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TDM #11




➥ Arrival

Photo of a modern office building from the outside. There is a manicured lawn with several trees and bushes. To the left side of the photo, there is a waterbody with reeds around the fringes. There is a purple gradient filter over everything.
(cw: potential for severe disorientation/vertigo, claustrophobia, arachnophobia, body horror)

It happens in the blink of an eye. You may have been asleep. You may not have. You may have stepped through a door or turned a corner. You may have seen a flicker of something at the corner of your vision and turned to look. Or maybe you didn't.

It doesn't matter. What matters is that you find yourself somewhere entirely new and entirely unfamiliar. The arrival point is not always the same. (If you're lucky, it might be a canteen or an open office. If you're not, well... you aren't claustrophobic, are you? Or arachnophobic. These ducts do seem to be a bit cobwebby.) There is no one waiting for you but you don’t seem to be alone, either. Even in a janitor’s closet or the bathroom, you’ll find at least one person who seems to be just as out of place as you are.

If characters have arrived in a location devoid of NPCs, they may want to work together to figure out what is going on... or to avoid their 'kidnappers.' If you’ve arrived in the middle of the entry foyer or the gym, there may well be a few people who startle a bit at your arrival and try to approach (or discreetly leave the room... where are they going?). Will you cooperate or fight? Do you even understand what they're saying? You might need to find a translator, if you’re not immediately willing to follow a stranger.

After characters follow their new hosts (or are forcibly taken in) there will be a limited tour and the chance to settle in at the ADI-provided housing. (Do you enjoy living with strangers? Well. It's a new situation to navigate, anyway.)


➥ Rivertouched

Aerial view photo of a long, dark river, running through a forest. The river appears to be placid and has a number of bends.
(cw: supernaturally affected mood changes, supernatural compulsion, hallucination, potential for suicidal ideations and drowning)

Weird things happen in Dogtown, everyone knows it. And the weird things have been getting worse. The Apocalypse Disruption Initiative (ADI) is not above taking advantage of that to test out the waters for its newest arrivals, but they're far more conscientious about it than early days. They're not looking to send anyone to their death, especially not with recent events that have transpired surrounding Dogtown and in Gloucester proper. An employee gives you a GPS device where you need only press a button to alert ADI there is severe danger and someone needs to come help you right away, and you've been left with another person at the trailhead. Maybe they're a new arrival, as well, or a more seasoned 'veteran.' Either way, you're together for the next while and you've been asked to find and record any paranormal activity in the park. You have your phones and any other equipment you might have brought with you. Those who succeed in documenting anything peculiar will receive a $100 reward to be used as they see fit.

This month, late April rain showers have swollen the streams in Dogtown, leading to slightly more treacherous conditions, particularly at low trail-crossings. Anyone who needs them has been issued some waterproof boots for their walk to help with that. Some pairs who go wandering may find themselves getting split up unexpectedly, though. A fork in a path leads off and each person may find themselves drawn to a different trail.

One path continues on as normal. The other is a bit more overgrown, wild with flowers spilling over the sides of the dirt path. It is quieter here, a little darker as the trees begin to close in overhead. The sound of birds begins to fade, even the swaying of grasses. Soon, it might be only the sound of your own breath and footsteps that carry you down the path. But there's nothing that appears to be dangerous, just strange. And then you come to the river.

There are no rivers in Dogtown. There are a few small creeks that run into Strangman Pond or the Babson Reservoir, but nothing like this. It is a wide, slow-moving thing with dark water. Anyone touching it will find that the water is actually warm, more like a pleasant bath than the freezing spring it should be. There's also an urge to step into the water, to lie down in it and just… float away. You're so tired and aching and this is a place of peace and quiet, no one around to bother you. You could stay and float along the river forever.

Or you could if it weren't for your companion finding you. Those who took the other path and return to try to find their wayward partner will not find a place of peace and quiet. They will, instead, find their companion near a mudpit. Potentially, said companion will be lowering themselves into it, turning over to be facedown, as the mud slowly embraces them.


