The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Bird Furious said:

I…. Have no idea what that means…

-

“Fine. But I don’t like her,” Orchid decided. “She’s rude.”

She put her hands over her face.

. . . Good. Anyway. Um . . .

A seagull flew down and landed on Bat's head.

-

"Okay, just . . . be nice."

[kajsa ㅇㅅㅇ she/her]

8 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

“Fine. But I don’t like her,” Orchid decided. “She’s rude.”

"Glad we're on the same page."

6 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"Okay, just . . . be nice."

"Can we go now?"

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

2 minutes ago, Kajsa said:

"Glad we're on the same page."

"Can we go now?"

He nodded.

[Existential]

2 hours ago, Bird Furious said:

Five hugged herself, ashamed. 

He smiled. “It’s okay. I’ll be back soon.”

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

On 3/20/2025 at 5:30 PM, Through The Living Glass said:

Go looking

Thank you again  Really appreciate it 

Alright, then. Ping me when they try. (You have, it seems, while I was writing this - I’ll get to that) 

On 3/20/2025 at 5:34 PM, Bird Furious said:

Rose frowned. “Stay… forever? Here?”

”That would be wonderful.” she smiled and spun her monocle. 

“Not out there, no. Here with me. It’s wonderful, through the mirror.” 

Rebus smiled, opening a portal to a blank white room. “I’ll teleport you myself - the security doesn’t let anyone in otherwise.” 

23 hours ago, NameIess said:

"So... do we have to go to him to get it?"

"I see." A wave of power washed over Rebel, and he stood in the throne room among the ex-hunters. The king stared at him, crystal crown glowing with power. "I know your plan for this city. I will not be tempted by your Plotblade."

“Yes, I think so. I can give Meat a letter to bring to him, then run a trial myself, getting entry to bring whatever the Dreamsmith might want in return.” 

Uh oh. “I do admit I was planning to use trickery to charge the scepter, but it truly needs to be done. It’s important. And, it can help you. My technology is nothing to what a Narrator can do, but a Plotblade? It might even help you fight off Rebus, when he gets here. He likes dangerous tools, and sacrifices his clones - me - so he doesn’t have to face the consequences. He will, this time. I swear it. And he’s feuding with Malevolence, so he’ll probably show up even though he’s already a Narrator. And I can control the Plotblade - if you killed me or confiscated it you’d have to deal with the compulsion.” Rebel argued, truthfully. Well, he thought it was truthful, at least. The final point especially was perhaps not as true as the Plotblade would like Rebel to believe. 

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

3 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She put her hands over her face.

. . . Good. Anyway. Um . . .

A seagull flew down and landed on Bat's head.

-

"Okay, just . . . be nice."

Well, at least he had confirmation now, even if it hurt. He reached up and patted the seagull’s head. 

“I miss Feather… hope he’s doing okay.”

-

She nodded. 

2 hours ago, Kajsa said:

"Glad we're on the same page."

"Can we go now?"

“I was copying you. I’m not actually rude. I still don’t get why you were mean to me for no reason.”

1 hour ago, Dabi said:

He smiled. “It’s okay. I’ll be back soon.”

She hugged herself. “Okay,” she whispered. 

1 hour ago, Dragonheir said:

Alright, then. Ping me when they try. (You have, it seems, while I was writing this - I’ll get to that) 

“Not out there, no. Here with me. It’s wonderful, through the mirror.” 

Rebus smiled, opening a portal to a blank white room. “I’ll teleport you myself - the security doesn’t let anyone in otherwise.” 

“Yes, I think so. I can give Meat a letter to bring to him, then run a trial myself, getting entry to bring whatever the Dreamsmith might want in return.” 

