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001 ☠ Video/Possible Action?

[He's been staring and prodding at the terminal for the longest time, wanting to at least have a basic grasp of its function before fiddling too much with it, though as of right this moment, Barbossa will fully admit (privately) that he really doesn't understand it. Witchery, devilry, some sort of voodoo...He's not entirely sure, and really, given the circumstances, he doesn't really care. What matters is that he's pretty sure it's for communication. And communicate he will.

There are far more important things afoot, thanks to the letter he's tucked haphazardly into the sash around his waist, because in it, the worst is delivered. He cares not for the world, but his ship...That's enough to make his blood boil.

But none of that shows on his face - for now. He's already raged privately, before deciding it is, plainly and simply, false. Instead, he looks more than a little amused at the circumstances, as he taps thoughtfully at the screen with one long, black nail.]

So, it do seem me home managed to get itself blown apart like a dinghy hit with chain shot. Funny, that. [He doesn't believe a word of it, and it's evident in his tone, and the quirk of his mouth.] Ye'd figure there'd be a tad more warning. Trumpets. Horsemen. Jack Sparrow running away from the scene of the crime. Alas, can't say as I remember a speck of any of that.

So what be the truth of it, aye? Did our saviors rapture us from our dying homes, convinced of our purity and contriteness? Be we the lambs before the slaughter? [Hilarious.] Nay, there be more to it than that. And since it seems ye have me at a disadvantage, I'd be thankful for some...Insight.

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[Jack... Sparrow... a name she only knew by reputation, and a fascination in an empty shack on another world for an overabundance of rum, a drink she still found... sickly to her tastes. However, it was a name she recognized, which made her ears perk up when she heard the message.]

An interesting question...

Does it actually matter what the truth is?

..I'm not sure whether to take that comment to mean that you're a friend of Jack's, but if you are, it's good that he can have someone from his home universe here.

However, if you want some information on this place, look below. I've given you the usual infodump I give newcomers.

This is the Tower of Animus. Four people now run it-Riki, a secretive man who builds the Tower and is in charge of the records, Zo, a small child who can bring souls here, Jason, a sadistic medical doctor who sometimes experiments on the residents. He, I believe, helps transfer your soul when you die. Finally, there’s Ruana, a woman who has been here for thousands of years and doesn’t quite understand human empathy or emotions, and hates it when people go against her. She may seem sweet, but she is capable of removing free will and canalizing her own Administrators.

There used to be a fifth Administrator named Dax. He was the most humane of the bunch and did his best to protect us from Jason and the monsters here. However, when he tried to go against Ruana..she killed and ate him, possibly absorbing his powers in the process. He was a good man.

Death isn’t permanent here. If you die, you’ll just wake up in your bed the next day. However, don’t throw your life away for foolish reasons. For one thing, you’ll probably get punished if you die too many times, and for the other…your body is made up of recycled parts. Only your soul was pulled to this universe. Your body, and the ones you’ll have afterward, are not your original body. That’s why you have the collar. It helps make sure your soul safely stays in your body.

I’m sorry to say that your universe is destroyed. You may see people you know here, but they won’t be from your own universe or point in time. I don’t’ know exactly how our universes were destroyed, but I do know that it was caused by Ruana watching our universes, for some reason.

If you haven’t been to the cafeteria yet, make sure that you eat the oatmeal when you do. If you don’t, you’ll throw up anything else you try to eat until you finish it. However, you can eat anything you want afterwards, and you can add things to the oatmeal to improve the taste.

Monsters roam the Tower at night, and some of the higher floors have monsters that attack if you get too close. If you can’t fight, then I would suggest learning. There are plenty of people here who would be willing to teach you.

[A tall and somewhat thin green-suited individual happened to be wandering past, black hair in a ponytail and sunglasses resting on top of his head. He stopped in his tracks upon hearing Barbossa's...distinctive...manner of speaking, staring in what might well be termed 'flat amazement'.]

[Of all the things he didn't expect, 'someone talking like a cliched pirate fantasy novel' hadn't been on the list.]

...What.

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It's more like the lambs one.

[A beat.]

Well, if the butchers were convinced they were doing the lambs a favor.

To some, the admins did them a favor by pulling them here. To others, this is Hell. [ Mami was on the fence about this one. At least they saved her from dying. ]

We're put through these experiments, for whatever reason. Some of them can be safe but most of the time... Well, you'll see for yourself in the upcoming month, I'm guessing.

I assume you've gathered some information from other people?

[He stares for a long time, as though he's having trouble registering pirate.]

It can't be true.

They told me the same thing, but it can't be true.

[ She's replying with text because she doesn't want to cover up her massive facial scar only for a stupid skype call. ]

Of course there's more to it. Hell, someone told me there's a whole plot to this shit and they've apparently told you, too. [ Yeah, she is assuming helpfulanon up there is the same girl she met. ] Can't really say "it wasn't grand enough", though. Shit happens, right?

Yeah. Totally hilarious.

[Her sarcasm is legendary--wait, is that a pirate.]

If you ignore the fancy salvation crap they try to spit at you, there ain't too much wrong with that letter. Even that's not a total lie. Salvation is relative, depending on how bad you perceive your fate to be.

[DUDE YOU TALK LIKE AN OLD PIRATE BOOK don't mind if Sam here just...stares for a while, because really? Really>?]

Um...our worlds are destroyed, or something. And you're here. And here is pretty much a horrible place. Like, "torture people with fears and ghosts and stuff" kind of horrible.

I-I'm sorry I can't be of more help, the others are better at explaining it than me.

[Hey Barbossa. Hey. Hey. Do you see people with blue hair where you're from? Nope? Well here, have someone with blue hair.]

They're about as trustworthy as anyone in charge is, which basically means no, they didn't do it out of the goodness of their hearts. Well, one probably did, but he got killed and eaten by one of the other admins.

Says everything you need to know about this Tower, right?

[Things that put Jack Sparrow in a foul mood: unexpected trips to the wasteland that's his world, apparently. Sure, being ship-less and stuck in the Tower isn't ideal, but what the hell, at least there's something to do. Idiots to play, interesting people to talk to, there's even a beach to sit by and stare at. It's so very boring, back in the wasteland, he wishes they'd stop sending him over there like a scolded child. He hasn't even really done anything! Except made a ship out of blocks, but even that wasn't too bad, all things considered. Now here he was, back again.

He's heading for the lift to go get some goddamn food in him, after a week of unintentional fasting, when he passes by Hector Barbossa fussing with a terminal. Funny that. Jack could tell him a thing or two, about pissing people off with those, and how fun it is to press buttons to make words appear. But of course only for a price.

He goes on for maybe five or six steps more when the rest of his brain catches up with the fact that's Hector Barbossa there. Jack stops abruptly, still staring straight ahead.]

Oh bugger all.

[After the soft muttering, he turns on his heel and heads back, unable to resist. He gives Barbossa a disastrously smug smile.]

Oh, that's not giving you trouble, now, is it?

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