➥ Well Read

Photo of a table piled with books. The books are not stacked, just a mess. People are on either side of the long table, some picking up books to look at them. The background is blurred with only a few book titles at the end of the table facing the camera in focus.
(cw: gaslighting, supernatural compulsion)

Spring is in the air, and with the success of the recent flower festival, Gloucester's library system has decided to host a book fair to get people interested in reading. They've acquired a large number of new books with a particular bend toward the paranormal and local legends. This might have something to do with a recent, large donation from a mysterious local benefactor who wishes to remain nameless, but who can really say? Books!

Flyers advertising the fair go up around town and seem, somehow, especially enticing, even to people who might not be regular readers. Those to come will be offered the chance to sign up for a free library card that can be used at either of the two libraries in Gloucester and in the wider Cape Ann library network, which encompasses a further seven libraries. Strangely, members of ADI who try to sign up for a card will find that they are already in the library system. In fact, they've already checked out and returned several books. Don't they remember? They've been coming here for months now!

Reviewing their own lists, people will find that their checked out books seem to be filled with titles that they probably would have checked out, if given the opportunity. There's something more, though. Comparing lists with others, every single member of ADI from another world will find that they appear to have checked out Philip Dick's Eye in the Sky novel. That novel cannot be found in any library in the Gloucester or Cape Ann system, though. There's no record of its acquisition, nor is there a record of where it might have gone to. Anyone asking very confused librarians will be assured that they'll try to get it in again. It seems to be something of a rarity, though, and the system will have a bit of trouble acquiring a copy. They promise to have it within a month. Two at the very most! If you like existential sci-fi horror, though, can they interest you in these other titles?

The fair itself will feature a wide variety of books to suit any genre. There are also prizes on offer for anyone who wants to test their reading knowledge. Laptops have been set up in one area with quizzes to test your knowledge of a particular book. The questions begin in a benign and sensible way and stay that way for some. For others… the questions start getting to be more about opinion, then more about you. The questions are phrased as hypotheticals, but there's no way this thing could know to pose that specific hypothetical to you. It can't possibly know about that horrible thing you did or said. Why is it asking? Why can't you not answer? Why can't you leave? Those faced with these questions will be forced to answer them with error messages popping up if they try to lie. The only way to escape is to get through the full quiz or to have someone else rescue you. Of course, this might entail them reading over your shoulder and seeing just what sort of things you've done.


➥ Training Wheels Off

Photo of a long, red passenger train on a set of tracks. It is in a forested area, coming around a small hill.
(cw: hallucinations, nyctophobia, claustrophobia, severe injuries to fingernails, severe burns, dead bodies, superstition)

The word comes down from Nia Lehrer, Warden of ADI, that they have a strong lead on a ritual attempt at this point. Between the information collected by native ADI agents and the visitors from other worlds, they know there's going to be an attempt involving the Dark avatar, Katie Dunn, and the Buried avatar Deepthi Anand. There's also something strange going on with FYRE, a mining company headquartered and operating in Appalachia. All hands are needed on the ground given the amount of area they need to cover and the potentially short timeframe to stop something from happening. ADI requests volunteers from the off-world visitors, including new arrivals, offering a substantial bonus for their involvement, and promising not everyone is going to be engaged in some pitched battle. An army marches on its stomach, after all, and moving, housing, and caring for so many people a state away is a major logistics undertaking, not to mention the need for PR experts who can help deal with the locals while ADI sorts out what needs doing.

A train is chartered, heading everyone toward Wolf Pen, West Virginia. It's a standard train, one that will ferry the entirety of ADI's personnel and equipment to Wolf Pen in just about 18 hours. It's a ride that takes them through some towns, but predominantly sticks to what remains of the wild parts of the eastern seaboard and Appalachia. There's a dining car, cars for luggage, some cars that are just seats, and some cars that have bunk beds in them. Bags are packed, people loaded in, and the journey begins. Of course, no journey with the Apocalypse Disruption Initiative would be complete without some oddities along the way.

