The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Immortal Platypus]

3 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus raised an eyebrow. “Of course I do. That doesn’t mean I cannot know things that you do not - at least under the definition of Author that I know of, you cannot be one. Even the Authors at the party aren’t really Authors.” 
Rebus had learned to dance a slightly more conventional way, though most people couldn’t have clones practice different things in parallel. And he was quite good. 

But isn’t any category you try to give it a property? And the changing, for that matter. 

Great! (Rebus is going the other direction, just saying. Just like how if I wanted to go south I could follow that end of the magnet) 

Rebus checked to see if the Prismite was being deflected away from the house. 

“Many letters, actually. The important ones are at. And dreams, of course - the bit of you that wasn’t is.” Meat the Minstrel actually did look a bit like Bacon. Not the same - in fact, they didn’t especially share any features - but he gave off an impression of almost-Baconness. 

“That is because you are important - or more precisely relevant.” A man in a green-trimmed lab coat - Rebus, of course - had walked up behind them while they weren’t paying attention. Perhaps they weren’t at the party, but locality wasn’t too important to one such as he. 

Is he at Eof's house? If so, I missed that. Also, to clarify, the idea itself is sound. there could, however, be things that interfere with the application. It wouldn't work very well at a moderate to large distance, for example. it needs to be pretty short range.

On 4/27/2025 at 1:59 PM, CoderDrag0n8 said:

mmm. Ohhhh, a reef? You know, those are dying. Rapidly.

Ah, okay. Maybe smokite could be Dark Light? I feel like that would be fiting.

honestly, I don't think Dark-Light or Chaotic-Order could feasibly exist. However, it could an alloy of some of the other stuff on the Axes.

On 4/27/2025 at 5:32 PM, Dragonheir said:

Smokite also feels kinda generally chaotic to me, since it shifts, changes, and dissipates, and makes other things change when used. Perhaps it may be chaotic, but then Shapers/Corruptors impose order onto it? 

it might be something akin to Prismite, but it got alloyed with something that makes it incredibly chaotic and reactive.

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

15 minutes ago, Immortal Platypus said:

Is he at Eof's house? If so, I missed that. Also, to clarify, the idea itself is sound. there could, however, be things that interfere with the application. It wouldn't work very well at a moderate to large distance, for example. it needs to be pretty short range.

honestly, I don't think Dark-Light or Chaotic-Order could feasibly exist. However, it could an alloy of some of the other stuff on the Axes.

it might be something akin to Prismite, but it got alloyed with something that makes it incredibly chaotic and reactive.

Well, it is a Mordite-Luxite alloy. Thats why it is so unstable

[Keke They/he]

On 4/27/2025 at 8:11 AM, xinoehp512 said:

"Are they not made out of bacon?" said Bacon, bewildered. "Mine are."

"Well," said Bacon to Symbol. "That was disconcerting."

"Sure, buddy. Whatever you say."

he glares and walks to bacon grabbing his collar. "You love pushing boundries dont you."

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

2 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

“I will accept that deal, though I reserve the right to reverse it should circumstances make it unwise.” Rebus shook the hand again, almost mirroring the man’s actions. 
Rebus is being a little tricky. He’s also wondering what happened to Symbol. 

“I am relevant because I do things that are interesting, to remain relevant. Knowledge of those who determine relevance tends to cause mental breakdowns, but I am long through with mine, and you may be able to accept it.” Rebus took the drink and drank it, wishing to determine whether poison played a part in the other man’s manner. He himself would be unaffected - the nanomachines could analyze it and prevent any negative effects. 

A piano fell from the sky, squishing Meat. He was fine, of course - puns were harmless to him. “Yes - math is about right. Or perhaps sad dirt trees - more so than the others. Sasquatch, sandwiches, slander, serpent, interference.” 

The drink was not poisoned; Taeidin had taken extra care not to put a hallucinogenic mushroom in it this time. 

"My mental health is perfectly splendid," he says. 

