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[givesyouaboner]

Specifically for the occupants of 2-10
<sub>[When Dirk awakens and can't move at first, he finds himself panicking. This isn't something that normally happens, so it's a huge relief when he actually is able to move. Immediately, he's able to tell he's not where he should be. His memory is a little hazy due to the fact he's still waking up, but he knows that the last thing he was doing, which certainly wasn't sleeping. Who could sleep when their home was under attack?

The letters he finds answers a few of the initial questions he has, but it leaves a billion more unanswered. His world was destroyed? Given the state it was in, he isn't surprised, but he was supposed to get into the game first. He's pretty sure this isn't it. This is horribly disconcerting, because he can't help but wonder about his friends. Did they make it to safety? Are they here?

After another few moments, he's aware he's not the only person in the room either. Well then.]</sub>

...Who are you people.



Network; open.
I'm not entirely sure what is going here, so perhaps someone can shed some light on this situation.
How is it that I've arrived here?
I'm finding the information provided by the welcoming committee highly doubtful for a multitude of reasons that I don't have time to get into at this time.
With that, I'll cut to the chase; in the off-chance that it's actually correct, that my world was destroyed, I must ask.
Does anyone know Roxy Lalonde, Jake English, Jane Crocker and their whereabouts?

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[beknightedheroine]

haha
haha
haha...

_{[Alright, Sayaka, be a little more helpful than that.]}

okay, I got this: hi, welcome to the tower, the land of suck and woe and wanting to punch the administrator's faces in （*＾ワ＾*）! you got here right after a lot of chaos, so who knows if it's going to end up a really lame time to first end up in a terrible doom tower or if it's just going to be the usual casual level of terrible

you got here the way everybody else got here, but the way everybody else got here is something we only have on word of the admins, who are rotten bastards, so the short answer is heck if i know (´−｀) ﾝｰ

[text] omg that's the best response

[givesyouaboner]

Wow, I'm not even going to pretend that was helpful at all.
Is it necessary to be so ambiguous?
But yeah, five seconds in I realised how shitty this place is. What just went down? It can't be a lot worse than what I was dealing with.

In that case I'll have to find out myself.

[text -> lock] i live to serve

[beknightedheroine]

i dunno, your scale of 'worse' gets a little skewed after a while here.

what kinda specifics do you want? "floor whatever looks okay but is actually full of murderdeath?" "eat the oatmeal first or you'll get sick?" there's a lot of little stuff, but...

...

_{[She's never instituted a lock on a post before herself, but she figures it's not too hard - with a little work, she puts up a fairly basic one for this:]}

i don't really want to talk about it at all, but if you're gonna go around asking I guarantee there's at least someone who's worse off than me who you'll just make feel worse. I'm doing a favor for them.

Last month the main tower's power and food supplies were all cut until just yesterday, and a lot of people were took to these.. pod things, and put in three groups. The admins were holding this contest, to see which one could run things best.

it wasn't fun.

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[plushaeusrumpified]

[Bro's been awake for a few minutes by this point. The sleep paralysis had been weird, but he's had nightmares before. He's experienced that kind of shit. He's sitting on the bed hed woken up on, staring down at the letters still. His world has been destroyed? Well no fucking shit, he'd figured that was the case when he'd entered the Medium. No going back. But this was confusing. This wasn't part of the game and he knew that- or at least, he had the hunch that it wasn't part of the game. So the question was, who the hell has that kind of power?

If he said he doesn't have some annoying ominous feeling present in his stomach, he'd be lying. Slicing a meteor in half? No big deal. Being kidnapped from a game when all logic pointed to the fact he shouldn't have been able to be? That was pretty damn scary. But he wasn't going to turn into a quivering pile of goo and start shitting himself. Nope, he was going to wait it out and see what the hell was going on.

So when Dirk wakes up, he turns his attention to him, setting the letters next to him on the bed.]

About time, sleeping beauty.

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[givesyouaboner]

<sub>[It isn't everyday that you're somehow forced into some non-linear place without knowing. It also isn't everyday that you turn your head to the right and find yourself staring face to face with someone who looks just like you. But older.

Wow. Okay.

Dirk's expression doesn't betray him, however. His face remains as passive as ever as he stares at Bro. Finally, he tosses the letters onto the mattress and leans against the wall.]</sub>

If I didn't know any better I'd ask if this was a dreambubble.

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[plushaeusrumpified]

If I didn't know you knew any better, I'd tell you that it ain't a fucking dreambubble. Whatever the hell that is. D'you see any fucking bubbles floating around? Dumbass.

[Yeah, he notices just how freakily similar Dirk looks to him. He's actually pretty sure that's what he looked like as a teen. But he's just going to let that roll right off his back. Because he's honestly sure he doesn't. actually want to know the answer.

Because seriously what the fuck?

It doesn't make sense. And if he thinks about it too hard, he's going to just get pissed off. Goddammit there's only one Bro Strider in the world, who is this douchebag.]

You got a name?

[Don't say Dirk Strider, don't say Dirk Strider, don't say Dirk Strider.]

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[restitchtime]

Someone fucked something up and won't fess, surprise surprise. Nobody knows what the deal is here beyond the fact that the spiel the admins give is a load of bullshit. It's pretty much your basic b-movie horror plot.

Although you might be pretty familiar with those already if you've got a Lalonde in your life.

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[givesyouaboner]

Perfect. Just what I wanted to hear.
There's nothing I wanted more than to be thrown from one fucked up world to another.

Can't say she induces that kind of feeling for me. So do you know her or not?

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[restitchtime]

That's pretty much everyone's dream. Slave tower just lives to please if you couldn't tell already.

