The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Immortal Platypus]

14 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

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

what's the emulsifier? You're gonna need something really, really strong in order to hold those two together. For example, Plotblade was needed to alloy Mordite and Nullite, and they're a lot more similar than Mordite/Luxite. They would not want to mix.

11 hours 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." 

kk

10 hours 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.” 

that might work. depends on how far away he is.

There was a weird interference. The needle moved back and forth, rapidly spinning in circles at some times, sometimes pointing at Symbol, sometimes pointing at Rebus, and sometimes pointing directly away from the door.

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

8 hours ago, Bird Furious said:

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

She sighed.

"Well . . . it's gotta be here somewhere. Maybe they just hid it?"

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

On 4/22/2025 at 10:17 AM, Bird Furious said:

Symbol grinned from the balcony above the huge double doors of her palace. 

Four thousand pages, and still the legacy continued. She’d see it continue far beyond this, she hoped. Five thousand, ten thousand, forty thousand. 

But for now, we celebrate. 

Every character in the Thread received an invitation floating directly over their heads. She used the template Sequence had created earlier, with her own note at the end. 

Greetings, beloved inhabitants of The Longest Thread! On behalf of this millennium's host, Symbol, I would like to formally invite you to a celebration for our Thread's 4,000th page! Can you believe it? 4,000 pages already! It feels just yesterday we were celebrating 3,000! There will be festivities, refreshments, and everything of the sort located at Symbol's castle! 

With love and appreciation,

Narrator and co-host, Sequence

P.S. Folding the invitation twice will teleport you to the venue seamlessly! (But the feature will be inactive until the party begins)

P.S.II. Violence is not allowed. Also, don’t destroy anything, and don’t commit arson. -Symb. 

She grinned down at her newly refurbished castle and her lush, beautiful courtyard. A small corner of the Thread, yes, but still hers. 

“A place worth protecting,” she said aloud, then turned to go greet her guests. 
 

Sequence awoke. Perhaps she had narcolepsy, falling asleep randomly for dozens of pages at a time was quite out of the ordinary.
"Gah!!" She exclaimed. "I missed it! Storms, the party isn't over, is it?"

[CoderDrag0n8 He/They]

12 hours 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.” 

No no, its fine. I just realized I was being super confusing and actually don't have any real idea what I'm doing myself. You were being very constructive (lol just accidentally typed destructive) and its fine.

2 hours ago, Immortal Platypus said:

what's the emulsifier? You're gonna need something really, really strong in order to hold those two together. For example, Plotblade was needed to alloy Mordite and Nullite, and they're a lot more similar than Mordite/Luxite. They would not want to mix.

kk

that might work. depends on how far away he is.

There was a weird interference. The needle moved back and forth, rapidly spinning in circles at some times, sometimes pointing at Symbol, sometimes pointing at Rebus, and sometimes pointing directly away from the door.

The emuslifier is Shaping. . Thats why its so unstable.

[THE SEER OF ALL genderfluid]

On 4/26/2025 at 9:17 PM, Bird Furious said:

"It is," Symbol said. 

Don't worry. We'll leave you alone now. 

She squeaked, laughing. "Cricket! I'm gonna fly out like a little kid!" 

“Really? How so?”

[xinoehp512 he/him]

14 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.” 

"I'll put that down as a maybe," said Bacon, making a note of it on his notepad.

13 hours ago, Bird Furious said:

“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.”

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

She gave him a hug. 

Scuddit

sory

ginne a sec

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

"Your compassion does you credit, my dear acquaintance! Alas, I fear I feel the blood hunger coming on! You must away, before I lose all self control and begin to drink your sweet sweet living juice!"

14 hours ago, Hawks said:

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

Bacon exploded in a little burst of confetti.

He reappeared a few moments later behind Cade, applauding furiously. "Well done, well done! Now, tell me- How do you feel?"

He pulled out a notepad and some glasses, which he donned.

3 hours ago, Sequence said:

Sequence awoke. Perhaps she had narcolepsy, falling asleep randomly for dozens of pages at a time was quite out of the ordinary.
"Gah!!" She exclaimed. "I missed it! Storms, the party isn't over, is it?"

"Ah!" remarked Bacon. "Not quite! Unless you mean the 3000 page party. That ended a long time ago."

[Keke They/he]

1 minute ago, xinoehp512 said:

Bacon exploded in a little burst of confetti.

He reappeared a few moments later behind Cade, applauding furiously. "Well done, well done! Now, tell me- How do you feel?"

He pulled out a notepad and some glasses, which he donned.

3 hours ago, Sequence said:

Cade looked at his hand then at him. “THE HELL!” He growled and wind flared around him as horns appeared on his head. 

“Cade stop your not gonna win….” 

“Shut it sera!! Leave your sorry *beep* out of this!!”

[Immortal Platypus]

2 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

No no, its fine. I just realized I was being super confusing and actually don't have any real idea what I'm doing myself. You were being very constructive (lol just accidentally typed destructive) and its fine.