Frowning at his empty glass, Taeidin proceeds to put it on his head as a hat. 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

2 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

“I mean . . . look, I’m fine with normal eyes.”

"Well, you have those, don't you? Do you need another pair?"

2 hours ago, Bird Furious said:

The mouse squeaked in fear. 

“Ew!” Rose exclaimed. 

Symbol snorted.  

Mb nope

”Thanks,” Bat whispered, and started down the street. 

-

She whined happily and took a couple steps toward her other self, looking hopefully back at him. 

Bacon gave her a wounded look. "Your indifference is a dagger to my heart. Alas! I have been grievously afflicted, and none care for my suffering!"

A single tear ran down his face, gathering glitter as it went.

2 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

“I will accept that deal, though I reserve the right to reverse it should circumstances make it unwise.” Rebus shook the hand again, almost mirroring the man’s actions. 
Rebus is being a little tricky. He’s also wondering what happened to Symbol. 

“I am relevant because I do things that are interesting, to remain relevant. Knowledge of those who determine relevance tends to cause mental breakdowns, but I am long through with mine, and you may be able to accept it.” Rebus took the drink and drank it, wishing to determine whether poison played a part in the other man’s manner. He himself would be unaffected - the nanomachines could analyze it and prevent any negative effects. 

A piano fell from the sky, squishing Meat. He was fine, of course - puns were harmless to him. “Yes - math is about right. Or perhaps sad dirt trees - more so than the others. Sasquatch, sandwiches, slander, serpent, interference.” 

"Ah," said Bacon. "I see! You want a sandwich."

He conjured a Bacon sandwich and signed it with the spectrogram of popular ragtime song "The Entertainer" by Scott Joplin, then proffered it to Meat.

"No mayonnaise, I'm afraid. It gives the guinea pigs indigestion."

25 minutes ago, Hawks said:

he glares and walks to bacon grabbing his collar. "You love pushing boundries dont you."

"Only the ones that have bright neon signs that say 'Push Me!' I'm considerate that way. Anyways, I want you to know that I'm here for you, in case you feel like shedding a tear or two due to your sad and lonely existence. I have tissues!"

He pulled them out for emphasis.

Edited April 29, 2025 by xinoehp512

[Keke They/he]

1 minute ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Well, you have those, don't you? Do you need another pair?"

Bacon gave her a wounded look. "Your indifference is a dagger to my heart. Alas! I have been grievously afflicted, and none care for my suffering!"

A single tear ran down his face, gathering glitter as it went.

"Ah," said Bacon. "I see! You want a sandwich."

He conjured a Bacon sandwich and signed it with the spectrogram of popular ragtime song "The Entertainer" by Scott Joplin, then proffered it to Meat.

"Only the ones that have bright neon signs that say 'Push Me!' I'm considerate that way. Anyways, I want you to know that I'm here for you, in case you feel like shedding a tear or two due to your sad and lonely existence. I have tissues!"

He pulled them out for emphasis.

Naw xD

he punches bacon face very like inhumanly hard

[TwinStorm He/Him]

4 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Well, you have those, don't you? Do you need another pair?"

Bacon gave her a wounded look. "Your indifference is a dagger to my heart. Alas! I have been grievously afflicted, and none care for my suffering!"

A single tear ran down his face, gathering glitter as it went.

"Ah," said Bacon. "I see! You want a sandwich."

He conjured a Bacon sandwich and signed it with the spectrogram of popular ragtime song "The Entertainer" by Scott Joplin, then proffered it to Meat.

"No mayonnaise, I'm afraid. It gives the guinea pigs indigestion."

"Only the ones that have bright neon signs that say 'Push Me!' I'm considerate that way. Anyways, I want you to know that I'm here for you, in case you feel like shedding a tear or two due to your sad and lonely existence. I have tissues!"

He pulled them out for emphasis.

"Yes!" Cricket said, exasperatedly.

