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⇨ THE MATRIX
Who: EVERYONE!
When: S1:D22 - S1:D??
Where: Visiting the Matrix.
What: The carnival arrives at its next location, as outlined here. This is a general mingling log for convenience purposes, but players are welcome to make as many other logs for this purpose as desired.
Warnings: Could be a lot of things.
When: S1:D22 - S1:D??
Where: Visiting the Matrix.
What: The carnival arrives at its next location, as outlined here. This is a general mingling log for convenience purposes, but players are welcome to make as many other logs for this purpose as desired.
Warnings: Could be a lot of things.
THE MATRIX↴ "What IS the Matrix? The Matrix is a system, Neo. That system is our enemy. But when you're inside, you look around, what do you see? Businessmen, teachers, lawyers, carpenters. The very minds of the people we are trying to save. But until we do, these people are still a part of that system and that makes them our enemy. You have to understand, most of these people are not ready to be unplugged. And many of them are so inured, so hopelessly dependent on the system, that they will fight to protect it."  ► INSIDE: On the inside, it all seems so normal. Beyond what you know of the reality you've stepped in, every bit of this place feels just as real as it did back in the carnival. If you were to forget where you'd just come from, would you know any different? The simulation of Chicago is identical to how it would have been in the early days of the new millenia, to anyone who comes from a similar Earth. Humans bustle around you, oblivious to the world outside of the Matrix that they were born into. One bright side to it all is that this hyper realism means the coffee tastes just as good as it does in real life. Anything you could do in real Chicago you can do here - and perhaps even more. ► WHITE ROOM: But before that, you were here. The White Room is a loading program, intended to port objects and people into the Matrix. You arrive as a reconstruction of your true physical form, but common sense suggests that for some of you, entering the mundane world looking like yourself isn't the best idea. It's in this empty world that you will be able to load in whatever physical objects you are, and change the way you present your own body to the system. Changes can be little, or big, but whatever you do, the body has to be able to function according to Earth's physical laws. Don't forget, if you die here, you die in the carnival too. ► DEJA VU: It doesn't matter what you're doing, but at some point you'll notice it - something around you has repeated itself, like a line on a skipping record. Maybe it's the same person bumping into you twice in a row, or the same cab driver yelling at you to get out of the way. It's like reality has rewound and repeated itself, and after the fact you have no proof of it happening beyond the memory of what you saw. You don't know what it means, but something about it is chilling. It may be a good time to find a buddy. ► THE ONE: It won't necessarily come naturally, but in a moment of need you may find yourself bending the world of the Matrix through sheer belief and force of need. How you bend it will always stay without the rules of the universe, at least for now, but when it comes to enhancing your own physical characteristics, just about anything is possible. It will not be easily reproducible, not now, but it could be your first view into the window of what's possible. |
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Yukine Miyazawa
Yukine could swear there was the slightest tint of green in this world. All the same, her eyes' copper color had to be hidden behind a pair of tinted glasses and a white coat that hid anything else her body might have gained in the last days, afraid of any further changes that could have taken place while she hadn't noticed.
The more Yukine crosses between both worlds, the more her eyes seem to almost glow copper when she takes her glasses off, such as when she does to speak to your character, from the abandoned parking building they were meant to emerge from. Particularly that public telephone that seemed to almost defy time.
"It's so strange. It reminds me of a lot of manga where people would be stuck in an MMO." Yukine did, however, spend some time looking at the fashion she acquired via the white room, and she smiled at the leather she got for herself, "I decided to pick something new for myself while here..."
Public Relations
"You come from where?" A being clad in even more white than Yukine asked in an almost angelic voice.
"A circus! We're new in town." Yukine happily ate her hamburger, which, curiously, reminding herself it wasn't real improved its taste to the point of becoming a delicacy. "You're different, aren't you? We come from a lot of backgrounds."
"I am." The soft-spoken person seemed to have the food on her own plate only as decoration, which truth be told, in this world, was. "but not to the extent you do seem to be, given you are not from any sort of program or batch we have ever known about."
"Hn! I believe you would find it most fascinating. I do feel a little guilty about not being able to mention everything..." Yukine then looked up as she spotted a familiar face from the Carnival...
Believing and Knowing
It was something in the air. Yukine had long since mastered the realization when an atmosphere was not right, and when would a fight erupt out of nowhere. This was worse. It felt literally patched up onto the atmosphere. Coughs, routines, and people pasted in and copied to mute somebody's run.
She looked around. She instinctively held her gem.
The way the crowds moved, the sudden shift of them. Yukine began looking around, trying to spot anything out of the ordinary, people that would know what was happening. A second look at one place at the furthest end of the street let her know what was happening. Color drained from her face when she realized it.
A man in black had taken the place of a salaryman. He had upholstered his pistol, and was looking straight at Yukine.
Believing Etc.
The only question was, why wasn't anyone else reacting? He grabs the girls wrist without thinking, pulling her out of the line of fire.
