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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?

Comments

[knightime]

[Hhahaha. Him a hero. You're funny, dude. Obviously, you have not met him and how much of a not hero he is.]

uh huh
ok
other dirk
you know what im not even gonna bother
this game has made less and less sense the longer i stay here
thank you alternate universes for proceeding to make things even more difficult
welp
yea
its a webcomic i used to update
cant really update it so much anymore for obvious reasons
and i think this might be easier to talk about in person
i enjoy assaulting your eyes with my awesome text as much as the next cool kid
but this might be easier to actually do in person

[givesyouaboner]

_{[Excellent idea, so Dirk's just going to cut to the chase.]}

I agree.
I'm currently in the second floor corridor.
Considering you're much more acquainted with the tower than I am, would you like to meet here?


_{[As a side note...]}

As an alternative you could come to my room and see the other Dirk too, if you want.

[knightime]

ill see you in the corridor

[He's not sure if he wants to see the other Dirk, although he isn't fully sure what Dirk means about that.]

[givesyouaboner]

_{[He doesn't bother responding; he simply gets up and leans against the wall, keeping an eye out.]}

[knightime]

[Dirk probably sees Dave slowly approaching. He's wearing his God Tier outfit today, one of the swords from his trunk in hand. It's become habit to carry a weapon around with him at all times after all.

While Dave could float, he actually walks. Having wheels for legs for almost a week has made him really appreciate having legs for once.

Dave stops though as he sees Dirk. What.]

[givesyouaboner]

<sub>[He does; it's hard to miss all of that red anyway. He pushes himself off of the wall and stands in the middle of the hall. He's quick to notice the sword, but he's confident Dave wouldn't use it on him. Because it's, yanno, Dave.

When Dave stops walking, he closes the distance until they're but a metre or so apart.]</sub>




Hi, Dave.

[knightime]

[It takes Dave a moment to do anything else that isn't staring with a slightly gaping mouth. He does close his mouth because, wow that's really embarrassing.

It takes a little longer to say something.] Uh. [Eloquent. Jesus shit he's terrible at this.] I understand even less suddenly.

[givesyouaboner]

_{[Now would be a good time to try to clarify, right? Here goes nothing...]}

It's Einsteinian, in a way. I'm sure you're familiar with the theory that energy cannot be created or destroyed? You could apply it in this instance as well. After what happened in your session, a new one was needed in order to fix things, correct?

New souls aren't created to fill a new universe. They're the same, in different circumstances. To put it simply, guardians become the players and vice versa.

_{[Are you following? Dirk thinks this is a reasonable explanation.]}

[knightime]

[If Dave's mind was a harddrive, it would have crashed just now. Yeah. He's a smart cookie. If their roles were swapped, which by the way, sucks because he thought he'd be the Player and not the guardian. Wait. Oh fuck no.

If their roles were swapped, that means this is...

He might have just stopped breathing.] Oh. [Speechless. Congratulations, you got him to shut up.]

[givesyouaboner]

_{[He gives everything a moment to sink in before he speaks again. Or at least, he opens his mouth to. He's at just as much of a loss, simply because there's nothing easy about meeting this way.]}

So yeah. Does that clear things up?

[knightime]

[Would it be in bad taste to just...abscond? Because he really would like to do that. He feels like he should know more about this, but he doesn't. And that's frustrating and this is frustrating and he's not ready. Despite the bullshit Jason put them through the entire month, this somehow is what gets him the most.

Fuck you tower.] Uh yeah. It does. [Mumbling. Whoops.]

[givesyouaboner]

_{[Dirk's starting to get a feel for how uncomfortable this is for Dave. He can't really blame him for it, either.]}

We can meet up some other time if you'd prefer.

[knightime]

[He's never telling you about the last time he saw Bro. This is so hella awkward, you can't even fathom it right now, Dirk.]

Naw, it's cool. I mean, what's the point in stalling? We're both here and things only get worst from here. We're basically in a physical recreation of every horror movie trope known to man. Maybe troll, but shit if I know anything about their tastes in horror movies. Although, I'm pretty sure they have everything we have. You just add troll in front and bam. So I guess their horror tropes are just about the same. [He's rambling. Fuckkkk.]

[givesyouaboner]

_{[Somehow he's not surprised that Dave talks so much. Trying to follow his line of thought is rather interesting.]}

Yeah, they have their own version of shitty horror films. It's just that, though. Shitty. They lack the finesse of being able to pull off mildly entertaining horror films, much less ones that are barely interesting ironically.

[knightime]

Troll body horror. Is that like someone removing their beautiful candy corn colored horns or something? Don't answer that because I don't actually want to know. I'll sit here blissfully ignorant for my sake and sanity. [He has a quip about not having the latter, but swallows it down. That isn't something he wants to actually talk about.]

It sounds like you're neck deep in troll movies.

so like, i tagged this, but apparently didn't hit submit and lazarus didn't save it /:

[givesyouaboner]

I'll be kind and spare you just this once. Next time, you'll be getting all the sordid details concerning the so-called greatest films in troll horror.

You have no idea, bro.

punch everything >:U

[knightime]

I look forward to it. You don't know how excited I am to the thought of finally knowing what makes trolls shake in terror. Other than cleaning supplies.

I don't think I want too.

yes :V

[givesyouaboner]

Dave, don't you know those pails are serious business.

_[eyeroll.]

Look at it this way. You lucked out with the universe you got.

[knightime]

I've luckily avoided all possible conversation about pails and what they entail. I'm not really interested in knowing the terror of what they could actually mean.

I guess? I mean, I can't really say much about it. [It kind of doesn't exist anymore via meteors from the Reckoning.] It's not like it made our session anymore winnable. [To be honest, he wasn't expecting to be alive either.]

[givesyouaboner]

You really aren't missing out on much. You could go your entire life without knowing the deets and you'd be better off that way.

We haven't even started playing yet. As long as I'm here we don't stand a chance, either.

[knightime]

[He'd be saying something completely different had he continued down his own timeline.] Considering I saw what happened when one meets the face of a troll in a literal sense. I really don't want to know.

As far as I know, time doesn't move anywhere else. Mostly because they're out to convince us all our universes are gone, but what a load of shit that is. Even if time moved outside, it wouldn't make much of a difference. People here arrive at different points, so you couldn't properly guess as to why and how. Maybe one of your session mates will arrive with some sparkling new information about what's going on at home. Wish I could just casually drop all the spoilers, but I still had three years worth of traveling before I made my dramatic arrival.

[givesyouaboner]

If that's the case, you definitely don't want to see what they use the things for.

That makes this place even more of a hell. But in a way, that's good. If I can get back home I can make things right. Too many things are riding on my shoulders, because we have no choice but to succeed. But for now? I'd be thrilled just knowing my friends are okay.

[knightime]

[Oh. This Strider has everything under control. Guess that's not surprising.]

If they're not here, then consider them completely fine. They're usually better off back where they're supposed to be than being here. Let's be frank. Here really fucking sucks.

[givesyouaboner]

_{[He tries, really.]}

Yeah. Just when I think it can't get suckier it does, and I've only been here today. Although it means if there's a way to get out of here permanently, anyone would hypothetically be prepared to handle anything.

[knightime]

Might as well tell you how it is than let you get surprised. Shit happens usually every month since the caretakers take turn being enormous douchebags. If Jason is in charge, welp, be ready for a large amount of vitriol from everyone else. Just a rule of thumb. No one likes Jason. Well, no one really likes any of them, but Jason is everyone's least favorite for obvious reasons.

We're still trying to figure the whole getting out thing though.