[reisleK she/her]

Hmmm what character did I use last... whatever, I don't remember and I'll just use a random one

Boar blinked in confusion but said nothing.
 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

27 minutes ago, Hawks said:

Naw xD

he punches bacon face very like inhumanly hard

Bacon's face deforms in the exact shape of Cade's fist.

"That's it!" he said, voice slightly distorted by his face being punched in. "Take a deep exhale. Let the anger flow out of you and dissipate away into the world."

23 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

"Yes!" Cricket said, exasperatedly.

"Oh! Well, here you go."

Bacon pulled out a theremin and played Cricket a new set of entirely normal human eyes.

[Keke They/he]

Just now, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon's face deforms in the exact shape of Cade's fist.

"That's it!" he said, voice slightly distorted by his face being punched in. "Take a deep exhale. Let the anger flow out of you and dissipate away into the world."

"Oh! Well, here you go."

Bacon pulled out a theremin and played Cricket a new set of entirely normal human eyes.

Cade shouted "Grah!! THIS IS BS" he light his hand on fire with his demonic fire.the hand that was inside bacon face

[TwinStorm He/Him]

5 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon's face deforms in the exact shape of Cade's fist.

"That's it!" he said, voice slightly distorted by his face being punched in. "Take a deep exhale. Let the anger flow out of you and dissipate away into the world."

"Oh! Well, here you go."

Bacon pulled out a theremin and played Cricket a new set of entirely normal human eyes.

Cricket frowned, confused.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

2 hours ago, Bel Oh said:

good I literally looked up the description for people to get.

does Utility say this?

yeah, that's utility saying that 

I know her rp style  

2 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

"Don't know. Walked by." he shrugged.

Rose scowled. "Mice," she mumbled. 

2 hours ago, Immortal Platypus said:

Is he at Eof's house? If so, I missed that. Also, to clarify, the idea itself is sound. there could, however, be things that interfere with the application. It wouldn't work very well at a moderate to large distance, for example. it needs to be pretty short range.

honestly, I don't think Dark-Light or Chaotic-Order could feasibly exist. However, it could an alloy of some of the other stuff on the Axes.

it might be something akin to Prismite, but it got alloyed with something that makes it incredibly chaotic and reactive.

Yeah, Rebus is at Eof's house with Symbol. 

1 hour ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon gave her a wounded look. "Your indifference is a dagger to my heart. Alas! I have been grievously afflicted, and none care for my suffering!"

A single tear ran down his face, gathering glitter as it went.

"I'm sorry," Symbol apologized. "Your comedy makes you unsympathetic." 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

6 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

yeah, that's utility saying that 

I know her rp style  

Rose scowled. "Mice," she mumbled. 

Yeah, Rebus is at Eof's house with Symbol. 

"I'm sorry," Symbol apologized. "Your comedy makes you unsympathetic." 

"What's the matter? Do you not like them?" he said, leaning back casually.

[echo74 she/her]

On 4/1/2025 at 7:06 PM, Through The Living Glass said:

. . . Technically that works.

The man and his son watched with hopeful expressions.

". . . Why'd we stop?"

It swung back into his face.

AHHH GLASS I LOVE YOU BUT I CANT DO THIS RN

MAY OR MAY NOT CONTINUE AFTER SCHOOL GETS IT

we'll see tbh

anyways i gotta do hw byeee

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

4 hours ago, Bird Furious said:

“Of course, my boy, of course. As do I.” 

Symbol wasn’t sure whether to let go of his hand or not, so she left that to Rebus to decide and made her way to a glass door on the side of the hall that led straight to the hushed gardens. 

Rebus sealed the contract and grinned, though he didn’t say anything. 
Rebus switched hands so they could walk side-by-side, and looked at the renovated gardens. And into Symbol’s eyes. 

5 hours ago, Kaladin Stormcursed said:

"Allo there," Cep says, not really comprehending what the man has said. "Yeah, yeh really gotta try that. I's oddly tasty. Yeh mentioned yeh had summat to share?" Cep didn't really understand any other part of that.