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CARLY | OTA | BONUS NIGHTRUNNER WORK
BLACKWHITE[The white room is definitely accurately named, and Carly will be quick to comment on it the minute she enters. The first warning is clear though-especially as one of the Nightrunners, and ESPECIALLY as a Scout-'blend in, keep an eye open'. Blending in means looking human though so...] Ummm... [She starts 'scrubbing' at all the black patterns over herself, practically changing into her clothes without even taking them off.] Feathers, marks...
[As she mutters, she shrinks a bit, the bird-like legs downsizing to proper human ones. It feels 'odd' honestly. Almost wrong, in fact. Aslla has yet to make a comment of course (honestly she's not even sure Aslla is IN here...maybe he's piloting the body right now? No wait that wouldn't work. Hrm. But at the end of it all she's back down to 5'6'' (still rather tall for a japanese woman, admittedly), wearing capris, sneakers, her striped shirt and vest...]
Mmmhm! There! [she declares, hands on her hips as she proudly turns to whoever happens to be using the room themselves.] How do I look! This is what I used to look like you know~
[Except something's missing, Carly. And it's not just the glasses.
Her sclera are still jet black.]
EYE SPY IN MY CAMERA EYE...
I'm going to see all the landmarks..!! All of them..!
[It's a statement she probably makes at every new venue, but this time Carly's serious about it. She's got a hold of a camera that looks curiously similar to the one she had in her home world, and she's running left and right like a kid at Christmas, taking pictures of the Pier, of the theatre, of the Magnificent Mile (a number of shoppers shake their head, muttering 'tourists' under their breath)...]
Ah! Hey, hey, can one of you take my picture? [she asks some random bystander at one point, before posing next to a piece of public art. It seems like standard tourist stuff, with the added advantage of keeping her eyes peeled for anything wrong, but as the person takes a picture...
...It feels a bit like the ones holding the camera now are adjusting the settings in the exact same way twice...
...Thrice...] Ahahahaaaa...
[oh no
she found the something wrong]
THIS...GIRL...IS ON FIAAAAAH!
Hmmmm... TADAHH! [As she promised, she's going to make a SHOW. She's not really sure how this entertaining thing works, but maybe if she does this right, all the regular bystanders will figure 'magic trick' while one of those rebel sorts realize it's 'real'. But she's got a hat set up in front of her, and with enough focus...]
Just like that, not a burn at all.! [FIRE! ALL OVER HER ARMS! It's a little tricky without her wings around to make this 'cloak', but hey, it's supposed to be a magic fire trick or...something or other.
There's a reason she's not a showman.
the nightrider's going to have her head if this blows in her face, she's sure...though somehow it might have been all those tourist-type runs that get her in MORE trouble...]white room~
After a moment, he continues on with his own, hands rubbing his jaw until his teeth are "human" enough, ears blending into his hair easily. He then glances back and smiles softly as he spikes his hair again with a sweep of his hands.]
I knew I'd recognize you if I met the real "you".
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Chiaki Nanami
This time, when Chiaki hears what the new venue is, she has to check it out for herself. Every morning before work, she hops into the Matrix - often with Yuugi at her side - speeds through the White Room, and begins exploring. She's fashioned a green trenchcoat dress for herself, and keeps her hoodie buttoned tightly over her furry ears. There's just one problem.
"Miss, is your mom around?" She gets the question no matter what store she walks into, and she sighs and turns to leave it. Maybe the next place will be more forgiving...
Gamer In Disguise
Of course, the events give her ideas, and later in the week she's in uniform at the playground of a local middle school in the morning, sitting reading a book by the entrance and watching parents bring their kids to school each day. She swings her legs and sips a juicebox, blending in perfectly with the other children.
Power Up!
It's not long before Chiaki figures out what's going on with the One power. (It involved an escape from bullies. Best not to ask.) But that means that late in the week and early in the morning, she can be found on top of one of the skyscrapers, eyeing the other side with a fierce excitement.
"Okay. I'm going to jump. Are you coming?"
powering up~
For the briefest moment he considers asking if she's sure before he shakes that off. Doubting will almost guarantee that it won't work after all. Instead, he reaches to take hold of one of her hands, squeezing.]
Right behind you.
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gimme yo quarters.
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Yuugi Mutou | open
[It's easy to work out. For someone who's been to three virtual worlds and spent most of his childhood immersed in games, it comes easy to Yuugi to imagine and utilize the white room. With a bit of working, his ears blend into his hair, now spiky again but with a bit of a shorter cut and a few extra blond streaks, jaw rubbed at until his teeth dulled in their sharpness. Unsure about what to do about his eyes, he decides to leave them before he turns to look as he fixes the sleeve of his shirt down slightly. The look gets finished with a white coat that rests around his shoulders like a cape rather than pulled on properly.
Noticing a look for the last article of clothing, he shrugs and flicks the collar, humming slightly as he fixes it before he huffs and turns to look, spreading his arms.]
How does it look? I'm...not that great with fashion to be honest. Or with blending in it seems...
deja vu
[He's been to America but none of the major cities, which was a bit of a disappointment, but with the peace of the world hanging in the balance, there wasn't any time to sight see. Not to mention his soul being taken, but that doesn't get mentioned at all if it gets asked. Millennium Park, Lincoln Zoo, Magnificent Mile...