Uh oh. “I do admit I was planning to use trickery to charge the scepter, but it truly needs to be done. It’s important. And, it can help you. My technology is nothing to what a Narrator can do, but a Plotblade? It might even help you fight off Rebus, when he gets here. He likes dangerous tools, and sacrifices his clones - me - so he doesn’t have to face the consequences. He will, this time. I swear it. And he’s feuding with Malevolence, so he’ll probably show up even though he’s already a Narrator. And I can control the Plotblade - if you killed me or confiscated it you’d have to deal with the compulsion.” Rebel argued, truthfully. Well, he thought it was truthful, at least. The final point especially was perhaps not as true as the Plotblade would like Rebel to believe. 

“I… but the trial…”

-

“Thank you. That’s quite wonderful of you.” She stepped through. 

[kajsa ㅇㅅㅇ she/her]

3 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

He nodded.

"Kay." She pulled him after her.

6 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

“I was copying you. I’m not actually rude. I still don’t get why you were mean to me for no reason.”

Corysande didn't say anything.

[Existential]

21 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

She hugged herself. “Okay,” she whispered.

He walked back over to hug her, and moved out to the car, climbing in the back

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

57 minutes ago, Kajsa said:

"Kay." She pulled him after her.

Corysande didn't say anything.

He made a little squeaking noise and took his hand away, following normally.

1 hour ago, Bird Furious said:

Well, at least he had confirmation now, even if it hurt. He reached up and patted the seagull’s head. 

“I miss Feather… hope he’s doing okay.”

-

She nodded. 

. . . Where did we leave him?

-

"Alright. Thanks."

2 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

Alright, then. Ping me when they try. (You have, it seems, while I was writing this - I’ll get to that) 

[echo74 she/her]

On 3/20/2025 at 3:23 PM, Through The Living Glass said:

"Oh wow."

"Well . . . how do you get out of here?"

"Now you have to tell me something embarrassing, so then we're even."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

2 hours ago, Dabi said:

He walked back over to hug her, and moved out to the car, climbing in the back

Twelve followed eagerly. 

Aden called Irie to see if she wanted to go with them. @Through The Living Glass

2 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

He made a little squeaking noise and took his hand away, following normally.

. . . Where did we leave him?

-

"Alright. Thanks."

I don’t remember. He stared at his hands. Maybe Feather had been here the whole time. Maybe they’d just forgotten. He could almost feel Feather’s weight on his shoulder, hear an irritated how-dare-you-forget-me squawk. 

[Existential]

1 minute ago, Bird Furious said:

Twelve followed eagerly. 

Aden called Irie to see if she wanted to go with them. @Through The Living Glass

Raven looked at Twelve, smiling. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

5 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

Twelve followed eagerly. 

Aden called Irie to see if she wanted to go with them. @Through The Living Glass

I don’t remember. He stared at his hands. Maybe Feather had been here the whole time. Maybe they’d just forgotten. He could almost feel Feather’s weight on his shoulder, hear an irritated how-dare-you-forget-me squawk. 

Irie was asleep. Again. Poor Aden.

-

Tam eyed him.

. . . Bat?

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

32 minutes ago, Dabi said:

Raven looked at Twelve, smiling. 

“All right. Let’s go.” 

27 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Irie was asleep. Again. Poor Aden.

-

Tam eyed him.

. . . Bat?

He poked her, then jumped back. 

-

He didn’t particularly want to listen to her. She thought he was dumb. He really must be dumb if his girlfriend thought he was dumb. Feather didn’t think he was dumb. 

[Existential]

2 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

“All right. Let’s go.” 

She nodded, following him to the car

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

4 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

He poked her, then jumped back. 

-

He didn’t particularly want to listen to her. She thought he was dumb. He really must be dumb if his girlfriend thought he was dumb. Feather didn’t think he was dumb. 

She mumbled something in her sleep, but didn't wake up.

-

Tam rushed over to him, panicked.

Bat!

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

4 minutes ago, Dabi said:

She nodded, following him to the car

He got into the passenger side. 

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She mumbled something in her sleep, but didn't wake up.

-

Tam rushed over to him, panicked.

Bat!

He frowned and poked her again. 

-

“Go away. Where’s Feather? He was just here…”

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, Bird Furious said:

He frowned and poked her again. 