“Two things. The first is one thing - of your choice - that has the same value to me as the drink to him, and the second is an identity-crisis causing revelation about the nature of reality.” 

4 hours ago, Bel Oh said:

I was waiting for someone to get it

The green creature - which was still a creeper - walked back over. It started glowing and hissing again, and backed up until it stopped. 

4 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

Alright, Fine. I have no idea what Im doing. You caught me. hAhaHA

Without tone, I have no way of telling if you’re being genuine or not. I’m inclined to guess no, but I’m legitimately trying to help you work your magic into the lore in a way that makes sense. I apologize if it came off as insulting rather than constructive - and honestly few of us have any idea what we’re doing. If you’ve been tracking the exchanges with Platypus, I have repeatedly been fully incorrect about lore I’ve been using for hundreds of pages, and he’s done some things that were pretty much unanimously called out as OP and not fitting with the rest of the lore. In short, we’re all here to have fun and make a story. Since we’d like it to make sense (most of the time, at least), we try to work together to identify when things don’t and help them make sense. If I’m going about this in a way that feels like a personal attack, I’m legitimately sorry and want to know how I can do better in the future. 

2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Ah," said Bacon. "I see! You want a sandwich."

He conjured a Bacon sandwich and signed it with the spectrogram of popular ragtime song "The Entertainer" by Scott Joplin, then proffered it to Meat.

"No mayonnaise, I'm afraid. It gives the guinea pigs indigestion."

That was not, in fact, what Meat had been trying to say. He summoned the Plotblade Nonsense, cutting the sandwich in neither half nor two, but rather one. It turned into a penguin, exploded, was secretly a laser lawyer, said axioms that could be used to prove all of mathematics, and then became a quantum mechanical instrument - namely, a piece of paper with some holes in it. 

3 hours ago, Immortal Platypus said:

Is he at Eof's house? If so, I missed that. Also, to clarify, the idea itself is sound. there could, however, be things that interfere with the application. It wouldn't work very well at a moderate to large distance, for example. it needs to be pretty short range.

He’s planning to set up a larger device that keeps the needle in a vacuum and cancels out known sources of repulsion (as well as triangulates for distance so size can be estimated from strength, and of course position can be identified), but at the moment he is indeed standing at the front door next to Symbol. 

3 hours ago, epl2 said:

The drink was not poisoned; Taeidin had taken extra care not to put a hallucinogenic mushroom in it this time. 

"My mental health is perfectly splendid," he says. 

Frowning at his empty glass, Taeidin proceeds to put it on his head as a hat. 

“Good. It is up to you whether you wish to risk it to know more about the world you live in - I am almost always available fairly quickly. And of course I owe you a gift.” 

[xinoehp512 he/him]

2 hours ago, Hawks said:

Cade shouted "Grah!! THIS IS BS" he light his hand on fire with his demonic fire.the hand that was inside bacon face

"Do you want to schedule a therapy session? I have an open slot this Thursday."

2 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

Cricket frowned, confused.

"Woo!" said Bacon, wiggling his fingers. "New eyes!"

Okay, now I'm confused. What exactly did Cricket want?

1 hour ago, Bird Furious said:

yeah, that's utility saying that 

I know her rp style  

Rose scowled. "Mice," she mumbled. 

Yeah, Rebus is at Eof's house with Symbol. 

"I'm sorry," Symbol apologized. "Your comedy makes you unsympathetic." 

"How tragic! I will have to dine on blood and shun the sunlight, yet my true inner turmoil will remain concealed behind my comic demeanor. Oh, woe is I...!"

4 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus sealed the contract and grinned, though he didn’t say anything. 
Rebus switched hands so they could walk side-by-side, and looked at the renovated gardens. And into Symbol’s eyes. 

“Two things. The first is one thing - of your choice - that has the same value to me as the drink to him, and the second is an identity-crisis causing revelation about the nature of reality.” 

The green creature - which was still a creeper - walked back over. It started glowing and hissing again, and backed up until it stopped. 