Scratchmarks
The train isn't making any stops, just plowing onward, which means people who want to get a little exercise will be forced to roam between cars. The space between the two carriage doors shudders with the motion of the train. The walls are made of metal and thick, accordion-esque plastic that stretches and bends. Very occasionally, the doors between the carriages seem to simply lock up. Tugging on them does nothing and this is a very small, unstable place that only seems to grow smaller and hotter the longer you're in there. Less than a minute may feel like hours, but that's not all. Those who are trapped might begin to see scratchmarks, places where the walls have been gouged, maybe even partially ripped open. There are fingernails still embedded in some places. Seeing this prompts an overwhelming need to escape, to be out of this place because something terrible is coming. You might need to be let out by someone or you might get out yourself. Either way, inspecting the space between cars turns up… nothing. No scratchmarks, no tears, no locking doors. Maybe you should just sit down and stick to one car. It was only a few seconds, after all.

Fearful Tunnel Syndrome
As they move out of Massachusetts, the coastal wetlands and plains give way to thick forests and then mountains. The Blue Ridge Mountains thrust their way toward the sky, carving a new horizon as the day fades to night and the sun disappears far earlier than it might usually do for this time of year. The Blue Ridge Mountains might not be so impressive as the Rockies, no peaks piercing the heavens. They're older than that, worn by more time than anything living on the earth now could comprehend. But they rise up, imposing in a landscape that has known only these mountains as their forebears.

The train slows as it starts chugging up passes, forcing its way deeper into the heart of these rocky monuments. It begins passing through tunnels. Mutters go through the carriage, old superstitions that you ought to hold your breath going through these tunnels. There might be a wish if you make it to the other end. Or there might just be safety from whatever specters might have died in those dark places beneath the earth.

But someone doesn't hold their breath.

It happens sometime around 9 PM. The train enters into one of the tunnels and very suddenly, every electronic light goes out in the carriages. No phones seem to be working, no flashlights, not even those for people who are made of technology. The world is plunged into blackness… and then something begins tapping along the windows. It will be impossible to see what it is, but for five minutes the tunnel stretches on and on and on, far longer than it should be. Longer than it could be. Nothing attacks, there is simply the dark and the tapping before light is restored and the conductor comes over the speaker to apologize for the issue. Just some internal malfunction that's been sorted out. Really, there's nothing to worry about.

Burned Bridges
The morning sun rises late in this part of the country, shadows stretching out from the mountains and tall pines that surround the tracks. Still, those keeping vigil at the windows will see the occasional point of interest. Animals rushing by, small towns, even the odd campsite that's almost certainly illegal. But there's one thing in particular the eye:

The charred remains of a person have been positioned along the side of the tracks. This person cannot be seen by anyone except individuals, and no one will see the exact same person in the same spot. The bodies are stood with a tattered red flag on a pole. Those who have been involved with certain happenings or who have been reading the news might well recognize the insignia of the "Shadowcats." This is a cult made up by members of ADI in an effort to frame them for the murder of a Desolation avatar and his circus troupe. Someone or something seems to have taken notice. Maybe? It's hard to say, after all, when the bodies simply disappear from one blink to the next.



➥ Mod Notes
  • ARRIVAL (Apr 1 - 31): Two people will always arrive in the same general location together. Arrivals occur throughout the early month, not all on the same day or in the same place. Arrivals are not naturally fluent in English/other languages immediately upon arrival. Characters may attempt to evade capture, but they will eventually be snagged before they can leave the building. PC's already in-game are more than welcome to interact with and try to guide new PC's to get them oriented. Please refer to the Arrival page for details regarding the arrival and onboarding process.