The emuslifier is Shaping. . Thats why its so unstable.

that's... not what emulsifiers are. there needs to be something that holds the alloy together, or else they won't mix.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

4 hours ago, Through The Living Glass said:

She sighed.

"Well . . . it's gotta be here somewhere. Maybe they just hid it?"

"They must have!" He stalked through the streets back to where he remembered they'd arrived. "It was right there. Now there's nothing but stone!" 

3 hours ago, Sequence said:

Sequence awoke. Perhaps she had narcolepsy, falling asleep randomly for dozens of pages at a time was quite out of the ordinary.
"Gah!!" She exclaimed. "I missed it! Storms, the party isn't over, is it?"

"Not at all, Sequence!" Symbol replied. "It's still going on." 

2 hours ago, THE DEMON said:

“Really? How so?”

Symbol blinked, feeling drowsy. "Hmm?" 

36 minutes ago, xinoehp512 said:

"Your compassion does you credit, my dear acquaintance! Alas, I fear I feel the blood hunger coming on! You must away, before I lose all self control and begin to drink your sweet sweet living juice!"

She shrugged, then offered him her arm. "Go ahead. Perhaps it will provide opportunity for character development." 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

1 minute ago, Bird Furious said:

"They must have!" He stalked through the streets back to where he remembered they'd arrived. "It was right there. Now there's nothing but stone!" 

"I'm sure we could ask someone . . ."

[THE SEER OF ALL genderfluid]

7 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

"They must have!" He stalked through the streets back to where he remembered they'd arrived. "It was right there. Now there's nothing but stone!" 

"Not at all, Sequence!" Symbol replied. "It's still going on." 

Symbol blinked, feeling drowsy. "Hmm?" 

She shrugged, then offered him her arm. "Go ahead. Perhaps it will provide opportunity for character development." 

“How is danger fun?” He asks with a concerned look

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 hour ago, Through The Living Glass said:

"I'm sure we could ask someone . . ."

Bat asked someone. The someone didn't respond and ignored him. 

1 hour ago, THE DEMON said:

“How is danger fun?” He asks with a concerned look

"It builds character. It gives you something to do." 

[Through The Living Glass She/They]

5 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

Bat asked someone. The someone didn't respond and ignored him. 

Tam tapped them on the shoulder.

[THE SEER OF ALL genderfluid]

6 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

Bat asked someone. The someone didn't respond and ignored him. 

"It builds character. It gives you something to do." 

“Yeah but… danger… I don’t think that would be fun.

[Terrisman]

I’ve tried getting into this a few times but it never works. Everyone is always online way more then me

[THE SEER OF ALL genderfluid]

3 minutes ago, Terrisman said:

I’ve tried getting into this a few times but it never works. Everyone is always online way more then me

Yeah

[Through the Living Heir he/him]

15 hours ago, Kaladin Stormcursed said:

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!"

Rebus refilled the drink and waited to see if the relevant Author would write in a body. 

15 hours ago, Bird Furious said:

“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.”

Rebus chuckled a little, thinking of his outfit - and what he had just done. He didn’t say anything, though. 

Rebus was a little sad about all those thoughts. She may have been right - certainly at the beginning of their relationship he had been simply trying to benefit himself - but that didn’t mean that causing her emotional pain and watching Lady Bug do the same made him feel good. In fact, it made him feel guilty for the first time in quite a while. 

7 hours ago, epl2 said:

"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?" 

“Not that I know. I cannot lie, actually - it would literally break my word.” 

6 hours ago, Immortal Platypus said:

that might work. depends on how far away he is.

There was a weird interference. The needle moved back and forth, rapidly spinning in circles at some times, sometimes pointing at Symbol, sometimes pointing at Rebus, and sometimes pointing directly away from the door.

Rebus probably should have expected that. He put the compass on a little drone and moved it away from the Narrator interference. 

2 hours ago, xinoehp512 said:

"I'll put that down as a maybe," said Bacon, making a note of it on his notepad.

The young man who had been thinking at Bacon came over to speak to him. “He does make sense, in a way. You simply have to jump to several conclusions, follow an addled chain of free association, determine what is legitimate figgldygrak, and then put together the resulting rebus in a way that makes sense. Earlier, for instance, he was saying that rather than a directive, he was inverted and rooted - in other words, especially imaginary.” 
Meat stabbed him with Nonsense, and went hurdling off into the distance. “Telekinetic parkour typos? It’s him in a way.” 

5 hours ago, CoderDrag0n8 said:

No no, its fine. I just realized I was being super confusing and actually don't have any real idea what I'm doing myself. You were being very constructive (lol just accidentally typed destructive) and its fine.

Alright. Let’s get you an idea, then! Perhaps we can make a list of properties that fluctuate continuously, and then ones that do not. 

[TwinStorm He/Him]

17 hours 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?"

by the fact he played him new eyes

"Thanks." he smiled.

19 hours ago, TwinStorm said:

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

@Bird Furious did you respond to this?

[Through The Living Ash he/him]

18 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus refilled the drink and waited to see if the relevant Author would write in a body. 

Rebus chuckled a little, thinking of his outfit - and what he had just done. He didn’t say anything, though. 