Without tone, I have no way of telling if you’re being genuine or not. I’m inclined to guess no, but I’m legitimately trying to help you work your magic into the lore in a way that makes sense. I apologize if it came off as insulting rather than constructive - and honestly few of us have any idea what we’re doing. If you’ve been tracking the exchanges with Platypus, I have repeatedly been fully incorrect about lore I’ve been using for hundreds of pages, and he’s done some things that were pretty much unanimously called out as OP and not fitting with the rest of the lore. In short, we’re all here to have fun and make a story. Since we’d like it to make sense (most of the time, at least), we try to work together to identify when things don’t and help them make sense. If I’m going about this in a way that feels like a personal attack, I’m legitimately sorry and want to know how I can do better in the future. 

That was not, in fact, what Meat had been trying to say. He summoned the Plotblade Nonsense, cutting the sandwich in neither half nor two, but rather one. It turned into a penguin, exploded, was secretly a laser lawyer, said axioms that could be used to prove all of mathematics, and then became a quantum mechanical instrument - namely, a piece of paper with some holes in it. 

He’s planning to set up a larger device that keeps the needle in a vacuum and cancels out known sources of repulsion (as well as triangulates for distance so size can be estimated from strength, and of course position can be identified), but at the moment he is indeed standing at the front door next to Symbol. 

“Good. It is up to you whether you wish to risk it to know more about the world you live in - I am almost always available fairly quickly. And of course I owe you a gift.” 

Bacon clapped appreciatevely. "Say, do you happen to do commissions?"

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

4 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus sealed the contract and grinned, though he didn’t say anything. 
Rebus switched hands so they could walk side-by-side, and looked at the renovated gardens. And into Symbol’s eyes. 

“Two things. The first is one thing - of your choice - that has the same value to me as the drink to him, and the second is an identity-crisis causing revelation about the nature of reality.” 

The green creature - which was still a creeper - walked back over. It started glowing and hissing again, and backed up until it stopped. 

Without tone, I have no way of telling if you’re being genuine or not. I’m inclined to guess no, but I’m legitimately trying to help you work your magic into the lore in a way that makes sense. I apologize if it came off as insulting rather than constructive - and honestly few of us have any idea what we’re doing. If you’ve been tracking the exchanges with Platypus, I have repeatedly been fully incorrect about lore I’ve been using for hundreds of pages, and he’s done some things that were pretty much unanimously called out as OP and not fitting with the rest of the lore. In short, we’re all here to have fun and make a story. Since we’d like it to make sense (most of the time, at least), we try to work together to identify when things don’t and help them make sense. If I’m going about this in a way that feels like a personal attack, I’m legitimately sorry and want to know how I can do better in the future. 

That was not, in fact, what Meat had been trying to say. He summoned the Plotblade Nonsense, cutting the sandwich in neither half nor two, but rather one. It turned into a penguin, exploded, was secretly a laser lawyer, said axioms that could be used to prove all of mathematics, and then became a quantum mechanical instrument - namely, a piece of paper with some holes in it. 

He’s planning to set up a larger device that keeps the needle in a vacuum and cancels out known sources of repulsion (as well as triangulates for distance so size can be estimated from strength, and of course position can be identified), but at the moment he is indeed standing at the front door next to Symbol. 

“Good. It is up to you whether you wish to risk it to know more about the world you live in - I am almost always available fairly quickly. And of course I owe you a gift.” 

Cep takes a drink, and then stares sadly at his empty glass. "Well, ah don' know 'bout summat with the value of a drink, but ah have ta admit ah'm curious now 'bout this 'revelation' yeh're talkin' 'bout."

[Keke They/he]

3 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Do you want to schedule a therapy session? I have an open slot this Thursday."

"Woo!" said Bacon, wiggling his fingers. "New eyes!"

Okay, now I'm confused. What exactly did Cricket want?

"How tragic! I will have to dine on blood and shun the sunlight, yet my true inner turmoil will remain concealed behind my comic demeanor. Oh, woe is I...!"