  • RIVERTOUCHED (May 1 - 12): Please keep in mind that death is permanent in the game. If your character dies in this prompt during the TDM, they will be dead. A version of them who did not experience that event on the TDM can be apped in, instead. Characters who try to walk away from the quiet/river after reaching it will find that moving away is like trying to move through molasses. It becomes harder and harder until they reach whatever personal limit they have. Moving back toward the river will be much easier with no resistance. There is no way to collect the river water for later. Characters who attempt to do so will find they just have some mud that appears to be wholly mundane. Characters caught in the hallucination may be snapped out of it immediately by the return of their partner, or may not be able to perceive them for a time, at player discretion.

  • WELL READ (May 1 - 12): Characters may be able to obtain their own copy of Eye in the Sky from somewhere like Ebay or similar, but it doesn't appear to be available through any existing publisher. Whatever copy they obtain will follow the summary provided in the Wikipedia link for the prompt. Characters will be issued a new library card if they attend the fair and wish to obtain one. The quiz questions are up to players to decide on the specifics, but they should become increasingly invasive about personal details regarding the character. Any PCs looking over their shoulders will be able to see the invasive questions, but regular, non-ADI natives will just see an ordinary book quiz question.

  • TRAINING WHEELS OFF (May 13 - 14): Characters who note and report suspicious activity will be taken seriously and native ADI personnel aboard the train will investigate. They will not be able to replicate the effects that characters experience, though. Or see what the characters might have seen with the exception of the blackout. Everyone will have experienced that and ADI will be on high alert. They will ask for volunteer guards at either side of the train cars to make sure no one actually gets locked between sections after a few people experience the Scratchmarks sub-prompt. Characters will have assigned sleeping accommodations (up to four to a sleeping car room, but can wander the train, otherwise. Food and non-alcoholic beverages on the train will be free.
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[personal profile] canofmanji 2022-05-09 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Nooo! Don't encourage his weapon kleptomaniac tendencies!! (Seriously every weapon in canon is one he stole and he has a lot of weapons in canon.)

But he is very pleased to keep his cool newest sword. (Although if mod team/ADI want it back it shouldn't be too hard to arrange that.)
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[personal profile] dreadstring 2022-05-09 02:46 pm (UTC)(link)
It's a muddy sinkhole?

[The upward lilt to her voice turns it into a question. Not that it is a sinkhole, that is - to her, free of the illusion that she's not yet aware has snared the man - indisputable.

But maybe that's not a problem for him. It takes all kinds.]
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[personal profile] villaintender 2022-05-09 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm...?

[ It seems that that's enough to do it. Because the moment Kurogiri looks back from Laudna to the "river" - his eyes widen, and he hurriedly struggles to push himself out of the mud.

What was that? Fear is an unfamiliar feeling to Kurogiri, but right now... something similar to it is coiling up inside him like a snake ready to strike. ]


I-I apologize. I do not know what came over me- I...

[ And he trails off, staring at the sinkhole like he can't believe what he's seeing. ]
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[personal profile] neonatal 2022-05-09 03:06 pm (UTC)(link)
That frown isn't going anywhere quickly.

"We're going between carriages, why would there be a cell?"
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[personal profile] cardinalrule 2022-05-09 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[Two very confused magicless witches (??) in the middle of a human library is probably not something anyone expected to happen in Gloucester, but here it is. Hunter's hackles are raised but with Eda's bizarre response it's his confusion that's overtaking all of his other emotions - mostly because what she's saying makes no sense to him. Saving his butt? Thanking her? Most important of all -]

'Used to'? What are you talking about??

[Trying to wrap his head around that one is a doozy. Does she assume that his return to the castle with the key didn't go well? Shouldn't she be assuming the opposite? And how does she even know Belos is rebuilding the portal, surely Luz must have told her that she blasted it with glyph magic back during the petrification ceremony.

Okay, okay this is a lot to take in, and he needs to focus on one thing at a time if he's going to get any answers out of her. Of course, this would be infinitely easier if he had his artificial staff to threaten her with, or even Flapjack, if his magic was working properly, but he doesn't so he'll have to make do with... having a conversation. Like a normal person.

Ugh.]


