The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, TwinStorm said:

"I'd . . . like some guidance, though."

"Alright. I could create a scenario for you, if you wish."

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

"Alright. I could create a scenario for you, if you wish."

"No . . . I just want . . . a place to start. Looking, if that makes sense."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, TwinStorm said:

"No . . . I just want . . . a place to start. Looking, if that makes sense."

"Looking for . . . someone to help?"

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

"Looking for . . . someone to help?"

"Sure." he shrugged.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, TwinStorm said:

"Sure." he shrugged.

"Alright."

He took them to a random city.

Thousands of people milled about, and huge, gleaming skyscrapers stretched into the sky.

One person gave Stone a weird look.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

"Alright."

He took them to a random city.

Thousands of people milled about, and huge, gleaming skyscrapers stretched into the sky.

One person gave Stone a weird look.

He looked around, stunned, before realizing just how out of place he probably looked, still in his combat gear. 

He walked off in a random direction, hoping for the Authors to guide him to somebody.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, TwinStorm said:

He looked around, stunned, before realizing just how out of place he probably looked, still in his combat gear. 

He walked off in a random direction, hoping for the Authors to guide him to somebody.

Utility walked beside him.

"Is there a specific kind of situation you're looking to come across?"

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wow that's some punctuation right there

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Utility walked beside him.

"Is there a specific kind of situation you're looking to come across?"

"No. Just somebody to help me. I think . . . hopefully my Author will guide me to some sort of quest."

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, TwinStorm said:

"No. Just somebody to help me. I think . . . hopefully my Author will guide me to some sort of quest."

"That's entirely up to him, although my Author may also help, if she so chooses."

They passed all kinds of buildings and shops, full of many different kinds of people.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

4 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"No. Just somebody to help me. I think . . . hopefully my Author will guide me to some sort of quest."

A man in a lab coat - Rebus, of course - caught his eye briefly, though he was talking to another passerby. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

3 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

A man in a lab coat - Rebus, of course - caught his eye briefly, though he was talking to another passerby. 

That works, also, Utility thought.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

6 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"That's entirely up to him, although my Author may also help, if she so chooses."

They passed all kinds of buildings and shops, full of many different kinds of people.

He chose one at random, striding inside.

3 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

A man in a lab coat - Rebus, of course - caught his eye briefly, though he was talking to another passerby. 

He ignored him for the moment, his intuition warning him against that random pharmacist or whatever.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

5 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

That works, also, Utility thought.

4 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

He ignored him for the moment, his intuition warning him against that random pharmacist or whatever.

Rebus was almost annoyed, but Stone’s thoughts were funny enough to balance it out. “Thank you for your time,” he told the random passerby, and walked away. 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

7 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

He chose one at random, striding inside.

Utility followed him into the Pharmacy.

It looked like a pretty standard Pharmacy.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

3 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Utility followed him into the Pharmacy.

It looked like a pretty standard Pharmacy.

He looked around, choosing an aisle at random.

[echo74 she/her]

 

22 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"I don't think I've ever been here. It's . . . nice," she said quietly.

He nodded.

She nodded. “That’s a little cheesy… but I agree.”

19 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

Jack looked up at her. “Who are you?” It is perhaps relevant to note that his face was made of metal. In fact, all his skin was made of metal of several types, with some gaps showing visible gears. He did look fairly human, and his confusion and mild panic was evident on his face. 

@Through The Living Glass 

Eleanor giggled. She looked fairly ordinary by herself—corn-colored hair tucked in a long braid. A long flowy nightgown. Oh, right, and a giant bloody wound on her middle.

19 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Utility watched from nearby. He thought the gears were a bit excessive, but who was he to judge?

Eleanor noticed Utility but didn’t say anything.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

19 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

He looked around, choosing an aisle at random.

The shelves were full of medicine. And a bomb. But mostly medicine.

2 minutes ago, echo74 said:

She nodded. “That’s a little cheesy… but I agree.”

He snorted a laugh.

"Hilarious."

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

The shelves were full of medicine. And a bomb. But mostly medicine.

He snorted a laugh.

"Hilarious."

Stone's eyes lazily glanced over the shelves, resting briefly on the bomb. He reached for it, hesitantly, hoping it wasn't triggered by touch.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, TwinStorm said:

Stone's eyes lazily glanced over the shelves, resting briefly on the bomb. He reached for it, hesitantly, hoping it wasn't triggered by touch.

Oh, wow, how random.

It was not triggered by touch.

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

11 minutes ago, echo74 said:

Eleanor giggled. She looked fairly ordinary by herself—corn-colored hair tucked in a long braid. A long flowy nightgown. Oh, right, and a giant bloody wound on her middle.

Jack figured that wasn’t too much of a problem - some of his skin was missing, after all. More injuries to either of them would likely be problematic, but she looked fine at the moment. Having concluded there wasn’t a medical emergency, Jack shakily got to his feet, quiet sounds of gears and springs audible as he moved. “Do you often sneak up on innocent passerby’s?” 

Edited March 29, 2025 by Dragonheir
Spelling, added dialogue

[TwinStorm He/Him]

1 minute ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Oh, wow, how random.

It was not triggered by touch.

He held it delicately, and stuffed it into his bag, for future use.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

Just now, TwinStorm said:

He held it delicately, and stuffed it into his bag, for future use.

. . . It was very clearly a live bomb.

[TwinStorm He/Him]

Just now, Through The Living Glass said:

. . . It was very clearly a live bomb.

He pulled it out, and hurled it through a portal he formed. He blinked. He could make portals? Well, that was useful.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, TwinStorm said:

He pulled it out, and hurled it through a portal he formed. He blinked. He could make portals? Well, that was useful.

lol

When he dropped the portal, there was a very surprised, very elderly lady staring at him with wide eyes.

Unsure what to do, she turned and walked away without a word.

[echo74 she/her]

12 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

The shelves were full of medicine. And a bomb. But mostly medicine.

He snorted a laugh.

"Hilarious."

She chuckled. “I had to.”

6 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Jack figured that wasn’t too much of a problem - some of his skin was missing, after all. More injuries to either of them would likely be problematic, but she looked fine at the moment. Having concluded there wasn’t a medical emergency, Jack shakily got to his feet, quiet sounds of gears and springs audible as he moved. “Do you often sneak up on innocent passerby’s?” 

She lit up, looking animated as she spoke. “Well… yeah! It’s fun to scare people! Or… robot people… But anyways! Weren’t you scared?”