Honestly, after everything, he had sort of considered going to America for a bit of a rest. Something away from the familiar and the things that reminded him of those times. He could probably have asked Rebecca if he could stay with her and her grandfather, but he wouldn't have wanted to impose. Still, with the Skydeck under his feet and that feeling of being on the edge of the world, despite the people there's still that alone feeling.
No thoughts that don't match his. No ghostly feeling at his shoulder or back.
It feels like for the second time that he bumps into someone on his way out of the Skydeck, nobody from the carnival, otherwise he'd probably recognize them. Yuugi shakes his head, raising a hand to rub at his temples.
Hey, buddy, you okay?]
Fine...
[It's a murmur, but there's the distinct feeling of something being wrong. Yuugi shakes off the feeling, before deciding to go and find someone. Anyone, really. Chiaki preferably, but the second he recognizes someone from the carnival on the street, he reaches to get their attention, speaking softly.]
Something feels...wrong...
White room
[Her tail flicks behind her as she considers that look. Of course, the hair is bad enough, but they can at least write that off with dye. Ash herself has reluctantly smoothed away her ears and tail, since she can't explain their natural motions easily, so she's a little more inclined to let him get away with something he CAN explain.]
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Zecora | OTA
[As if a little deception would bother Zecora. She'd been mastering the transformation magic of the fae for a year now.]
[In fact, her assumed appearance is flawlessly human, if one makes allowances for hair dye and body paint.]
[The problem is her wardrobe selection. Zecora is casually tossing on a cloak and a mishmash ensemble of greys that really suits her appearance -- but not the city they're traveling to. Having encountered humans primarily in the carnival, she has no real understanding of fashion norms in the place they're heading to. Might want to stop her and get her fully with the program?]
Diving In.
[The truth is, Zecora is here out of curiosity, not with any agenda. Everything is new to her eyes, after all -- so if you're heading in, you're likely to find a zebra -- or rather, a human woman -- approaching you with intent to join.]
Though this trip will be fun
Two heads are better than one.
Diving In
Chiaki's smaller than they were when they first met by almost a foot, but it might be hard to tell given that Zecora's a different species now. She looks up at the doctor with a wide smile. ]
Mm! And good for keeping an eye on things, too... I'm trying to watch out for anything strange.
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DIVING IN also time for Vet Headcanons??
Medical checkup handwaving is a thing!
Whoo!
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Greg Universe | OTA
Computers have never exactly been Greg's wheelhouse, especially anything as advanced as this. If there's one thing he has in spades, however, it's creativity. It only takes a few pokes and prods at his jaw line and nose and a fresh head of hair before he figures it to be a suitable disguise. Best of all, it's gloriously free of tusks.
"What's the weather in there like, though? Trenchcoat feels a little heavy. Hey, if this look's in fashion, you think I can go full glam again? It's still in style!"
Sandbox Setting
He's still not sure what exactly he's supposed to do around here when he's not working. Sightseeing? Conspiracy? Rebellion? Backflips? The first option is closest to his comfort zone, at least.
"Is inflation still something they have to worry about, though?" He can't just summon up a bunch of cash in the white room and leave the digital economy to deal with it. These people have enough problems as is. "Feels like performing for tips outside work is cutting in on the boss' time, too. Maybe we can just check out this bean thing, that's free, right?"
SANDBOX SETTING
After a lot of hedging about what he'd log into the Matrix as, Sans more or less hit the randomize button, and presently looks and sounds like a particularly short Whoopie Goldberg.
"Unless you were planning on loading in thousands of dollars, can't see it mattering," he says with the cigar between his teeth. Also, I guess, Whoopie Goldberg has a New York accent now. What can you do. "'Sides, isn't that the evil overlord's problem?"
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John Childermass | OTA
[ There's not a whole lot for him to change about himself just yet. His eye color is strange, true, a silver with a metallic sheen, but he would be surprised to find anyone picking that out. So for John Childermass, the changes most drastically revolve around a clothing update. From the 1800s to 1999 is quite the leap, but he manages to find something that's still somewhat formal and involves a lot of black. A tie replaces the cravat and a nice overcoat replaces his greatcoat, that sort of upgrade.
More important is what else he should take along and, if he's figured out how the white room works by now (startling though it was at first), then it should be as simple as-- ]
Tarot cards, please.
[ Of course he'd add on 'please' to a computerized room. It would have worked regardless, since the white room gives him a row of card decks zooming in out of nowhere (more things to find startling, since he definitely jumps a little at its arrival), not only tarot ones, for him to choose from. Of all the things to ask for...
It's included normal decks of cards as well, which earns the room a frown. ]
Couldn't narrow it down, could you?
there is no... truck???
[ Needing to update to modern fashion was one thing. No one bothered to mention modern machinery. Most people might take cars and traffic for granted, but Childermass has never seen these damn things before. They're loud, they're fast, they're everywhere, and the only nice thing he has to say about them is at least the roads are no longer mud and dirt!