Just because I'm not in my full uniform doesn't mean I've stepped down from being the Golden Guard. [He's starting off haughty.] This is just easier to blend in!

[Not really, he still looks like he's stepped out of a LARPing session. Blending in when your whole existence has been about trying to stand out is hard.]

And what are you talking about, saving me? Just because I stole the key from the Blight girl doesn't mean you saved me. [That's the best explanation he can come up with on such short notice, and even he can tell it doesn't quite fit, but he's floundering a bit here.]
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[personal profile] dreadstring 2022-05-09 06:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[She eyes him in puzzlement for a couple of seconds, before looking back at the mud herself.

It really doesn't look inviting at all, which raises the question:]


Did you think you were doing something else?
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[personal profile] dreadstring 2022-05-09 06:34 pm (UTC)(link)
That definitely isn't a mop, or any other sort of cleaning implement. It's far more yielding, for one, and in her experience, mops don't yelp. Unless, perhaps, they're also constructs, but that wraps back around to that whole yielding thing.

She turns her head to track the sound of the person - she's hoping it's a person, at least - scrambling for something she can only hope isn't a weapon.

"I'm not here to--"

And it's her turn to yelp now, and throw up an arm to shield her eyes as light blooms to sudden, blinding life. If either of his roommates have forced him to sit through old horror movies, there's something of the vampire in her appearance. It goes beyond just the way in which she recoils from the light - she's gaunt and deathly pale, a stark contrast against the long dark hair with its streak of white and the deep red and black of her clothing.

(Winter, with his aptitude for spying threats, might note the heavy scissors she wears clipped to her belt, and the rock chisel that holds her hair half pinned up, both of which could be used as weapons in a pinch.)
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[personal profile] abrightboy 2022-05-09 09:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Because it's an easy place to get people to willingly walk into that can be isolated from the carriages," Malcolm points out. Once you accept that it's a cell, the reasoning reasons itself out.
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[personal profile] edalyn 2022-05-09 10:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[The idea that Hunter still considers himself the Golden Guard is as depressing as it is confusing. She knows Belos is manipulative, but still. What did he even say to the kid?

If he's just scared to leave, why would he be keeping up the act here?

Unless… unless everything with Luz was an act? But no, that doesn't add up either, not at all, even if he's that good an actor, if the boy's working an angle then why change his tune now?]


Why–

[If Eda was less occupied with other worries, she might have to laugh at the comment about blending in. Not that she can say much. The 'human' disguise hides her ears, but she's still an imposingly tall woman with eye-catching hair, and a dress that isn't especially at home in a public library. Then again, she isn't particularly trying to blend in.

The next thing he says throws her off even more.]


Wait, stealing the key from Boots–? That was weeks ago–

[And then a chilling thought hits her like a ton of bricks. Her face falls, she looks… sad? Scared? For him? For someone else she's suddenly reminded of? Well, Hunter wouldn't have a way to know.

But for Eda, this would make the second person working for the Emperor who doesn't remember that they stopped being loyal the Emperor. Who doesn't appear to remember–]


Hunter… [Her voice is unusually soft and unusually serious. But the most telling thing is probably the fact that she uses the boy's name and not blondie, kid, or nerd.]

When was the last time you think you saw me?
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[personal profile] neonatal 2022-05-09 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
She laughs, full of disbelief.

"Well you walked in... the doors wouldn't open for me before you also got trapped. So not a cell."

She didn't want to believe it was one, that someone would do it or that she was trapped. Or that he was part of it since the doors had reopened.
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[personal profile] smallvillegazette 2022-05-10 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
[The look Lois shoots him is bordering close to furious, but she manages to bite her tongue for long enough to hesitantly step closer, trying to spot the gouges she'd seen.

That aren't there anymore.]


I know what I saw. They were right there.

[There's anger now, along with the fear, but it's not so much directed at George as the situation in general.]
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[personal profile] smallvillegazette 2022-05-10 01:09 am (UTC)(link)
[From the research she's done so far, it isn't surprising that they weren't seeing the same thing, though it is troubling.]

