nice. For instance, once you’re done interviewing me, I’m going to mail a Vonn Neumann machine to that Emperor person, because I find him haughty and annoying. That’s not something an Author could get away with in ‘real life’.” He doesn’t seem to notice that he also could be considered haughty and annoying, at least until the description points it out. He glowers at it. 

“I see.” The traveler considers this answer. “I don’t believe that my Author writes the way yours does, exactly. But thank you for your answer. It’s something to think about.”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

4 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

“I see.” The traveler considers this answer. “I don’t believe that my Author writes the way yours does, exactly. But thank you for your answer. It’s something to think about.”

"Don't think mine does that, either," Tam mumbled.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

30 minutes ago, Ookla the Inquisitive said:

Owen continues smiling. 

Rebus looks at Lady Bug. “This is why I try not to make a bunch of copies of me. It’s not really important.” 

I thought I’d been quoted in there somewhere, but ok. That is the people I know of there. 
Owen sits down on the beach, and begins building a sandcastle next to the previous one, assuming it’s still intact. 

Rebus nods. “I can wait. It will probably take a long time for anything new to crop up, anyway.” 

“I’m the only current copy,” she replied, confused. “I’m the original.” 

27 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

All good.

Shoe shrugged at Beosta, not sure what to make of Owen.

Well . . . do we want to go check on your siblings, now?

@oOklA thE shInyYyy

“Yes! Yes. Let’s do that. Where’d Tam go?”

[NameIess]

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"Don't think mine does that, either," Tam mumbled.

"Well, that's alright." The traveler looks down at her map. "Tam, do you know where the other Narrators are? I've already asked you, Bacon, and Rebus for help, and I doubt Onyx has any answers."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

“Yes! Yes. Let’s do that. Where’d Tam go?”

I'm here! You want to go visit your siblings now?

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

Just now, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

I'm here! You want to go visit your siblings now?

“Yes! Please.” 

The spirits floated closer. Beosta’s was used to them by now. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

7 minutes ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"Well, that's alright." The traveler looks down at her map. "Tam, do you know where the other Narrators are? I've already asked you, Bacon, and Rebus for help, and I doubt Onyx has any answers."

"Um . . . maybe. Sequence seems . . . busy- Unintelligable, too. You could ask Platypus, if you really, really want to. Lady Bug's doing her own thing . . . hmm. Subversion herself is off the table, I assume, and Natsu's been gone for a while."

"I can't think of anyone else off the top of my head."

"Why are you so sure that asking Narrators will get you the answer your looking for, anyway?"

6 minutes ago, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

“Yes! Please.” 

The spirits floated closer. Beosta’s was used to them by now. 

Okay!

She teleported the whole group back to the farmstead.

How far South of here is your aunt's house?

Edited December 7, 2024 by Ookla the Inconclusive

[NameIess]

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"Um . . . maybe. Sequence seems . . . busy; Unintelligable, too. You could ask Platypus, if you really, really want to. Lady Bug's doing her own thing . . . hmm. Subversion herself is off the table, I assume, and Natsu's been gone for a while."

"I can't think of anyone else off the top of my head."

"Is Platypus technically a Narrator? Something about that seems wrong..." The traveler frowns at her map. "Either my memory is having problems, or this thing's not the same as it used to be."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"Is Platypus technically a Narrator? Something about that seems wrong..." The traveler frowns at her map. "Either my memory is having problems, or this thing's not the same as it used to be."

"I genuinely have no idea," Tam replied, standing.

"What's wrong with the map?"

The little sand person jumped onto her shoulder, and she poked it playfully.

Edited December 7, 2024 by Ookla the Inconclusive

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

10 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"Um . . . maybe. Sequence seems . . . busy- Unintelligable, too. You could ask Platypus, if you really, really want to. Lady Bug's doing her own thing . . . hmm. Subversion herself is off the table, I assume, and Natsu's been gone for a while."

"I can't think of anyone else off the top of my head."

"Why are you so sure that asking Narrators will get you the answer your looking for, anyway?"

Okay!

She teleported the whole group back to the farmstead.

How far South of here is your aunt's house?

“About ten miles,” she said. “It’s a little storefront in the city. Yellow, with flowers.”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

“About ten miles,” she said. “It’s a little storefront in the city. Yellow, with flowers.”

Perfect!

She took them there.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Perfect!

She took them there.

The streets were mostly empty, strangely enough. The dark sky spread out stars as far as the eye could see— bright stars, not only silver but other colors as well. Beosta’s stepped up to the whitewashed porch with several hanging pots of flowers, then hesitated. 

[NameIess]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

"I genuinely have no idea," Tam replied, standing.

"What's wrong with the map?"

The little sand person jumped onto her shoulder, and she poked it playfully.

"It doesn't show Onyx's realm anymore." The traveler turns the map from side to side as she inspects it. "It's some other place now."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, oOklA thE shInyYyy said:

The streets were mostly empty, strangely enough. The dark sky spread out stars as far as the eye could see— bright stars, not only silver but other colors as well. Beosta’s stepped up to the whitewashed porch with several hanging pots of flowers, then hesitated. 

Shoe walked up beside her and took her hand in his.

You okay?

Tam was drifting through the air nearby, still invisible. She wasn't sure she trusted Owen quite yet.

Just now, Ookla the nostealnamepls said:

"It doesn't show Onyx's realm anymore." The traveler turns the map from side to side as she inspects it. "It's some other place now."

"Does it show where we are?"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Inconclusive said:

Shoe walked up beside her and took her hand in his.

You okay?

Tam was drifting through the air nearby, still invisible. She wasn't sure she trusted Owen quite yet.

"Does it show where we are?"

“I’m okay,” she promised. She squeezed his hand, then spoke quietly. “He tried to warn me… so many times. But I just thought he was jealous.”