And while he'll pick up on how crosswalks exist sooner than later, now is that inevitable moment where he's broken off from whatever exploration he'd been doing to try and cross the middle of a street. It was empty a moment ago, a brief lull in traffic, but a truck suddenly turning out of an alley changes that. There isn't much time to get out of the way, which, first and foremost, he finds irritating.
He shouldn't have to move. The truck shouldn't be there at all, much less about to hit him.
Which, for whatever reason, is something the Matrix seems to agree with him about, however briefly, because anyone watching is about to confused by how reality somehow bends the path of the truck around the man standing in the middle of the street. It could be in part to a magician already being well aware that one can bend reality to one's whim that makes this come a little more naturally to Childermass, but even he's left staring after the truck, a little shocked himself, as it swerves some after being moved like that, then continues on its way. ]
That... Now that... [ Okay, he's stumped. He's pretty sure it wasn't magic! ] What in the world was that?
[ He might also want to stop standing in the street like an idiot, but hey. ]
Truck
You figured it out! I mean... you did, right? [ Unless she saw things. But... she thinks she wasn't. ]
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Tamaki | ota
[Tamaki doesn't have any particular thing he wants to do while inside the Matrix, so he decides to just go exploring. Prior to joining the carnival, Tamaki had never been outside Japan, and this is his first time in America (or a place modeled after America, anyway). He doesn't really bother making himself look much different from normal, except his hair is a little shorter. He's dressed a little nicer than usual, and people who know him might notice he seems a bit... taller than he was, by about six inches.
He ends up in the park. It seems like a nice place to be - people are milling around despite the chill in the air, there are joggers and food vendors and people reading books. It reminds him of the park where he used to dance in Tokyo, before he was recruited as an idol.
One might find him checking out the Cloud Gate (why would anyone make a big, shiny bean statue, anyway?), but he seems especially interested in the skating rink. He gets some skates and wobbles his way out onto the ice - no better time to learn than the present!]
Lincoln Park Zoo
[Is Tamaki too old to go to a zoo? No. Never.
This zoo is pretty big, too, and the fact that it's free is pretty incredible, especially to a kid that grew up with almost no money. He has fun looking around the zoo at all the cool animals, some he's never seen in real life.
He ends up at the Lion House, curiously tapping the glass on the leopard exhibit, before looking at whoever is near.]
Do you think they get bored in there?
Millennium Park
"Will this be part of your new act?"
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Hinawa | OTA
This sure is a white room. Hinawa still isn't sure how answering a, whatchamacallit, telephone brought her here, but she thinks it was some kind of magic, since everything has been some kind of magic so far. She's grasped enough of the ringleader's briefing to know that this is the entrance to the new world (the May Tricks? What an odd name).
Despite having no inclination to change her appearance, the white room doesn't seem to want to let her leave without at least a wardrobe change, and Hinawa finds herself decked out in something utterly strange to her, but it felt comfy at least.
"A coat and hat? It must be winter in May Tricks."
B: help computer
Hinawa understands exactly none of this.
Upon entering the simulation, she's frozen at the sight of long, black paths, huge buildings that disappear into the sky, hundreds upon hundreds of people moving this way and that, and the noise. So much noise! Most of it coming from those huge metal machines running up and down the streets. What are those things? She's seen similar things in the rides at the carnival, but none of them are that huge and that loud.
Hinawa stands on the sidewalk, dumbstruck, until a man in a business suit pushes past her, muttering about 'lousy out of towners!'
You know, maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all. "Oh... how do I get back?"
C: (GARBLED NOISES)
It's starting to get dark, and Hinawa feels the need to return. This place is just exhausting with all the lights and noise. All she has to do is find another one of those telephone things, right? She starts down a random street in search of one, but instead stops when she spies something entirely different: a little black dog on the other side of the street, sniffing the ground. It scampers off the curb and into the road, right into the lights of an oncoming metal machine.
Hinawa lets out a small yelp and runs out into the street to scoop up the dog before something terrible happens, but as she looks up at the far side of the street she sees the dog again, sniffing the ground and stepping off the curb again.
She looks down. The dog is gone. It's back at the curb, repeating its last few actions.
A loud, blaring noise fills her ears and she looks up to see two impossibly bright lights bearing down on her.
C.
"Take my hand."
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It was a little disorienting, what with the telephones and all, but Sherlock is adaptable and clever enough to figure out what was going on. At least somewhat. Considering the fact he dresses like he's in the Matrix every day, his wardrobe improves only slightly, his hair slicked back and his coat changing to something longer and a bit more leathery. He thought it would fit in well.
At least his teeth had shrunk back to normal. No oddities here, at least not in the Carnival sense.
Sherlock brightened when a shelf of weapons presented itself to him. He tucked a couple of throwing knives and no less than three handguns in his coat.
Better than a Mind Palace?
All right, this was fascinating.
Being used to creating his own mental simulations in his Mind Palace, this virtual world was so incredibly realistic he was practically in love with it. A massive orderly world--not too orderly that people would notice, but still--and run entirely by computers? Ugh, if only he could have a tiny bit of this technology there would be so many things he could do with it.
It was a nice break from the strange world of the Carnival. It wasn't London, but it was modern and normal.
He was having a cup of tea when he saw a car accident--a simple fender bender--happen twice.
