Fatebreaker

Something we could consider is adding Denizen regulation to inter dimensional or interplanetary travel. A barrier could be created that spans the PR, CR, and SR. A gateway would be manned by a powerful DA representative whose sole focus was inter dimensional/slash planetary travel. While not interfering with those seeking to travel, they would regulate the amount of travel and the time required to reach the destination as parameters for their experiments. They would require the proper forms to be filled out before travel was allowed as well, since the DA prides itself in its integrated science bureaucracy. This would allow a player or even a mod to rp the gatekeeper and provide the in universe reason for the limitations of just popping back and forth. Anyone who wants to hop to another world or universe would have to rp an encounter with the gatekeeper, allowing for easier regulation by either the community as a whole or just the mods if they want to rp that. Since the DA is the most powerful group in the multiverse, they can enforce gate security. This can be modified and workshopped of course, but it could be an in world explanation for splitting off different threads as needed.

I would like to mention the the Alleys themselves are already shown to have resources at their disposal that would firmly fall under the sci fi jurisdiction, blending both science and magic. While the greater Alleycity and even planet may have more regressive tech, Denizens are going to have access to more advanced stuff. This can be mostly confined to the Alleys though, should the larger rp want the setting to be more fantasy focused.

A small speaker that had remained unnoticed on the collar of one of the DA delegates blared to life. “There are at least 7 DA employees. The DA would also like to remind you that the latest iteration of The Disclaimer contains a clause that exempts them from all legal ramifications as long as the act in question is related to ‘research’ of some kind. And remember, the only baked goods for me are from the Alley!”

I will say that if she's trying to fix paradoxes, she should avoid the Alleys at all costs. The level of time dialation and constriction, the parallel universes created and destroyed, the number of times scientists have had to kill alternate versions of themselves, it'd be a nightmare for her.

*sweats nervously* Hey man, are you suggesting I'm a craniumist? 'Cause I'm not, I have tons of friends without heads.

The Stranger popped into existence beside the Queen. "Don't fret your royal head about it, Elsa. Some of these newcomers can be a bit flighty, and others forget that the Court has been a long time ally and even one of our first official endorsers. Should you ever require our assistance, you have only to ask."

I would encourage everyone to keep a level head, or heads depending on your corporeal form. Our goal here should be to create the best roleplaying experience for everyone, not just ourselves.

Voidus couldn't help but smile. He hadn't had a chance to spar with another individual of his power level for ages. "Let's keep the Atium and teleportation usage to a minimum, I want to really enjoy this." In the blink of an eye there was a kusarigama in his hands, gleaming wickedly, "Steel yourself, old friend." The Stranger smiled, things had just gotten serious. "Alright then," He tossed the spike into his left hand, then pulled out a much larger one, about 1/2'' in diameter and 3' long. His eyes closed and his body seemed to relax, and soon the glowing after-images began to appear. Countless people and creatures seemed to swirl around him, appearing and vanishing in fractions of a seconds. Normally this would have been a sign of shoddy Hemalurgy, souls failing to bond fully, but here it was something else entirely. Not only did these ephemeral figures wreck havoc with anyone using Atium against him, but it also made it hard to predict his movements. You had to concentrate on the central figure and avoid getting lost in the swirling afterimages, or you might try to block an attack that wasn't there and get hit by one that was. It was something the Stranger didn't often use, but then Voidus was no ordinary opponent. He bowed deeply, then locked eyes. "Kamat me." Voidus launched the weight of the kusarigama at the Stranger faster than the eye could follow. The long spike came up just in time, deflecting the blow to the left. Voidus tugged on the chain, changing the trajectory into a swinging arc. The Stranger was forced to leap back, avoiding the second attack by a narrow margin. He danced among the spinning chain and weight, knowing a single hit with it could shatter a tank. Each arc was calculated with the ideal trajectory before it even began, all while maintaining perfect control. No sane entity would ever dream of engaging in such a battle. Fortunately, The Stranger was anything but sane. He did some mental calculations as he dodged past another swing, then spun and threw the spike from his left hand. it's fine point went through a single link in the chain that connected the weight to the kama, altering it's trajectory. He lunged through the opening he created, the long spike gleaming wickedly. Voidus's face took on an expression of pleasant surprise, even as he knocked aside the point of the spike with his kama. He whipped his blade upwards, but the Stranger caught it with another spike he had pulled from one of his bandoleers. Voidus spun and pulled on the chain, bringing the weight screaming back towards them and forcing the Stranger to leap out of the way. Even as the weight flew by Voidus was already bringing it around for a flurry of blows. The Stranger deflected and parried blows with blinding speed, his long spike dancing in the light. Then, with superhuman agility, he flipped over the weight and grabbed the chain. Before even touching the ground he yanked on the chain, as if to rip it from Voidus's grasp. Anticipating this, Voidus pulled back, increasing his weight to avoid being thrown off balance. Rather than engage in a hopeless tug of war, the Stranger used his pull to launch himself at Voidus. The wind whipped his shaggy black curls as he shot forward like a bullet from a railgun. They collided with a crash, the spike slicing a groove in Voidus's side, even as the kama made a similar one on The Stranger's chest. He planted his feet on Voidus's torso and pushed off into a smooth back flip, barely avoiding the second kama strike, but staying at close range. Voidus's increased weight prevented him from stumbling backwards however, and he twisted his hand to catch the incoming weight with a meaty thud. "You know, I've been trying to watch my WEIGHT, but you're making it difficult." he said with a smile. The Stranger grinned, "I think you should be more concerned with SPIKES in your blood pressure." They laughed, even as they began their dance anew, blades and chains whistling through the air. Things were only getting started.