Rebus was a little sad about all those thoughts. She may have been right - certainly at the beginning of their relationship he had been simply trying to benefit himself - but that didn’t mean that causing her emotional pain and watching Lady Bug do the same made him feel good. In fact, it made him feel guilty for the first time in quite a while. 

“Not that I know. I cannot lie, actually - it would literally break my word.” 

Rebus probably should have expected that. He put the compass on a little drone and moved it away from the Narrator interference. 

The young man who had been thinking at Bacon came over to speak to him. “He does make sense, in a way. You simply have to jump to several conclusions, follow an addled chain of free association, determine what is legitimate figgldygrak, and then put together the resulting rebus in a way that makes sense. Earlier, for instance, he was saying that rather than a directive, he was inverted and rooted - in other words, especially imaginary.” 
Meat stabbed him with Nonsense, and went hurdling off into the distance. “Telekinetic parkour typos? It’s him in a way.” 

Alright. Let’s get you an idea, then! Perhaps we can make a list of properties that fluctuate continuously, and then ones that do not. 

Thousands of thoughts buzz around in Taeidin's mind as he considers the implications of what has just been revealed.

"Wait, then - what am I doing? Why am I - there's no direction, you know. What's the motivation? It would have to be at least 4+2... Oh! That explains a lot of things. Altered spacetime, maybe? But I could tell. But! I mean... Narration already destroys the equilibrium. Unless... a fifth type? Upstream, downstream... I think I could do it," he says to himself. 

Turning back to Rebus, he continues. 

"So, they're like gods, but only of certain people? How do they control us? What are they made out of?" 

[Immortal Platypus]

39 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus probably should have expected that. He put the compass on a little drone and moved it away from the Narrator interference. 

It continued to spin in circles, occasionally punctuated by a period where it pointed directly away from Eof's house.

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 hour ago, Through The Living Glass said:

Tam tapped them on the shoulder.

The person batted her hand away and walked quickly in the opposite direction. 

1 hour ago, THE DEMON said:

“Yeah but… danger… I don’t think that would be fun.

"It is," she assured him. "Probably." 

51 minutes ago, Dragonheir said:

Rebus chuckled a little, thinking of his outfit - and what he had just done. He didn’t say anything, though. 

Rebus was a little sad about all those thoughts. She may have been right - certainly at the beginning of their relationship he had been simply trying to benefit himself - but that didn’t mean that causing her emotional pain and watching Lady Bug do the same made him feel good. In fact, it made him feel guilty for the first time in quite a while. 

"Heh," Xanther chuckled. "All right. I suppose you don't know either, then? Quite all right, quite all right." He paused. 

Symbol reached up to fix a small clip in her hair and quickly wiped her eyes as well. She wasn't certain she wanted to know what was written anymore. Every line was punctuated by the question of how contrived it had been. How fake. "It wasn't so green," she continued, just to focus on something else. "I used to dream about places like this." 

42 minutes ago, TwinStorm said:

by the fact he played him new eyes

"Thanks." he smiled.

@Bird Furious did you respond to this?

I'm so sorry T~T 

I keep missing posts-- 

"I just... don't see them a lot." 

[THE SEER OF ALL genderfluid]

1 minute ago, Bird Furious said:

The person batted her hand away and walked quickly in the opposite direction. 

"It is," she assured him. "Probably." 

"Heh," Xanther chuckled. "All right. I suppose you don't know either, then? Quite all right, quite all right." He paused. 

Symbol reached up to fix a small clip in her hair and quickly wiped her eyes as well. She wasn't certain she wanted to know what was written anymore. Every line was punctuated by the question of how contrived it had been. How fake. "It wasn't so green," she continued, just to focus on something else. "I used to dream about places like this." 

I'm so sorry T~T 

I keep missing posts-- 

"I just... don't see them a lot." 

“That’s not very reassuring.”

[TwinStorm He/Him]

2 minutes ago, Bird Furious said:

The person batted her hand away and walked quickly in the opposite direction. 

"It is," she assured him. "Probably." 

"Heh," Xanther chuckled. "All right. I suppose you don't know either, then? Quite all right, quite all right." He paused. 

Symbol reached up to fix a small clip in her hair and quickly wiped her eyes as well. She wasn't certain she wanted to know what was written anymore. Every line was punctuated by the question of how contrived it had been. How fake. "It wasn't so green," she continued, just to focus on something else. "I used to dream about places like this." 

I'm so sorry T~T 

I keep missing posts-- 

"I just... don't see them a lot." 

"Huh." he frowned. "Not very many in the caverns."

[Bird Furious she/her/un/important]

1 minute ago, THE DEMON said:

“That’s not very reassuring.”

She shrugged. "Not my job to be reassuring." 

Just now, TwinStorm said:

"Huh." he frowned. "Not very many in the caverns."

"Yeah... not really. We keep our food tight."

[THE SEER OF ALL genderfluid]

Just now, Bird Furious said:

She shrugged. "Not my job to be reassuring." 

"Yeah... not really. We keep our food tight."

“Fair enough”