An old Buick tapped a beat-up old Cadillac's bumper, and a man got out of the former, yelling.
He blinked and it happened again. Wait, what? That was odd.
Before Sherlock could react a thief used the growing crowd in front of the tea shop as a distraction and grabbed an old lady's purse. She cried out for help and Sherlock, more out of boredom than true altruism, made a mad dash for the thief. He chases him through the sidewalks and down into an alley, where they dash up a fire escape and onto the roof of an apartment building. Sherlock isn't far behind when he sees the madman JUMP from one building to the next. Sherlock was running far too fast and too close to stop, plus he had a habit of climbing buildings and jumping from them when he was chasing down villains in his own world, so he took the jump, believing he could make it when--
"AAAGHH--"
Too wide, it was too wide!
His feet hit the edge of the building and he nearly fell backwards but caught himself in time. Panting, he turned around to look at the chasm he'd just crossed.
That should have been impossible...
WHAT ABOUT A MIND CITY, SHERLOCK
But here she is. A palm-sized hummingbird of black and gold. Since real hummingbirds of that size exist, she hasn't yet broken the system.
...Yet.
Still. The first thing Sherlock is going to see when turning his head? That bird.
If he were paying attention it might look to be sighing in relief, but honestly turning your head to see a large hummingbird is in itself sort of unsettling.]
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[Sora's had a lot of outfits for a lot of different worlds, but never before had he been given the option to make the outfit himself. Usually, he just sort of... appeared in a world-appropriate outfit.
This is a new opportunity, though! Although, he's... not exactly the most fashionable person, he can totally pull this off! Just a little of this, a little of that...
And in the end, he winds up in something like this.]
A little familiar, huh?
Makin' My Way Downtown
[Thank goodness someone corrected Sora on his poor fashion choices. Lord knows he would've stuck out like a sore thumb here, had he gone through with his original plan.
Speaking of which, this place is so... normal looking. He's well aware that this is just a simulation, but even so, it's just. A city. They certainly didn't have cities like this back home.
For now, he'll just wander down the street and see what there is to see. No need to draw attention yet.]
WALKIN' FASTER
[Okay, now this was getting a little weird. The sun was beginning to set, and the street lamps were beginning to turn on, making Sora wonder if he should try to find his way back.
Wherever that is.
Suddenly, he's knocked over onto the pavement by a passerby, only barely catching himself from pulling a full face plant.]
Agh- Hey!
[He can't do much but watch the person walk away and brush himself off. He's only barely picked himself up when he's knocked over again, by... the same person?]
Huh?
...That's... a little weird.
[Yeah okay he would definitely like to leave now.]
Character creation
Yukine stepped beside Sora, looking at the available clothes. Then, she smiled, and instead wrapped her arm around his, nudging him to follow her.
"I come from Japan, Earth, in the year 2003. I think I could help you with this, since this simulation seems closer to what it used to be like back home." She made a peace sign, "with the exception that we can get anything we want without worrying for the price."
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GONGENZAKA | OTA
[In the White Room, he stumbles, feeling over his jaw and cracking it. His geta clack along the ground, and while not as large as before, he is an imposing sight despite the almost lost expression on his face. He had just gotten used to four legs.
He did not think about how difficult it would be to master two again.
All the same. He stands in his original regalia, complete with 'iron' geta that clank with each step. It is as comfortable as the day he put it all on in the first place.
But... ...That's not really going to 'blend in' in Chicago, is it?]
[WHO NEEDS REBELLIONS THERE'S TRAINING TO BE DONE]
[This is a world of potential and possibility, and for all that he remains firm and unchanging, his meditation carries another meaning here.
He can feel this world around him-just as he became aware of his breath, of the birds in the trees while at peace, his mind is open to the world here. It is loud and filled with 'static', the sound of racing cars and chattering innocents and despite the fact that he seems to no longer have the heightened senses granted by enormous ears, it feels like blaring sirens.
Everything is here-and yet he finds himself unable to push it back. It is not a strength of body that he necessarily seeks after all-and this is different from what he experienced upon gaining those canid senses.
...And it occurs to him, that maybe. Just maybe, if he can master the focus here...
He can learn to better focus his eyes, his ears, and his thoughts, on any one thing in reality.
That is why, for much of the trip while wearing a better 'blending' outfit, Gongenzaka takes to sitting. In bustling cafes, on benches, at bus stops...he sits. And he listens, and he focuses on identifying a 'one' rather than the 'many', returning as often as able between his shifts.]
[DEJA-VU]
Between the change in clothing (though he IS wearing the same set of sashes no matter what), and the whole four-legged tusk face matter seems like something that should protect him from the slim, slim chance that they get a visitor to the carnival who he's encountered while in the Matrix itself.
One would hope, at least. But instead-] ...Hey...have I...seen you before..?
AUH-
[His tails bristle.] Most certainly not..! I, the man Gongenzaka, assure you...
[The patron squints. Well they sure did HEAR that...]
A-AAAAUUH...
TRAINING
As she turns to Gongenzaka, Yukine offers a bottle of soda. What taste? Yukine learned that it was whatever you wanted it to be.