No? You must've lucked out. I don't know her specifically but I've run into so many damn Lalondes that I can't be too far off from the full set. This place is great for shit like that.

text forever woo

[chronomancer]

evveryone thinks its bullshit the first feww days
dont wworry
it takes a wwhile fer it to sink in
also
im roommin wwith lalonde
but
uh
pretty sure his name is davvid

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[givesyouaboner]

You do realise by rolling over and letting it sink in, you're only asking to be further subjugated?
That must be one of the Lalondes from another universe.
Until just a bit ago, I didn't realise there were so many, although that's certainly foolish on my part.

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[chronomancer]

ah
the selfrighteous rage
i remember that one
that takes a bit longer to burn out

he probably is
theres a lot a us around here
you might evven run into yerself from another univverse
can be a little jarrin

[Text]

[knightime]

dude
i know shit gets confusing when were both in the general area
but you dont have to get all fancy with your grammar and punctuation to have people tell us apart
your fab obnoxious orange text is good enough as far as i know
no one else really uses our awesome shades of text
but hey
nice to see youre alive and kicking
wait
shit
i guess you cant kick
floaty tail and all
soz man
i can fill you in though
but i gotta ask
who the fuck?
i mean i really doubt you mistyped roses name roxy
gotta make sure though
also whos this english fella and crocker chick?
meeting some fancy little consorts while perusing the planets?
gotta give me all the hot and juicy details

[Text]

[givesyouaboner]

I'm afraid you're mistaking me for someone else, but considering how many people seem to be here, it must be an easy thing to do.
They're my friends, and at the moment I cannot help but worry for their safety.
Before I woke up here, my home and Roxy's were under attack by Imperial Drones, so it's only a matter of time before something happens to Jake and Jane's as well.
Which is why if you know a way out of here, I need you to share with me immediately, Dave.

_{[He's taking a leap there and taking an educated guess. He really doesn't want to be wrong because...bro.]}

[Text]

[knightime]

uhh
...
what
ok
funny prank but this isnt very cute
im not in the mood to fuck around after being turned into someones personal fucking wind up toy
so lets not really keep trying to pull my leg
ill resort to calling you davesprite
and i would hate that if i were you
oh wait

[Text]

[iron_infidel]

Do..nonvk
bjkn
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[Give him a moment. He needs to figure out how to work this network server. Please hold.]

I do apologize for that mess in the above script. I was trying to find a suitable method of response and how to go about it on this network.

You arrived here the same as all of us orange scripted stranger.
Our worlds have been destroyed and the tower, Animus, is now your home.
There is no need to fear. For the most part you are safe now.
However I might recommend going out with a companion before exploring, rather then going off alone.

As for your inquiry as to where the location of your friends are...that I am not certain.
Those names do not spark any alerts within my memory.
If you require any other form of assistance I would be willing to help.

[Text]

[givesyouaboner]

Do you really believe that, though?
The more I talk to people the suspicious that sounds. That's a lot of worlds to have been destroyed.
I'm not saying that it's impossible, it just seems unlikely. So many different people, from different universes?
It sounds more like spontaneous abduction.

I'll keep that in mind, as well.
To have been brought here means that whoever's in charge is formidable, so I doubt things would be made easy for me here at all.
Do you know of a way out?

[Text]

[iron_infidel]

It is a bit of stretch to assume such.
I must point out though, how can we not assume that? There is no proof otherwise. For now it is best to not draw attention to one self and follow suit as the letter has informed.

It is not an easy residence to be placed in.
I have recently arrived as you have, only a few weeks have passed since I woke up here.
Unfortunately I have no found a way to leave. I am still gathering information as I speak to you.

[Text] And cutesy emotes. In Every. Single. Tag. Don't you feel special now.

[theresnosuchthing]

It's okay to be confused!
Everyone is when they first get here.
But you'll see, soon enough it'll even start feeling a little like home. o (◡‿◡✿)

[Text] eee yes

[givesyouaboner]

Lay off the Stockholm just a little.

Re: [Text] eee yes

[theresnosuchthing]

Haha, it's not like that!
But it does grow on you, eventually. ｡◕‿◕｡

[Text]

[daddydeathscythe]

I haven't met anyone by those names. I'm sorry. I hope you find them.

Have you met anyone named Maka Albarn?

[Text]

[givesyouaboner]

I hope so too.

I haven't either. With a name like that, I'll remember if I do run into that person in the future.

oh god i'm so late to this. text; -> video;

[tortileghostwriter]

[...he might have passed this over, if not for the fact this person said his damn mother's name.]

theres some kernel of truth to what the powers that be in this abomination of a tower claim but it should be taken with a truly ludicrous dose of salt

i maintain that its hardly as simple as they say

in any case in regards to your latter question i would

...

give me a moment

[he switches on the video feed. Have a 13 year old kid who, gender and slight darkening of associated color aside, looks startlingly like Roxy.

...and, somewhat more disturbingly, bears something of an uncanny resemblance to Dirk's bro in his younger years, and Dirk himself.]

It would appear that, current status aside, you know something of my mother's present activities--as if anything of the sort is even possible--that I do not.

Enlighten me--oh, I beseech.

[dripping with ironic snark, but the question remains genuine. what the fuck is even going on, who is this.]

/pet. das okay; video

[givesyouaboner]

<sub>[Dirk has little opinion on the text he's reading at first. It's information he's heard by now and started to assume anyway. He's about to respond when the video feed cuts on.

For a long moment, he's just staring at the face on the monitor. His mind is racing because yes he can see all the resemblances. It's a little disconcerting, but he's sure it's one of the alternate universe things. Even still, he's got to be certain. Just in case.]</sub>

You aren't from some future where Roxy and I have a kid, are you?

_{[He can't even move onto answering the kid's question right away. He's in a bit of a shock, although his expression doesn't reveal that at all.]}

Last I heard from her, she was under attack like I was.