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lostcarnival2016-11-27 06:13 pm
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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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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.]
Re: WHAT ABOUT A MIND CITY, SHERLOCK
So when there suddenly was a bird in his face when he turned his head, he jumped and flailed his right arm, trying to swat it. For all he knew it was a giant bug before his mind caught up to his vision and the fact it was just a bird registered properly.]
Ahhhh!
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They can do that-it's small. But they can do it. And Screech she does, before fumbling her way through a very clumsy shapeshifting spell that the Matrix DOES NOT LIKE at all-] Ww-Ww- WHA-
[Eventually this girl reforms, albeit without glasses.] W-Watch where you swing your arms..!!
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WHAT!?!?!?
[Was this thing of the Matrix? He didn't know.]
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[SHE'S ONLY 21 DON'T LET THIS BE THE END OF LIFE SHERLOCK]
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What are you!? Who are you!?
[The theif was all but forgotten at his point. Transforming hummingbirds had taken priority.]
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[PLEASE PUT THOSE AWAY SIR] I know I look different without feathers and everything but I'm seriously not someone to shoot at!!
[She also never met you ANYWAY but shhhhh that's clearly irrelevant right now.]
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[He frowns and puts his guns down--fortunately cause he's really not got a handle on proper gun safety considering his idea of quelling boredom is to shoot at the wall randomly--and scratches his head with the barrel of one. WHO KNOWS IF THE SAFETY IS ON THIS IS NOT SAFE HANDLING SHERLOCK]
You're one of us...how'd you manage to get the Matrix to turn you into a hummingbird?
[Cutting to the chase there. Also please stop using the gun to scratch your head.]
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I'm still surprised I was able to turn back while in here, getting any magic to work at all has been really hard you know... [AND ON THE NOTE OF REALLY ANYTHING-] A-And you probably shouldn't do that if you were about to shoot me, that thing is loaded isn't it?!?
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[You can be fascinated later Sherlock stop scratching your head with the gun.]
Oh this? Of course it is.
[He fires off a random shot suddenly with the other one into the air. THAT COULD HIT SOMEONE IF IT COMES DOWN]
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llllllaaaaaAAAAAnnndDD that just means you shouldn't scratch your head with it!!!
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I wasn't scratching my head.
[He totally was, he's just an eccentric--okay mad--genius.]
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[He peers down the barrel. SHERLOCK STOP.]
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Why would anyone do that on purpose it's ridiculous!!] And you're really going to get hurt if you don't watch it, I think..!!
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[He drops the gun when he puts it down and he hisses in alarm, expecting to fire.
Fortunately, it didn't. He breathed a sigh of relief and pocketed the gun. Probably not even putting the safety on.]
Right. I'll be more careful.
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[It's very possible Sherlock is mad. A lot of people think so, including his best friend John Watson.]
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