"So far I have only been able to do little things, such as changing tastes."
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Normally, any suggestion of altering her perceived physical form would irritate Peridot greatly. Here in the Matrix, though, the circumstances are different.
It still takes her a moment to warm up to the idea at first; old habits die hard, after all. But she's never had the luxury of choice like this before, and once she gets a taste, it's mind blowing. She could be anything, LITERALLY anything that she wants... Which means there's only one correct choice.
THE ONE aka THROW STUFF AT PERIDOT
All it had taken for her to discover her potential was a single truck and it's inattentive driver. Peridot had been crossing the street when the vehicle blew a red light. The truck may not have stopped, but time did.
Slow motion. The truck came closer. Peridot threw her unfamiliar Canadian teenage boy arms up in front of her face, flinching and preparing for unavoidable impact. The truck drew mere inches away. Millimeters. And then suddenly, it froze.
People had been gawking at the sight of this young man standing in the middle of the street, arms braced up, head tucked down and cowering in front of a speeding 18 wheeler now frozen in its tracks, suspended for a moment as if time around it has stopped. They'd gawked even more when that teenage boy appeared to repulse that truck, sending it zooming back several hundreds of feet.
Yup. Everyone, including Peridot, had been surprised. Surely her metal powers shouldn't work in here, let alone would they be that powerful. This merited further investigation. Which is why she's here now, pestering you incessantly, eager to see if she can repeat the feat.
"C'mon come on, throw it! Throw something at me! Or try and punch me or something, I haven't got all day here!!"
...She is SO eager, that her enthusiasm is expressing itself in a pretty aggressive manner. Sorry.
WILDCARD
Give Peridot something to react to and we'll see what happens.
The One
He doesn't even know who this boy is. Why is he talking to him? Why is he asking to be beaten up? Lauren really isn't comfortable with this.
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He’s a man on a mission. Well, technically he’s a troll on a mission, though right now he doesn’t look it. He’s human in appearance and wearing human clothes. The only thing unusual about his presence here is the can of yellow spray paint he has in one hand. He shakes it, before quickly removing the cap and drawing a small ψ sign on the wall. The cap is replaced before he’s swiftly stowing the can away again. He does it all week, whenever he thinks people aren’t looking, marking the walls with his ψiign.
After a few days it’s hard not to notice the amount of Psi signs. They’re small and innocuous, but they’re there if you’re looking.
II. High Speed Chase
He’s running, he’s not the kind of person that runs a lot, but he has a strong feeling that trying to fly here would be bad. That would draw more attention to him, not less, right? Still, he’s surprised the fucking cops are the ones coming after him. He hadn’t even tagged that many walls yet. Did they have access to some kind of information he didn’t know about? It doesn’t matter, not now anyway. He has to run.
It should be harder than this, running this fast. He should be breathing hard, feeling his muscles ache as he makes his way through the city. He isn’t though, and he doesn’t even realize it. He’s simply doing it because he needs to in order to get away.
“Find a phone, find a phone, find a phone!”
III. Code Push
Of course he’d known the whole time this world was fake. He knew it wasn’t real, just a simulation, but he’d never thought he could see it like this before. It was like he could see the program, see the rules that were in place and see how to shift them. Almost. It wasn’t obvious all the time, but every now and then there was a glimmer of it, of the code behind the illusion. If he just concentrated hard enough.
It’s dusk, the streetlights are on and he’s sitting on a bench in a park. Suddenly the light turns off, and instantly Psi is standing up, arms thrown above his head, laughing like a maniac. Surely that won’t garner him any attention.
IV. Write Your Name
Now that he’s made this code his he doesn’t have to use the spray paint anymore. He carves his name into the walls without lifting a finger. On the sidewalk it looks as though it was stamped in while the cement was still wet. It’s carved into plinths listing donor names and monument creation dates. The off-color bricks in the wall spell out the shape. He even changes a billboard to say it. It’s not ‘the Psionic’ he’s written, but “Ψ.” He’s certain he’ll get somebody’s attention.
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"What's so funny about the lights going out?"
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Susan | OTA
Susan had never seen such a big city before in his entire life. Sure, Phlan had been pretty big, and he had seen bigger on occasion when traveling, but this? This was definitely something really cool. It didn't matter that this was some sort of illusion or something (he wasn't sure of the specifics, but that's what he decided was meant), this was still a really huge city.
And on top of being really big, everything looked... Well, weird. The buildings were so tall, and there were weird... things, of some kind, in the streets, going so fast with people in them. The people dressed weird, too, nothing like the clothes he's still wearing. He didn't know what any of it was, really, why it was so different than the cities he was used to, but that didn't matter.
What did matter was that he was going to explore every part of it.
b. zoo
A big place filled with animals seemed like a pretty cool place to explore, but Susan was a bit disappointed when he actually found out what a zoo was. It wasn't that he didn't like seeing all the animals or that he didn't enjoy himself, but they were all in these cages and behind walls, which didn't really seem very fair to the animals... Or fair to the people who wanted to get a really good look.