I'm sorry, it must have been a trick.

[Lois might not be the sturdiest person in the world, but she knows how to hold herself steady, so she makes a few quick readjustments, getting Laudna's arm over her shoulders, wrapping her own arm around her waist.

It might help make walking easier.]


Of course, I only wish I'd realized sooner that I'd lost you.

[She can and will gently mom everyone.]
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sorry for the delay!!

[personal profile] smallvillegazette 2022-05-10 02:04 am (UTC)(link)
[There's something out there is not the sentence that Lois was hoping to hear, and she turns in the direction she heard the voice come from, though she can't make out very much of the man at all.]

You can see them? What do they look like?

[Hopefully they're not something that can get inside the train, and hopefully no one is stupid enough to let them in.]
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[personal profile] smallvillegazette 2022-05-10 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't hear him at first, not over the sound of her own shouting, until she startles back and shuts up when the door rattles with a warring sense of panic and relief.

Not knowing what's on the other side of the door is a terrifying prospect, suddenly, but then she hears Nick's voice, and he sounds like he's trying to help.

It is, at least, enough to shake off the memory of Jon's near death experience. She's scared, but it isn't the blind panic it was a second ago.]


I can hear you! [The thread of fear is still in her voice, obvious breathlessness.] The door's are stuck, I can't get out. Something awful happened in here.

[That isn't really the most encouraging thing to say, Lois.]
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[personal profile] bindlestifflost 2022-05-10 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
[He nods in a way that isn't skeptical, frowning and glancing off to the side.]

Ain't the first time I experienced something like this. Happened to me an' a guy in Dogtown. Weird things we seen and then...didn't see.

If you wanna come set a spell, I can tell you more about it?

[He gets it. His reaction had been delayed, but it happened. Fury.]
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[personal profile] dreadstring 2022-05-10 04:10 am (UTC)(link)
[An ember of embarrassment manages to singe its way through her disorientation and distress, but it's not nearly enough to burn away practicality. She leans on Lois, and step by step, they make it out of the mud and back onto the path.

Nothing rears up to eat them. That's almost as unnerving as the alternative.]


A powerful illusion.

[More than that, but that's the part that's easier to acknowledge here and now, with the overwhelming desire to just give in and float away clinging more tenaciously than even the mud.]

Probably a couple of them, actually. That might be why you didn't realize I was gone right away. It wouldn't be that complex a spell to make something Laudna-shaped if it didn't have to talk or interact. There was probably something just as bad waiting at the end of your path, if you hadn't realized something was wrong and turned back.

[She pauses a moment, then asks:]

Did you see anyone else out here?
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[personal profile] themuseabandonsyou 2022-05-10 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
Orpheus doesn't really register that someone's speaking to him for a good long moment, just staring at the screen until his brain catches up with his ears. Looking up, he blinks, owlishly, looking dismayed and puzzled as he tries to remember what he's just been asked.

"Oh, um," he says, gaze starting to slide back to the screen before he shakes his head and tears his attention away to focus on the man next to him. "I - I'm okay. It's just. A little strange. I wasn't expecting anything like that."

He frowns, not wanting to elaborate any further. Those wounds are a little too fresh to start showing to other people just yet.
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[personal profile] themuseabandonsyou 2022-05-10 04:36 am (UTC)(link)
"What?"

Orpheus looks up after a slight delay, shaking out of his stupor as he realizes someone is talking to him. This boy was asking him a question? What was it? Right, okay.

"Um, I don't know," he says, frowning as he glances back at the screen and grimaces slightly. "I guess they must be? But..."

They just seem to hit awfully close to home, for him. It's probably just a weird coincidence, but he can't shake off the feeling that it's more than that. Like some kind of accusation.

