The Longest Thread (Misadventures)

[Immortal Platypus]

1 hour ago, Ookla the Black Sock said:

"What kills someone? The sword or the hand that swings it? What brought me back, those who I guided or myself?" Darkness said ponderously from all around. The shadows moved, brushing against Platypus. They were icy cold. "Shall we begin our dance, or will we continue playing?"

"Guided? You didn't guide me. You infiltrated my head at the last moment to justify coming here, and I'm here to undo that. Do your worst." Platypus flares up, light exploding from him like a star, pushing shadows back.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

"Why is everyone fighting again?" Sequence rolled her eyes, sitting back in a lawn chair and folding her arms across her chest.

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

46 minutes ago, Ookla the Categorized said:

"Why is everyone fighting again?" Sequence rolled her eyes, sitting back in a lawn chair and folding her arms across her chest.

"Because they're weird." The Once-Author said. "Mimosa?"

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Prehistoric said:

"Because they're weird." The Once-Author said. "Mimosa?"

"Ooh thank you." Sequence accepted the offer thankfully, then paused. "I don't believe I've met you before." She offered her hand forward in greeting. "I'm Sequence! And you?"

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Categorized said:

"Ooh thank you." Sequence accepted the offer thankfully, then paused. "I don't believe I've met you before." She offered her hand forward in greeting. "I'm Sequence! And you?"

"I am the Once-Author." He said. "May I ask why you aren't fighting?"

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

Just now, Ookla the Prehistoric said:

"I am the Once-Author." He said. "May I ask why you aren't fighting?"

Sequence paused again, staring off into the distance blankly. "I've had my fair share of fighting for one lifetime... Tell me, 'Once-Author', why are you named that? Are you a Narrator? An author personified? ... One who used to be an author personified?"

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

5 minutes ago, Ookla the Categorized said:

Sequence paused again, staring off into the distance blankly. "I've had my fair share of fighting for one lifetime... Tell me, 'Once-Author', why are you named that? Are you a Narrator? An author personified? ... One who used to be an author personified?"

"I was an author, once. And then my character, Ryss, somehow kicked me out and swapped me places." The Once-Author said. "Now I'm just trying to survive. I want to get back, but... I don't know that I can."

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

6 minutes ago, Ookla the Prehistoric said:

"I was an author, once. And then my character, Ryss, somehow kicked me out and swapped me places." The Once-Author said. "Now I'm just trying to survive. I want to get back, but... I don't know that I can."

Sequence tilted her head. "So.. does that mean you're a Narrator now? Once-Author turned Narrator?"

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Categorized said:

Sequence tilted her head. "So.. does that mean you're a Narrator now? Once-Author turned Narrator?"

"Something like that, yes. I was once a more powerful being, even down here, but over time... yes, I have become a narrator."

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

Just now, Ookla the Prehistoric said:

"Something like that, yes. I was once a more powerful being, even down here, but over time... yes, I have become a narrator."

"Well that isn't all too bad, right? Narrators are plenty powerful as well! I also like to think we're much more fun." Sequence winked, a lightbulb appearing in her hand. "We're the ones who make things happen on this thread! Sure, I've likely endured much more suffering than my Author, but I've also likely had much more fun!" The lightbulb in Sequence's hand glowed a faint purple color, and she let go of it, watching it with a smile as it floated off into the distance. "Trust me, we've got plenty of power as well."

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

Just now, Ookla the Categorized said:

"Well that isn't all too bad, right? Narrators are plenty powerful as well! I also like to think we're much more fun." Sequence winked, a lightbulb appearing in her hand. "We're the ones who make things happen on this thread! Sure, I've likely endured much more suffering than my Author, but I've also likely had much more fun!" The lightbulb in Sequence's hand glowed a faint purple color, and she let go of it, watching it with a smile as it floated off into the distance. "Trust me, we've got plenty of power as well."

"Yes, but... life is hard. And as an author I don't have to deal with death as much. Just... school. Egh..."

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Prehistoric said:

"Yes, but... life is hard. And as an author I don't have to deal with death as much. Just... school. Egh..."

"Well that's fair I suppose..." Sequence shrugged. "I try to make the best of it. I suppose that's why I'm not fighting! So much death, better off to avoid it, right?"

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

Just now, Ookla the Categorized said:

"Well that's fair I suppose..." Sequence shrugged. "I try to make the best of it. I suppose that's why I'm not fighting! So much death, better off to avoid it, right?"