It didn't take long for him to decide what he should do. He could tell he wasn't supposed to (it wasn't hard, with how no one else was doing it), but when it seemed like no one was looking, Susan took a chance and started to scale a fence into one of the exhibits. Up there, he'd be able to see a lot better, he was sure of it.
c. locked to carly and lauren
He'd seen the restaurant when he was exploring one time, a little fancy place that seemed popular for couples on dates. It had given him an idea, one that didn't take him long to start to try and pull off.
After sending a letter to Carly, he just had to work on getting Lauren to the restaurant too. It wouldn't be hard, he hoped; the hard part would be getting himself out of there and leaving the two of them alone. But for now he just needed to get Lauren there in the first place.
"Hey, Lauren, can I show you something?" They weren't really doing much, so hopefully it wouldn't be too hard to convince him to go look at something specific.
C - SUSAN. NO.
He glances to Susan a questioning look on his face as his brother asks that. They'd so far just been wandering around looking for something interesting to do. Perhaps something they'd seen had given Susan an idea?
"What is it?" he asks, though he'll make no move to stop Susan if he begins to lead him somewhere.
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Tanyuu Karibusa | OTA
The initial uplink was jarring in and of itself. The feeling of being digitized and physically changed into raw data isn't a pleasant one, though not painful. Just...strange. Very, very strange and nothing like what Tanyuu has dealt with in the past.
She also wasn't expecting to land right on her face as soon as she got to the White Room, but that's what happens when your true self-image has a a bum leg.
She's fixed the 'bum' part of that leg now, and settled into a rather nice outfit for herself, but Tanyuu's not quite ready to leave just yet. Instead she's very, very slowly walking around the blank non-space, her grip tight on a cane she created for herself. If she's going to learn to walk, she had better do it where it won't be attracting undue attention--and where the people that might see this travesty will at least understand why she looks like a newborn deer right now.
B: Wildcard!
( Hit me up with any other ideas you have either by PM or over at
WHITE ROOM
Steven is there, suddenly, and he's throwing his hands up in surprise. Of course, he expected that if people were going to look like normal humans that people would be changing in appearance - but he's never seen her as a not-snake person.
Then, noticing her lack of balance, he steps forward, putting his hands out as if to support her.
"Whoa, are you okay?"
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Ginko | Mushi-Shi | OTA
After all this time, it's kind of strange seeing himself fully human again. Unfortunately, looking like he did before doesn't actually mean he's going to blend in, unless white hair and bright green eyes are typical of the populace of the Matrix.
Ginko frowns and reaches up to drag his fingers through his hair, careful, especially with his eyepatch gone, not to push his bangs away from his left eye. His white hair is left dark brown behind his hands. "...Damn. This is pretty weird."
Inside
Okay, on one hand, there's a lot to take in here; it's nothing like his own world, so he can't say he's not curious. On the other, there's a lot to take in here, and all things considered, Ginko isn't sure how much he wants to get... involved in it all, given the massive concentration of people and lights and vehicles. ...Not to mention what he already knows about the true nature of this place.
Instead, he mostly settles for finding places where he can stand by and just... people-watch, really. It's actually kind of easier here than it was in his own world, given that his avatar is probably going to do better at blending in than he ever did back home. If he notices someone he recognizes from the carnival he may give them a little wave, but he mostly seems interested in keeping to himself.
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"Hey. You waiting on anyone?" Everyone's supposed to buddy up before looking around, after all.
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Papyrus ☠ OTA
[Really, Papyrus knows, entering the digital world while still looking like himself would be the best idea. Who wouldn't be cheered to see him?
But people around the carnival gossip about the new world, and the disguises they create to go exploring, and their words catch his non-existent ear. The possibilities of artistic expression are so amazing that he has to give it a shot himself.
So when others pass through the white room on their way in, they can enjoy the sight of a skeleton with hair of various colors and lengths.]
Look at this! Have you ever seen anything so beautiful?
[The sight and the jubilant sounds inviting their gaze.]
► DEJA VU
[Never mind the wonders of hair, check out the surface world! It's not the village-sized clearing of the carnival, tucked together inside the forest. This is a city, on a scale he's only see in human videos!
And tucked safely under a disguise, Papyrus walks the streets, looking every inch the clueless tourist that he is. He stops and stares up at towering skyscrapers, peers over the edges of bridges, and even pauses in the middle of the sidewalk to the irritation of his fellow pedestrians.
His first sign of anything awry comes when he's dangling a 'barbecue rib' from his hand (it smelled delicious, but like anything from Grillby's, it was too fatty and greasy to want to eat). A small white dog sniffs around him and grabs the food from his hand, and runs off.]
Hey! Get back here with... Actually, no. You can keep---
[The barbecue rib dangles from his fingers, and he glances down in confusion. The dog's muzzle noses against his hand, again, before stealing it away... Again.]
Wh-what?
white room!
Strange honestly had no idea what this digital world's about. He's had the strangest week as is, this talk about "digital things" is just going straight over his head (as shown by the fact that he's still very 1800s in his attire) and he's just not taking advantage of the white room at all. He has no idea what exactly it does except for it gives a skeleton hair?