Not that he wants to give any of that voice. There's another pause as he trails off, before shaking his head. "I just thought it was strange," he says, a little distantly. "I'm Orpheus, though. It's nice to meet you?"
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[personal profile] worthallthis 2022-05-10 06:03 am (UTC)(link)
Even if Yelena or Kate have sat him in front of a vampire movie, he probably wouldn't make any kind of connection. That's fiction. This is a person. And making assumptions about what they are and what they can do is both rude and stupid.

This is a person with weapons, of course, but that's not uncommon, especially around here. She could be from anywhere. Could have any powers, or no powers-- though she'll probably not be able to use them yet, unless whatever entity she's bound to delights in startling people in the dark. He stays by the lightswitch, which also happens to be by the door. He's not that far away from her, she could reach out and touch him if she wanted to, but as far as he can get without going outside yet.

"Sorry," he says, maybe a little unsteadily. "Sorry. Didn't expect. Anyone to appear in here today."
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[personal profile] trestle 2022-05-10 01:44 pm (UTC)(link)
"I suspect if you go messin up their train, someone's gonna complain," he points out, but then his interactions with others has almost always been of being blamed. Usually it's his fault too.

He shakes his head, the sort of irritated swaying some creatures do when things aren't right, fighting the urge to pace. Or run. He's pretty sure he could survive jumping from the train but then this isn't home, and he's not sure how far he is from his own trestle.

"So what? They just go around locking us up for no reason? Don't you people have a whole thing about due process or something?" Least it might sound like he means in whatever this is, the organization they're working for and not making the mistake of referring to people as other than.

Frowning, he glances back at the train. "Sure. But not here. Another car would be better."
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[personal profile] trestle 2022-05-10 01:58 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Pope's scowl deepens at that, head cocking to one side as his eyes narrow.]

They tell you you can't get a copy of the book either? That they don't have one around and might in a couple of months? So I don't even know what this damn book is about?

[ Because he likes that even less. He wants to know if it'll jog his memory and what from it might help him remember. ]

No room for it trying to corner me into admittin something that ain't true?

[ Okay so it's 110% true, but he'll be damned if he admits that. ]

So it's just an error and because of that, what? It won't accept the truth?

[ Not as if computers knew when you were lying, right? ]

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never a worry

[personal profile] trestle 2022-05-10 02:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Despite his height, Pope has himself squished up on the seat like a child, his face pressed to the glass. Cupping his hands around his eyes, not that there's any light, trying to make out what's out there. ]

I don't know. It's hard to see. Just...

[ He jerks back suddenly, sprawling over the seat, legs akimbo even as he scrambles to grab the back of a nearby seat and pull himself up.]

There's a face. A weird face. I don't think we should open a door. That's... Yeah, no.
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[personal profile] dreadstring 2022-05-10 03:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Is it on a schedule?" she asks, in a tone of genuine interest, which quite possibly comes off as a little ridiculous given that she's still cringing a little from the sudden bloom of light.

Because it is interesting, the idea that people appearing in what she's pretty sure - between the shelving and the mop - in a storage closet might be something that could possibly be expected. At least, by anyone who didn't actively summon those people.

Then again, he did react to her arrival by casting what she assumes is a particularly potent light spell, so maybe he is the person who brought her here. She lowers her hand a little, squinting at him with eyes that are indeterminately dark, pupils unnaturally wide despite the relative brightness of the closet. "Is this your...teleportation circle?"

She trails off a little as she registers the absence of anything particularly arcane. It really is a storage closet of some sort, and and while some of what she sees is unfamiliar, the rest is almost unnervingly mundane.

What.
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[personal profile] abrightboy 2022-05-10 05:28 pm (UTC)(link)
"Why not? Because it could be used to trap more than one person? The doors open from the other side, but not this one. Like a rat trap," Malcolm points out. "Exactly like a rat trap..." he hums, looking around now with interest.
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[personal profile] neonatal 2022-05-10 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Or the controls on the inside stopped working."

Much more plausible. She didn't even want to consider that this was possible.

"Which means yes, we're stuck for now. But when someone else comes we leave, tell them not to enter and... it's fine."

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