Bacon clapped appreciatevely. "Say, do you happen to do commissions?"

Ah yes bacon ignore the 10000 plus degree flames surrounding you.

he growled again. This time he used a little known trick demons have. Its a power, not as strong as ennulling. And varely rarely used due to its energy draining nature. But it cancels powers. For around 10 seconds someone's power, of whom you have to have been touching for around 30 seconds, will disapesr. This is why when angels and demons fight the angels or even god himself makes sure to never get grabbed. Then after negating it. He punched bacon again. In the face. With SUPER STRENGTH

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

Just now, xinoehp512 said:

"Do you want to schedule a therapy session? I have an open slot this Thursday."

"Woo!" said Bacon, wiggling his fingers. "New eyes!"

Okay, now I'm confused. What exactly did Cricket want?

"How tragic! I will have to dine on blood and shun the sunlight, yet my true inner turmoil will remain concealed behind my comic demeanor. Oh, woe is I...!"

Bacon clapped appreciatevely. "Say, do you happen to do commissions?"

Huh. 
Cricket lost an eye, I think - I’m unsure why he chose Bacon specifically. The role eyeballs do sound useful, though. 
The young man roasting marshmallows was reading something on his phone, intermittently glancing at Bacon, and trying not to laugh. To answer your question, I might. Sleep deprivation is key, you understand. I’m thinking oddly, you see. In more ways than one, you could say. He does make sense - and has a job - but only behind obfuscation. He speaks much of the time in rebuses, though I am glad the reverse isn’t true. 
“Do you happen to do commissions? …Stable, sit, scallop, etc. makes talking like the rock you’re like and distressed. Or unpillow.” 

4 minutes ago, Kaladin Stormcursed said:

Cep takes a drink, and then stares sadly at his empty glass. "Well, ah don' know 'bout summat with the value of a drink, but ah have ta admit ah'm curious now 'bout this 'revelation' yeh're talkin' 'bout."

“Do you want more to drink? I can assemble basically anything from the air…” Rebus nodded at Cep’s decision. “Alright. I’ll tell you, and if you regret it I’m sure there’s someone around who can erase your memories. Just hope they don’t collide with a fever dream spirit.” He paused, realizing that separating his vital information from tangents was important, and setting up some sound cancellation so he didn’t give anyone an identity crisis they didn’t ask for. “In short, the world we live in is a story. It’s told by many people we call Authors - some of them are actually here at this party, or rather writing that they are here even though they can’t actually be - and has been going on for a very long time. Authors take responsibility for, and have Authority over, various character, writing what they do and what adventures they have. Some people - such as myself - can notice the things that the Authors are writing, and that’s why you received an invitation to this party, celebrating the fact that over 4000 pages have been written. You still kinda have free will, but you’re fictional, and so is everyone else. You’re a fairly important character, too, since you’re being written about rather than just mentioned.” 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

5 hours ago, Bel Oh said:

good I literally looked up the description for people to get.

does Utility say this?

Yes

3 hours ago, reisleK said:

Hmmm what character did I use last... whatever, I don't remember and I'll just use a random one

Boar blinked in confusion but said nothing.

Utility appeared next to him but said nothing.

1 hour ago, echo74 said:

AHHH GLASS I LOVE YOU BUT I CANT DO THIS RN

MAY OR MAY NOT CONTINUE AFTER SCHOOL GETS IT

we'll see tbh

anyways i gotta do hw byeee

OH GIRLIE IT'S OKAY

DON'T EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT HONESTLY

TAKE YOUR TIMEEEEEEEE

 

BIRB FURIOUS

@Bird Furious did you see my last response

[Kansas Stormcursed he/him]

23 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Huh. 
Cricket lost an eye, I think - I’m unsure why he chose Bacon specifically. The role eyeballs do sound useful, though. 
The young man roasting marshmallows was reading something on his phone, intermittently glancing at Bacon, and trying not to laugh. To answer your question, I might. Sleep deprivation is key, you understand. I’m thinking oddly, you see. In more ways than one, you could say. He does make sense - and has a job - but only behind obfuscation. He speaks much of the time in rebuses, though I am glad the reverse isn’t true. 
“Do you happen to do commissions? …Stable, sit, scallop, etc. makes talking like the rock you’re like and distressed. Or unpillow.” 