This is obviously a faerie (or so he thinks. But COME ON, IT'S A SKELETON, GOTTA BE A FAERIE). And yet this is a faerie that's...really jazzed about hair, okay, you do you Papyrus, Jonathan Strange is going to try and find a way to make a conversation out of this because Papyrus is obviously talking to him. ]
It is... [ find a nice way to say this, find a nice way to say this... ] ...certainly a sight.
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Nicolas Brown | OTA (will match prose)
[A scraggly twelve year old stands in the empty space, too-large army jacket hanging off his bones. He's staring down at his battered arms -- the Ringmaster thrust him into the Matrix shortly after he arrived, and he arrived quite beaten. He slowly wipes a palm over the bruises, and they fade behind his hand like magic marker, until finally, they disappear. Nic unwraps torn cloth from his hand; it devolves into green code and disappears before it hits the floor. Hand raised, he watches a slice in his palm close like it was never there.
Once his wounds are taken care of, he lifts his arms. The overlarge jacket and wife beater dissolve into pixels and blow away; they are replaced by a button down dress shirt -- a memory of a friend's decent clothing. A friend from a very rich family.
Nic drops his arms with finality. He looks like a raccoon crawled into a gold-trimmed wardrobe with style, and he only wriggled into half of it. His cargo pants and hi-tops are definitely still from the dumpster.
Feeling eyes on him, he turns to you and cocks his head inquisitively. His chin juts out in preemptive defense, as if he's saying, What you lookin' at?]
(B) main character super powers
[A child runs across the roofs of buildings like a freaking ninja, surveying the city as per his Nightrunner duties. He leaps across a gap between two apartment buildings and plants a sole on the wall of another. The other foot lifts -- intending to run up it like he would any other day in the real world -- hits the brick, and slides. Nic slips like a cartoon character on a banana peel, and he tumbles right off the roof.
So much for being "the one."]
(C) wildcard
[hit me with your best shot!]
(B) Slams into this I hope it's okay
She's missed wandering through a city, missed the lights and sounds, and while it may not be anything like Lumiose City, it still has its own charm. Speaking of sounds, it's hard to ignore the sudden crash she hears in the upcoming alleyway, curiosity forcing her to hurry over. It's there she spots the unfortunate boy with a small gasp. Did he just...fall from somewhere?
"Hey! You okay?" Redundant question, sure, but she's bounding over to his side to offer a hand.
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Jonathan Strange | ota!
[ By this point, it's a day or so past his initial arrival and somebody's beaten it through Strange's head that you need to actually try to blend in. As such, he's settled on a nice pair of slacks, a black trench coat over a white oxford shirt and a long gray scarf that he hasn't bothered to wrap around his neck: the ends drag the ground and are now quite dirty.
Of course, this doesn't change the fact that his hair's everywhere, he desperately needs a shave, and he can't hide the trace of mania in his eyes. But details, details. He's walking down the streets at a brisk pace, books in hand, still a little bit awestruck at the sheer size of the Barnes and Noble he just came out of. Norrell would die of shock at the sight of it, he can't help but think.
He's wrapped up in his own thoughts that Strange accidentally runs into someone, their shoulders bumping as he passes. Watch where you're going! the person huffs, rolling their eyes. He's about to retort...when the same person is walking towards him again, bumps into him again, and responds with the same Watch where you're going!
The problem with being mad is you're not sure sometimes if the thing really happened or you just imagined it. So Strange can't help but just stand still on the sidewalk for a moment as he ponders that question, mind debating between the two and face And oh thank heavens, he's spotted a person from the carnival, SORRY BUDDY you are going to get bothered, as Strange just rushes up to you and asks in a frantic tone of voice, ]
Did someone just run into me twice?
the one
[ Unlike some other people, Strange was having a hard time figuring out to work the Matrix (really, this is a good thing, he is not all that good with impulse control to begin with). Magic came naturally to him, as if he was hearing a song in the back of his head. This? It involved pushing and pulling, trying to create the song out of nothing instead of filling in what would come in next.
Plus, it's preventing him from doing his damn job. How exactly can he bring the fight to the agents if he can't fight to begin with?
So, Strange has been sitting at the bench in the zoo, staring at a water fountain for the past fifteen minutes. Just when he's fairly certain he's about to throw in the towel, the water fountain turns on, seemingly by itself...but with a force that accidentally sprays the person who was about to use it.
Strange can't help it. He lets out a short little laugh of triumph as he leans back on the bench, grinning wildly. It's then that he notices surprise, laughing like that draws attention to yourself, whether from another carnival employee or a person living their live here to begin with. ]
Problem with the pipes, [ he explains, smiling like a madman all the while. ]
you are not the one
[ Strange might be having problems, but it might seem to be the opposite case with Childermass when he more or less is just there sitting next to him. Of course, it could also be that Strange had missed him completely with how hard he was concentrating on the fountain, even without using magic at all.
It's a mystery, really, and likely not one he'll bother answering.
But one way or another, he's there now and, unlike some other carnival workers, he's made a decent effort at blend in, with clothing that fits the era instead of his usual, often never replaced attire. ]
Not everyone here is going to look the other way and avoid you, Mr. Strange.
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