The Stranger opened his eyes That was always nice, discovering you still had eyes to open. It happened roughly 30% of the time when you were working with highly questionable investiture sources. 20% if there were Psittacines involved. He grunted and found that he could rise, another pleasant surprise. He was standing in a grassy clearing, with several rock outcroppings scattered about. He could see mountains in the middle distance, and forests about 50 yards to his right. He took a deep breath and smelled one of the seas he had created not too far off. He heard a coughing noise, and turned to see Voidus dusting himself off. "That," he muttered, "is one hell of a head rush." The Stranger grinned. They had both survived the transformation process and, based on the fact that they weren't floating through the endless oceans of the Abyss, the planet had too. All in all, it was looking like the experiment had been a success. However, no scientist worth his salt would take such a result on the basis of preliminary observations alone. Time to test the hypothesis. He pulled a small device from his lab coat and adjusted some dials. "Atmosphere, tectonics, spiritual realm... all stable. Planar alignment... isolated." He reached down and scooped up a handful of dirt, which he promptly put in his mouth and began to chew. "Geological composition," *crunchcrunchcrunch* "acceptable." He spat out a piece of gravel as his eye scanned the horizon, making mental notes and calculations. Voidus was conducting his own tests, and the two of them spent hours going over everything with critical eyes. Finally The Stranger turned back to Voidus with a grin "It would appear, my friend, that we are in fact successful." Voidus' smile matched his own, "I can find no critical inconsistencies. You madman, you actually pulled it off." They both threw back their heads and laughed with exultation and triumph. Eventually the maniacal cackles died down and Voidus glanced up at his lab partner. "You know, I haven't been able to flex my science muscles in such an unrestrained manner in quite a while. It does a Denizen good to really test his limits now and then." The Stranger nodded, "While the Alleycity does allow much growth and prosperity, it does hamper the pure destructive tendencies we may seek to indulge. And that brings me to the final test I would like to conduct." He strode a few paces away, then turned back to face Voidus. "The final test is to see if the planet can hold up under excessive amounts of Investiture expenditure. I have designed this specific continent to serve as a demolitions testing ground to see if the True Worldspike can hold up, or if the introduction of extremely large amounts of energy will disrupt it, thus destabilizing the planet and corresponding pocket dimension." He tucked his scanner into his lab coat and then unbuttoned it, revealing bandoleers filled with spikes crossing his torso. "And so I ask if you'd be interesting in a friendly match. To test the limits of this world I've created, to let off a little steam, to show some of our fellow Denizens what the Dark Alley is truly capable of." His smile stretched beyond natural proportions and the spike in his left eye socket glowed with a ghostly light. "Standard rules for a legend rank battle: No Godmetals, no time travel exceeding 1 minute, and no total extermination. While we want to have fun, let's try not to destroy the world I spent so long creating. We can decimate this continent, but lets try to confine our skirmish to it's borders. And of course, we want to be able to regenerate afterwards, so total cognitive and spiritual decimation should be avoided. That said, we're probably the most resilient beings in the Alleyverse, so we shouldn't have to worry about that too much." He flicked his wrist and a spike appeared in his hand. "Anything you'd like to add?"