“Do you want more to drink? I can assemble basically anything from the air…” Rebus nodded at Cep’s decision. “Alright. I’ll tell you, and if you regret it I’m sure there’s someone around who can erase your memories. Just hope they don’t collide with a fever dream spirit.” He paused, realizing that separating his vital information from tangents was important, and setting up some sound cancellation so he didn’t give anyone an identity crisis they didn’t ask for. “In short, the world we live in is a story. It’s told by many people we call Authors - some of them are actually here at this party, or rather writing that they are here even though they can’t actually be - and has been going on for a very long time. Authors take responsibility for, and have Authority over, various character, writing what they do and what adventures they have. Some people - such as myself - can notice the things that the Authors are writing, and that’s why you received an invitation to this party, celebrating the fact that over 4000 pages have been written. You still kinda have free will, but you’re fictional, and so is everyone else. You’re a fairly important character, too, since you’re being written about rather than just mentioned.” 

Cep blinks and wordlessly holds out his drink, requesting a refill. The voices in his head are blessedly silent for a moment, then return in confused whispers. "So...yeh're tellin' me that ah'm real...but ah'm also fictional and mah actions are controlled by someone else?" He nods. "Makes perfect sense." He looks upward and waves. "Hi there!"

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

53 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus sealed the contract and grinned, though he didn’t say anything. 
Rebus switched hands so they could walk side-by-side, and looked at the renovated gardens. And into Symbol’s eyes. 

“Two things. The first is one thing - of your choice - that has the same value to me as the drink to him, and the second is an identity-crisis causing revelation about the nature of reality.” 

The green creature - which was still a creeper - walked back over. It started glowing and hissing again, and backed up until it stopped. 

Without tone, I have no way of telling if you’re being genuine or not. I’m inclined to guess no, but I’m legitimately trying to help you work your magic into the lore in a way that makes sense. I apologize if it came off as insulting rather than constructive - and honestly few of us have any idea what we’re doing. If you’ve been tracking the exchanges with Platypus, I have repeatedly been fully incorrect about lore I’ve been using for hundreds of pages, and he’s done some things that were pretty much unanimously called out as OP and not fitting with the rest of the lore. In short, we’re all here to have fun and make a story. Since we’d like it to make sense (most of the time, at least), we try to work together to identify when things don’t and help them make sense. If I’m going about this in a way that feels like a personal attack, I’m legitimately sorry and want to know how I can do better in the future. 

That was not, in fact, what Meat had been trying to say. He summoned the Plotblade Nonsense, cutting the sandwich in neither half nor two, but rather one. It turned into a penguin, exploded, was secretly a laser lawyer, said axioms that could be used to prove all of mathematics, and then became a quantum mechanical instrument - namely, a piece of paper with some holes in it. 

He’s planning to set up a larger device that keeps the needle in a vacuum and cancels out known sources of repulsion (as well as triangulates for distance so size can be estimated from strength, and of course position can be identified), but at the moment he is indeed standing at the front door next to Symbol. 

“Good. It is up to you whether you wish to risk it to know more about the world you live in - I am almost always available fairly quickly. And of course I owe you a gift.” 

“Contract,” Xanther huffed. “You’re even more black and white than an adolescent I know. But matters of business. I shall be quite honest, Rebus, I’m not quite sure what it is I want from you.”

—

They were green. Deep green.

Symbol flushed faintly and looked away, both pleased and nervous. This, at least, imagined or real, would give her Author something to do. And herself, of course, until Lady Bug would get on with whatever she was planning. Symbol hadn’t the slightest how Lady Bug planned to hurt her, but she knew all characters— all true characters— had one thing in common. 

