The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Jaywalk he/him]

“In a...powerful way,” he says.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

"Being attracted to power is dangerous," she warns. 

[Jaywalk he/him]

Jaywalk looks at his feet. What do I do? he wonders.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Hearing the thought, Thought smiles. "It's hard to do right by me. Well... actually..." She frowns.

Edited March 13, 2019 by Shard of Thought

[Jaywalk he/him]

What do you mean? he wonders.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

I like Thoughts, she explains, touching his mind gently, allowing him to feel her presence. It doesn't take much to think and explain. You're an honest one. I like that. 

[Jaywalk he/him]

Jaywalk is mystified by Thought, startled by her telepathy, yet at the same time intrigued.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

I don't see honest men anymore, it seems. Be careful. They may try to steal that from you. Don't let them, please. It's part of you.

[Jaywalk he/him]

Don’t worry. I won’t. He clenched his fists, thinking of the mimes’ treachery.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

And yet again, Thought found herself admiring another human. She loved those creatures. Her time as one had taught her a thing or who.

[Jaywalk he/him]

As he conversed with Thought, Jaywalk realized they really weren’t that different. Being a Narrator changed you in ways beyond comprehension, giving you dangerous power that many could wield, but few correctly.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

The real difference being, of course, that while Jay was limited to this thread only, Thought had the power to embody all ideas.

[Jaywalk he/him]

True power comes with control.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

And understanding of what that power demands.

[Jaywalk he/him]

My power may be confined to TLT, but within these bounds it is infinite. I can do whatever I choose.

[Zephrun’s Imperium they/he]

Star gives me that power as well when we are one. Do not overestimate yourself.

I have to go.  We'll continue this later...

[Jaywalk he/him]

Bye.

[The Technovore he/him]

Narrator Tech sat behind the fourth wall, watching the two other narrators stare deeply into each others eyes. It felt grossly reminiscent of Twilight, yet somehow they actually pulled it off.

He decided to ship it, and sell the t-shirts at a limited-time premium.

One must always take advantage of a golden business opportunity.

Edited March 13, 2019 by The Technovore

[Lunamor she/her]

Lunamor wondered how it got so serious so fast. He decided to send in a SWAT team of ghanderflaffles to ridiculofy things up.

Ridiculofy is a word now.

[Jaywalk he/him]

Jaywalk slipped into his void, waiting for Thought to return.

[The Technovore he/him]

Technovore now had a T-shirt stand. His stand stood in a spooky alleyway in the despondent void that used to be the fourth wall. He sold shipping T-shirts. They all had customink watermarks on them, along with random symbols and uncreative name mashups branded on them. They were not very good. Tech is bad at business.

Edited March 13, 2019 by The Technovore

[Lunamor she/her]

Narrator Lunamor bought a T-shirt anyways.

[The Technovore he/him]

Technovore and Lunamor pranced about Jaywalk sporting their totally quality T-shirts, tauntingly singing their songs of sitting in trees and the like. It was a good time for the two of them. Jaywalk did not appreciate it as much.

[Jaywalk he/him]

Which was evident by how he ripped their shirts to shreds with his void.

[The Technovore he/him]

Which was fine. In Tech’s feverish shipping frenzy, he had ordered thousands of JayThought shirts and stored them in warehouses all across the RPverse. 

Tech assured everyone that that was definitely NOT foam coming out of his mouth, it was simply... dish soap. Yes dish soap. Dish soap is perfectly sane.