Unclassifiable Dreaming in the Dark

IC: Kad'taab
Military embarkation chamber

Kad'taab followed the General as the human continued to talk. It was mostly information that had already been given to him, but he stayed quiet on that fact as they made their way as if to walk through the wall. Kad'taab grunted again as the hidden doors there swung open. It was more deception and trickery, designed to impress those who were easily cowed. Kad'tabb was not such a being.

Upon entering the non-human loading area his first thoughts were on the stasis cylinders even as the General pointed out which was to be his for the journey. Kad'taab repressed a shudder, it would not do to demonstrate the fear he held at the device. Going into stasis was not something he was looking forward to, he felt it was tempting the sloth god Arasuum, enemy of Kad Ha'rangir and thus of the Taung themselves. Would the prolonged slumber anger the destroyer god, forever pushing Kad'taab into the embrace of sloth and stagnation? He certainly hoped it did not, that the gods would see the stasis that he must endure was a means to and end, not an end in and of itself, for through it he would find great glory.

Next he turned his attention to the other occupants of the room. He knew he should have done this first, but the moment had briefly overwhelmed him. Upon seeing those with whom he would share a pod, he determined to never make that mistake again. The strangely colored Wookiee caught his attention. He had fought many of it's kind before. Formidible warriors all, this one would surely be worthy at least of Kad'taab's respect. But would she challenge him and his own mission here? That was hard to say. The purple scaled Stenax was another being to be respected, their ability to fly made them a difficult adversary to pin down. It would be a great asset to his own people if they could take to the air when required. But if gods had wanted the Taung to fly, they too would have been born with wings.

Throughout his own observations, the General had kept talking, but by now Kad'taab was no longer listening. After the officer left, leaving behind the war droid of course, Kad'taab began stripping out of his rancor leather armor, though it actually didn't cover very much. Never a very modest being, Kad'taab did not even avail himself of the privacy curtain, instead allowing to the others to see him in all his muscle bound glory before donning the silk clothing provided for him.

He placed his belongings and armor in the lock box assigned for him, he now ready. Throughout all of this he had said nothing. He looked again to the other two, wondering which would be the first to challenge him. It was then that he realized that the last non-human member of their pod had been obscured from his view. He could only hope that he or she lived up to the potential he saw in the other two. It was a potential that he truly hoped was never realized. He was on this journey to one of the first to face and conquer the unknown. If he wanted to test himself against Wookiee or Stenax he could have done so without tempting Arasuum. But if there were to be internal conflicts, he hoped it would start with them.

OOC: Almost time for Clone Wars to be on. Bardan thought to himself as he sat down in front of the computer. Better make this quick, his son Kal was already waiting for him on the couch, as he was every Saturday morning. Bardan didn't even log onto the TF.N boards, just did a "lurk through" of the many threads in which he was interested. Nothing really caught his eye as out of the ordinary until he came to the update to the new RPG he had just joined.

He read the update, then re-read it a second time. Then a third. Finally he called out to his wife "Arla! Come check this out." She too looked it over, not believeing what she was reading either. The more they looked into it, the more real they knew it to be. But there was no time to discuss it now, Clone Wars was starting, and Kal was already demanding Bardan's presence. Bardan and his wife waited until after the kids had been sent to bed that evening to discuss the unexpected opportunity presented to them. "We should go, it will be fun for you to meet everyone. Besides you have always wanted to go to Britain." Bardan thought that over, he had revisted the websites throughout the day and looked through Sinre's proof. Bardan was a skeptical person by nature, but everything looked to be legitimate. "What about you and the kids? Won't you be bored, while I do my Star Wars nerd thing?"

"I am sure we can find something to do over there." Now she winked at him "Besides if I go, it is an extra five million dollars right? I own the firm, and for that kind of money I can excuse myself to go on vacation." Bardan laughed now, he so loved his wife's mercenary tendencies. "Ok, I am on it. I will e-mail him back and let him know we are coming." This was going to be fun.

TAG: Sinrebirth, Trieste, Mitth_Fisto, Splinterthemindseye_

 

IC: Itolis
Alien Loading zone

It was all so fitting in a way, the young and abused species still struggled with trying to put forth that they were better then those that had brought them here, and at the same time repeated the pattern that had been laid out for them. It was the only pattern that truly worked, even if it was not the best, it worked and was able to crush the other forms in open war. As had been proven many times, and as his own tests had shown. Only now the one's that called themselves humans were rising to fill the void left by the vanishing of the Rakatta, and were immulating them in all respects that they could.

Alas for such an ambitious race, they lacked the key and were not advanced enough in their very cores to ever truly perform as their Masters had in times past. As for the babbling he ignored all but the parts of noteworthy interests. Which were few.