She pushed all that aside. This is one way to stay as you are, she told herself mockingly. Self-analyze. All you really have to do is sit back and let things happen. Lady Bug had, after all, promised not to hurt Rebus, so really there was nothing to fear. 

Not that she was afraid for Rebus. He could take care of himself. 

But deep, deep down she knew why she was doing this. All of this. 

To take advantage of— to weaponize the pain she’d feel when she finally let herself realize he was only using her. 

Taking a sharp breath, she Narrated the thoughts away and looked out around the garden. “We never had places like this where I’m from. It makes a nice change.”

47 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"How tragic! I will have to dine on blood and shun the sunlight, yet my true inner turmoil will remain concealed behind my comic demeanor. Oh, woe is I...!"

Symbol tilted her head sympathetically. “Sometimes I feel you’re closer to a character than I am.” 

She gave him a hug. 

6 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Yes

Utility appeared next to him but said nothing.

OH GIRLIE IT'S OKAY

DON'T EVEN WORRY ABOUT IT HONESTLY

TAKE YOUR TIMEEEEEEEE

 

BIRB FURIOUS

@Bird Furious did you see my last response

Scuddit

sory

ginne a sec

6 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She squeezed his hand again.

We'll find something.

-

He followed happily.

Utility paused.

"Oh, it's Minecraft. And you're- ohhhhhhh."

They didn’t.

Bat made a frustrated noise. “That girl who met us,” he said. “She didn’t come in the same door.”

-

Time paused to wait for @Mag and @scudditwhoelsewasitT~Timsosorryitslateee

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

42 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

They didn’t.

Bat made a frustrated noise. “That girl who met us,” he said. “She didn’t come in the same door.”

-

Time paused to wait for @Mag and @scudditwhoelsewasitT~Timsosorryitslateee

Oh! Good point! You wanna go take a look at it?

-

Ye all good

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

9 minutes ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Oh! Good point! You wanna go take a look at it?

-

Ye all good

“Yes. But it’s not there. I looked and it’s not there.”

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

8 hours ago, Dragonheir said:

Huh. 
Cricket lost an eye, I think - I’m unsure why he chose Bacon specifically. The role eyeballs do sound useful, though. 
The young man roasting marshmallows was reading something on his phone, intermittently glancing at Bacon, and trying not to laugh. To answer your question, I might. Sleep deprivation is key, you understand. I’m thinking oddly, you see. In more ways than one, you could say. He does make sense - and has a job - but only behind obfuscation. He speaks much of the time in rebuses, though I am glad the reverse isn’t true. 
“Do you happen to do commissions? …Stable, sit, scallop, etc. makes talking like the rock you’re like and distressed. Or unpillow.” 

“Do you want more to drink? I can assemble basically anything from the air…” Rebus nodded at Cep’s decision. “Alright. I’ll tell you, and if you regret it I’m sure there’s someone around who can erase your memories. Just hope they don’t collide with a fever dream spirit.” He paused, realizing that separating his vital information from tangents was important, and setting up some sound cancellation so he didn’t give anyone an identity crisis they didn’t ask for. “In short, the world we live in is a story. It’s told by many people we call Authors - some of them are actually here at this party, or rather writing that they are here even though they can’t actually be - and has been going on for a very long time. Authors take responsibility for, and have Authority over, various character, writing what they do and what adventures they have. Some people - such as myself - can notice the things that the Authors are writing, and that’s why you received an invitation to this party, celebrating the fact that over 4000 pages have been written. You still kinda have free will, but you’re fictional, and so is everyone else. You’re a fairly important character, too, since you’re being written about rather than just mentioned.” 

"Wait - what? No, that can't be right. There's no way it would work - hmmm." 

Taeidin pulls out some stones and begins juggling them. One by one, he allows them to fall to the ground. 

Shaking his head in disbelief, he turns looks up at Rebus. 

"You're not lying, are you?"