Ah, but I’m pointing with spikes held in the hands of the thousands of arms that I’m using to point with.

I always thought that all non DA structures were actually just wigwams.

I’d like to out point you all with my thousands of arms.

I'm the... I'm... Who knows at this point. Maybe Grandpa's crazy friend who sticks his head out of the basement now and then?

“Yes, a true Worldspike. In addition to rewriting the souls of every single living organism on the planet, I had to rewrite the entire planet’s soul. But it’s beyond even that. That would require a world stamp, not a worldspike. But I’ve done more than just rewrite a world, I’ve taken pieces of other worlds. “I traveled to parallel versions of Roshar, Sel, Scadrial, and more. Then I spiked minute pieces of the planets’ spiritwebs with thousands of spikes made of soulstone. Then I merged all the spikes into a single module, adding external investiture to create the base Worldspike. I’ve added metal reserves, shardpools, spren, chickens, any kind of investiture you could think of. I even programmed in a Dor where the base Aon required is a cookie! Once I was sure I had all of the pieces needed for the foundation, I began the forgery portion. I began writing a planet’s history, carving it into the very identity of the spike itself. I created a geological tableau, weather patterns, a slight adjustment to the axial tilt, et cetera. Then I edited life itself. I had selected a preexisting planet, complete with technologically advanced humanoids. I could have created a planet from scratch with less effort, but it was about the challenge. I wanted to rewrite not only a planet, but a planet’s entire population. Extrapolating from the basis that the inhabitants of a system serve as components of its spiritual and cognitive identities, I managed to change the histories of nations by changing the planet itself. I’ve had to account for endless, infinitesimal minutia to ensure the changes take. But I believe it’s possible with the combination of Hemalurgy and Forgery I’ve used. It’s taken me eons upon eons, and I’ve had to compress time here to ludicrous levels. But at last we’re ready.” Voidus examined it with a look of awe, marveling at the concept., “This is an undertaking only the truly mad would even consider.” He looked up from the globe, “No wonder you did it.” The Stranger smiled, “Well, of the two of us, I am The Stranger one.” They laughed maniacally together, the sound of it echoing through the chamber. The Alley hadn’t accomplished something this elaborate for a long, long time. It felt good to talk shop and alter the known universe. But further reminiscence could wait.There was Science to do. They donned their gloves and goggles, then turned towards the globe. Voidus checked compression levels and made some slight adjustments to the axial tilt. “Gravitational levels stable, Spiritual fields consistent. Prepare for transformation.” The Stranger nodded, then pulled two cookies from his coat. They toasted, then consumed them with relish, instead of the usual milk. The Stranger aligned the Worldspike above the predetermined area. “Spiking in 3… 2… 1… Initiate transformation” And he rammed the spike through the globe.

Yes, we DEFINITELY don't have any other hidden divisions. And nothing to do with morgues, public transportation, or tour guides. If only we did.

You would do well here, the Alleys welcome open-minded free-thinkers such as yourself. Were you looking for a specific "flavor" of cookie? I'm sure we can provide whatever you might desire. INcluding a posistion within the most illustrious guild on the Shard.

The Stranger waited for Voidus to appear on the entry platform. This entire dimension was quarantined, and under the highest layers of security. There were only two conscious entities allowed in this Alley. Well, three if you included Leonard, but he didn’t really count. The platform began to hum faintly and a figure began to materialize. It took longer than normal to materialize here, which was one of the countless safety protocols in place. It meant that in the 0.00000000000000001% chance that an unauthorized entity had managed to find this dimension, there would be time to neutralize them before they were even able to fully materialize. Two minutes went by as slowly Voidus materialized. All of the biometric and spiritual identifiers had confirmed it was him, so by the time he had fully formed the doors had opened and the Krakenquisitors had been put back in their cages. The Stranger strode forward, “Voidus, it’s been too long. Welcome, to the Alley that doesn’t exist. Welcome, to Alley 7.”