"Yeah... I try, but... then things just get boring. Except when this kind of thing happens, but for some reason it always decays into more fighting."

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

Just now, Ookla the Prehistoric said:

"Yeah... I try, but... then things just get boring. Except when this kind of thing happens, but for some reason it always decays into more fighting."

"Also fair, also fair.. Say, why don't we build a city together? You and me? Way back in the day, Doomie and Thaidakar built Kalithor and it was a beacon of peace and achievement! ...I think, I only ever visited once.." Sequence shuddered. "Could be fun!"

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Categorized said:

"Also fair, also fair.. Say, why don't we build a city together? You and me? Way back in the day, Doomie and Thaidakar built Kalithor and it was a beacon of peace and achievement! ...I think, I only ever visited once.." Sequence shuddered. "Could be fun!"

"Sounds... yes... yeah, that would be fun!"

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Prehistoric said:

"Sounds... yes... yeah, that would be fun!"

"Lovely!" Sequence clapped her hands together and she and the Once-Author stood on a small platform in space, overlooking a massive and expansive universe. "Where should we start? There are plenty of planets here, all types of varieties, or.. we could make our own as well, that's an option."

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

Just now, Ookla the Categorized said:

"Lovely!" Sequence clapped her hands together and she and the Once-Author stood on a small platform in space, overlooking a massive and expansive universe. "Where should we start? There are plenty of planets here, all types of varieties, or.. we could make our own as well, that's an option."

"I vote we make our own. Might as well, since we can."

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

1 minute ago, Ookla the Prehistoric said:

"I vote we make our own. Might as well, since we can."

"Good idea." Sequence waved her hand and a barren gray planet appeared, rotating slowly below the platform. "How do you feel about mountains? I always thought a city waaaay up in the mountains would be interesting."

[Immortal Platypus]

Hacob popped in where Sequence and OA were. "Hey, I know the ally from several hundred pages ago had a little experience in making worlds. She worked with Onyx's assistant for a little. You could ask her or Onyx for help, although Onyx's Author is inactive right now." Then he poofed away.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

Just now, Ookla the Immortal said:

Hacob popped in where Sequence and OA were. "Hey, I know the ally from several hundred pages ago had a little experience in making worlds. She worked with Onyx's assistant for a little. You could ask her or Onyx for help, although Onyx's Author is inactive right now." Then he poofed away.

"Hey I remember the ally! Oh- okay, there he goes- I guess we could invite her if she shows up."

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Categorized said:

"Good idea." Sequence waved her hand and a barren gray planet appeared, rotating slowly below the platform. "How do you feel about mountains? I always thought a city waaaay up in the mountains would be interesting."

"Oooo... yes! And maybe one underground too!"

[Immortal Platypus]

3 minutes ago, Ookla the Categorized said:

"Hey I remember the ally! Oh- okay, there he goes- I guess we could invite her if she shows up."

Hacob poked his head through a rift in space. "Sorry, I still need to figure out exactly how to use this thing against Darkness." He waves a small remote. "See ya later!"

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

Just now, Ookla the Prehistoric said:

"Oooo... yes! And maybe one underground too!"

"Multiple cities! I like the way you think." Sequence waved another hand and the barren planet was filled with endless expanses of snowcapped mountains, occasionally parted by small lakes and patches of dark green trees. "And now, the cities themselves. Here, you give it a try."

[Through the Living Elan He/Him]

Just now, Ookla the Categorized said:

"Multiple cities! I like the way you think." Sequence waved another hand and the barren planet was filled with endless expanses of snowcapped mountains, occasionally parted by small lakes and patches of dark green trees. "And now, the cities themselves. Here, you give it a try."

The Once-Author begins writing in the air with a pen, glowing letters appearing. "Sorry, this is how I do things." A city appeared at the top of the mountain, first small, just a few wooden huts and lodges, but then it begins growing.

[ThroughTheLivingSequence she/her/they/them]

2 minutes ago, Ookla the Prehistoric said:

The Once-Author begins writing in the air with a pen, glowing letters appearing. "Sorry, this is how I do things." A city appeared at the top of the mountain, first small, just a few wooden huts and lodges, but then it begins growing.

"Oh no worries, every Narrator has their own way of doing things." Sequence watched the city grow with interest, gently adding subtle details such as roads and fences.