-

“Go away. Where’s Feather? He was just here…”

She snored rather loudly.

-

She grabbed his shoulders.

Bat, look at me . . .

[Existential]

2 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

He got into the passenger side. 

Raven climbed into the dirver's seat, shifting into gear and pulling back. 

Okay I'm ACTUALLY going to bed now

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

6 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She snored rather loudly.

-

She grabbed his shoulders.

Bat, look at me . . .

“IRIE??”

-

He did, even though he didn’t want to. Maybe he’d been wrong. Maybe she was just doing Narrator-y things and he’d completely misunderstood her. Maybe he really was on another level of intelligence. 

4 minutes ago, Dabi said:

Raven climbed into the dirver's seat, shifting into gear and pulling back. 

Okay I'm ACTUALLY going to bed now

“There’s an off ramp up ahead.”

[Existential]

Just now, Bird Furious said:

“There’s an off ramp up ahead.”

She nodded and stepped on the gas.

Starlight grabbed the door next to him. "You drive worse than Aden!"

OKAY I'M ACTUALLY GOING NOW I SWEAR

YOU SHOULD TOO

AND I SEE YOU @Through The Living Glass

GO BED

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

5 minutes ago, Dabi said:

She nodded and stepped on the gas.

Starlight grabbed the door next to him. "You drive worse than Aden!"

OKAY I'M ACTUALLY GOING NOW I SWEAR

YOU SHOULD TOO

AND I SEE YOU @Through The Living Glass

GO BED

“I didn’t know Aden could drive.”

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

9 hours ago, Bird Furious said:

“I… but the trial…”

-

“Thank you. That’s quite wonderful of you.” She stepped through. 

Cricket walked into the mirror reflection. “The trial isn’t important, Rose.” 
Rebus followed, and the portal closed behind him. After a count of three, the blank whiteness simply ceased to exist, revealing the landscape around them. 
They stood at the top of a skyscraper of sleek chrome and glowing neon lines, looking out over a city of more of the same. Streets radiated out below them in geometric patterns, bridges arced between the skyscrapers, and  futuristic trains glided through the air. There were parks both at ground level and higher up, with a few waterfalls falling - slower than normal - several stories down into ponds or rivers. Looking upwards, the sky was clouded but still bright, the warm breeze matching the impression of an impeding thunderstorm. The top of their skyscraper was deserted, but there were people moving about far below. Rebus was smiling as he looked over his city. 

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 hour ago, Dragonheir said:

Cricket walked into the mirror reflection. “The trial isn’t important, Rose.” 
Rebus followed, and the portal closed behind him. After a count of three, the blank whiteness simply ceased to exist, revealing the landscape around them. 
They stood at the top of a skyscraper of sleek chrome and glowing neon lines, looking out over a city of more of the same. Streets radiated out below them in geometric patterns, bridges arced between the skyscrapers, and  futuristic trains glided through the air. There were parks both at ground level and higher up, with a few waterfalls falling - slower than normal - several stories down into ponds or rivers. Looking upwards, the sky was clouded but still bright, the warm breeze matching the impression of an impeding thunderstorm. The top of their skyscraper was deserted, but there were people moving about far below. Rebus was smiling as he looked over his city. 

Cricket.

”What are you talking about?” 

-

Symbol took it in for several minutes before she spoke. “It’s beautiful. Excellent worldbuilding.”

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

32 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

Cricket.

”What are you talking about?” 

-

Symbol took it in for several minutes before she spoke. “It’s beautiful. Excellent worldbuilding.”

“It’s peaceful here. My trial was just like yours - we can stay here together. Wasn’t that what you wanted us to do?” 
Rebus grinned. “That’s not all…” He walked to the edge of the skyscraper, steps springy in the slightly lower gravity, and stepped off.
But he didn’t fall - a platform had coalesced beneath his feet. “Here, try it - the utility fog anticipates your needs, though verbal or set commands are needed for more complicated things. It’s nothing to a Narrator, of course, but it can form or manufacture pretty much anything, and anyone can command it.”