The Stranger summoned Leonard to the Lab. He was a tall, lanky fellow who wore a white lab coat and a featureless mask with a single spike driven through it. "You summoned me sir?" His voice was equal parts fear and apathy, though how he managed that the Stranger never quite could figure out. "I have need of Voidus, go inform him that we have an Omega level breakthrough." Leonard somehow managed to look sheepish, despite having his face completely obscured by a mask. "Uhhhh, yeah, there's a bit of an issue with that, sir. He's actually trapped at the worldspike, under total lock down" The Stranger frowned. That was an issue, it sounded like horrible things were involved, like politics. He shuddered. Very well, this could be worked around. "Use my Helixcycle and contact Voidus three years ago. That should allow him to still deal with whatever entanglements he's currently engaged in, while still allowing him to participate in this historical moment." Leonard groaned, "But sir, you know that thing makes me nauseous. And the spark plugs are all fouled up, so changing years tends to make it stall." The Stranger shook his head. Only Leonard could make riding a time travelling motorcycle sound like a pain. "Hurry and inform him, or I'll have you clean the enclosures for the Lemurquisitors." That got Leonard to go. If there was one thing he hated more than the Helixcycle, it was those lemurs. He scurried off as the Stranger returned to his calibrations.

The Stranger sat in his lab and contemplated the cookie in his hand. It was chocolate chip, slightly chewy and perfectly balanced between chips and cookie. Something simple to enjoy amidst the complexities of Science. He took a bite, then turned towards his current experiment. Distortion fields hummed and hypercompressors whirred, while a glowing sphere slowly revolved in the air, suspended between two gravitron fields. It was roughly the size of a melon, and if one looked closely they could see tiny clouds floating above minuscule continents and seas. The Stranger grinned, it had been no small feat to compress a planet to this size, without annihilating all life on it. It had taken years of work and was one of his prouder achievements. He’d even kept the gravity to scale, and maintained the water cycle perfectly. But all of that was nothing compared to what he was about to do next. He reached into his grey lab coat and pulled out a pair of gloves, as he walked over to a separate lab bench. As he walked he left afterimages in his wake, but they weren’t of him. They were a myriad of people and creatures from across the multiverses: A wailing Parshman in Stormform, a woman in a mistcloak, a strange figure with tentacles for a mouth, a duck. He noticed the duck and realized he had been distracted, so he concentrated and the afterimages vanished. It required incredible self discipline to hold that many pieces of other’s souls, and often less prepared Hemalurgists lost themselves. But the Stranger was no Acolyte, he was the Head of Research and Development, as well as Marketing. He didn’t have time to be distracted by such petty concerns. There was Science to do. He opened a lead box on the counter, and carefully lifted out a silvery vial, made entirely of aluminum. He uncorked it and removed the contents with a gloved hand: a single glowing spike, made of Soulstone as well as some other unidentifiable materials. If one looked closely at the surface they would see that the entire thing was covered completely in microscopic etchings. The Stranger’s perpetual Cheshire-esque grin grew even wider, his eye glowing as brightly as the spike in his left eye socket. He had made an essence spike before, but this was something different entirely. He felt euphoria welling up inside him, but he remained calm and kept himself from dancing across the lab in wild glee. Science was about prioritizing and process, and dancing wasn’t until step 7,542,230, though he had allowed himself a small dance break a few days prior. Now was the time to focus, the experiment was almost complete. The Stranger looked once more at the Spike in his hand. This was too great of a Scientific Achievement to complete alone in a lab. This had to be witnessed, if only to ensure that someone could destroy everything if it all went horribly wrong. The Stranger almost summoned Leonard, his chief acolyte, who’d been his lab assistant for years. But then he realized that there was another who deserved to be a part of this moment, the Original Lurker, The Baker Supreme, the Master of the Alleyverse: Voidus

No, I think the broadcast will be significantly intriguing enough to draw their attention.

@MacThorstenson excellent, connect to the citywide system and ensure video capabilities are fully operational. Also, I want to commend you on your efficiency. It’s Daring Denizens such as yourself that keep the Alleys running a little more smoothly!