GOING ON A JUNGLE ADVENTURE, TO SEE WHAT WE CAN SEE

[windykind.livejournal.com]

EB: hey everybody!
so i guess we're all stuck here for a little while?
according to that letter i got, anyway. did anyone else get a letter like that?
i guess you all must be from the new session. there sure are a lot of you, though...
in any case, hi! i'm john!
i created you, kind of.
not really.
i actually kind of don't know!
but i guess this place is pretty cool.

oh yeah, also!
if you see anyone named:
dave strider
rose lalonde
or jade harley

then can you tell me?
it's really important!
thank you!

Comments

[guiltapalooza]

[She follows him over, understanding the reaction completely. Several of the floors do that to her-- immediate, instinctual reaction to reach out and touch.]

I think maybe sometimes? I don't usually watch too closely. It's all very zen.

[windykind.livejournal.com]

I guess it's too high up. [He backs away from the window a bit, enough to be considered normal, and then turns back to Willow and the rest of the room; if he looked thoughtful before, it's gone now, and he's pretty eager to explore further.] So cool... [He continues poking around the room a bit, sitting down and bouncing lightly on the seats and so on, before he thinks of something and looks up again.] Who made this place? It's crazy. And that's only two floors...

[guiltapalooza]

You haven't seen anything yet if you think this is crazy, [she assures him.] We shouldn't actually be high enough to see clouds from this level, but there it is. This is like... the tip of the iceberg of strange.

I don't think anyone here knows who made the tower-- at least not yet. [Because Willow isn't about to give up looking for answers, herself. That aside, she gives him another smile.] Ready for the next?

[windykind.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Let's go on to the next floor. [John pulls on his hoodie a bit to straighten it out, then heads for the spiral staircase.]

[guiltapalooza]

[Doop doop up the stairs to the fifth floor, which has some NPCs working at security terminals doggedly.]

This one's not too interesting. Around the outer wall there's devices that will show you what's supposedly your ruined wasteland of a home, but I personally don't buy any of that.

ALL THE QUESTIONS

[windykind.livejournal.com]

Ruined wasteland of a-- wait, that was real? [...Aaaand a moment later he hears Willow say she didn't believe it, and since he's got nothing better to go by, he's sticking with her.] ...Wow. Eerie. [He peers in to the red-collared drones, clattering away.] Who are those people?

fffff Willow can turn into an exposition machine if you aren't careful ...

[guiltapalooza]

Illusions aren't terribly complicated, at least where I'm from, and I've seen the tower use illusions for other things for sure. Not to mention-- someone tries to destroy my Earth on a pretty much yearly basis. I find it hard to believe someone succeeded this time.

[She just can't believe that Earth is gone; it literally won't compute in her brain to think that all of her friends are dead, all of them, without it necessitating a breakdown. So she's staying with her disbelief.]

Um, anyway, they're some of the people that take care of the tower. They don't really... talk very much. Or at all, that I've seen.

[windykind.livejournal.com]

...Well... I'm pretty sure our world was kind of... destroyed already... I was on some kind of a spaceship, last time I checked... [So confusing. Still, he's going to stand there and watch the drones for a few seconds more, wondering if they do anything besides type and... well, type. It's the only thing they do.] That it? Do we move on?

[guiltapalooza]

Oh-- um, yeah. Moving on. [And further up the stairs...]

I'm sorry about your world, [she offers, a little hesitantly.] Is there any way to get it back?

[windykind.livejournal.com]

Don't worry about it! [He smiles at her, but who knows if he really means it?] You lose a world, but then you make a new one in its place. Ours got reset, I think, so it's still around. Just not how we knew it.

[guiltapalooza]

That's still kinda sad, though. I'm sure it's not as easy as you're making it seem.

But I get it. Sometimes the world is about to end-- or does-- and you just have to keep on trucking. My friends were always still around, anyway, so I had plenty of other things to think about.