The odd one led him and the two into the space that was set aside for the new 'slave' class that was seen inferior to humans. Oh the tests that he could perform here, the staggering possibilities nearly made him smile as he let himself be led by them to his chamber. His 'tenders' hissed at him and he stayed silent, he knew what they wanted, the fact that they thought they had to talk him into it was another matter to bring their sentience into question. They did have a feel to them though, and he closed the privacy curtain to contain them with himself. He quietly hissed his question to them, deigning to converse for the ember he felt within the bodies that such feeble minds possessed.

"Are you going as well?"

He began removing his armor and clothes as he awaited their answer. Perhaps he would find a new home for his companions sooner then he thought. As for the others, at the moment they were unimportant. For now.

TAG: Sinrebirth , Bardan, Splinterinthemindseye_ , Trieste

OOC:

Finishing the typing for Itolis he sat back and simply stared at the screen, letting the information he had playing as background noise for a study review wash over him as he looked at Sinre's OOC. What an OOC! It was a hard thing to truly conceptualize, the value more then he pressently lived off of in a year and a trip to meet up in one years time? And close to his birthday no less, what a swell early celebration that would be!

Still, he needed to talk with someone about this, perhaps even if just to soften his high that he was currently suffering from at the mere idea of being able to cross two bucket list items off. So with a twist and a tap of the keys he soon had Adalia on a direct line to chat about this.

Typing up a request to chat and including that it involved Sinre he awaited her reply, which he was not forced to wait for for long.

Adalia-Durron: Sure, why not. What do you need?

Mitth_Fisto: To read this. . . .and give me your take on it. Personally I am a hold out for happy coincidences, but higly doubt it.

Adalia-Durron: Ok, that is REALLY Creative....and its all fantasy I'm sure....cause I'd be on his list! LOL! Ryan loves me!

He's not serious, I'm pretty sure about that. Its all a mind game, and Ryan (being a Lawyer) is very good at mind games.

Mitth_Fisto: As am I, sure that it is a mind game. Still, a grubby little kido inside hopes for the thing beyond hope. For me it would be like an early birthday and holiday present. And a means to check something off my bucketlist.

Adalia-Durron: LOL!! Same, UK is on my bucket list too.
I might have to harass him about not inviting me...

Logging off from the chat he sat back and sighed, it would have been such a wonderful thing. But the proof was in the pudding and so far his bowl was empty. Still he sent a possitive email reply and scratched his chin. Until otherwise he would just have to live his life as if it was not so. No amount of anonymous winners or pictures of fanciful hotels were about to change that, so instead he waited and hoped beyond hope.

TAG: The void.

 

Prennie Baekor
Prisoner Transfer, Spaceport

"It ain't no joke, Prennie. Now you listen! Remember back when we first started, I says to you, I says, 'Prennie, them laws will be runnin' after me now, but there's still a chance you haven't been seen. I'll surely take you back to your ma and you can avoid the rough life if you give the word.' Know what you said? No. You said 'no.' Nice and simple, just like that. You knew what you were gettin' into, honey. That there's faith and trust! Gimme some of that now, will ya? We could get outta here."

Prennie kept her lips tight. Maybe there was the slimmest of possibilities that they could escape, but she couldn't do it - not with Ed, especially. They had already proved what happened when they were arguing while they tried to work together.

Her heart wanted to forgive him. He loved her, she knew that much. He loved her more than anyone else in the galaxy, and cared for her life. But. . .not even love could overcome what she had done. The sins she had slowly committed were bad, but forgivable. Murder. . .not so much.

As if on cue, the Inquistitor returned. He turned out the doors, expecting them to follow. And they did, mainly because their cuffs pulled them towards him. The escapee inside of her examined all the walls of each room they passed through, looking for some form of escape. And yet. . .there were none. She blinked her eyes once, a tear trailing down the curvature of her cheek. It was real. All of it. She was a prisoner, and would work her sentence off for sixty years. Damn everything.

She stepped into a final room, where two cylinder chambers lay waiting for them. Her heart began to beat rapidly. Almost too fast to control. Where did this sudden claustrophobia come from? She had to take her clothes and put on some different garments. Prennie did so quickly, not even glancing in Ed's direction. She wouldn't give him a show, and while she was finishing up, she watched him take his ring off. He glanced in her direction, and met her eyes. Then he let it fall to the ground. She ripped her locket off and laid it in her box. One of the rings on it was one Ed had given her.

"Might be worth a few dollars wherever we're going." She mumbled, just loud enough for him to hear. After making sure she was finished, Prennie turned back to the others.

A new chapter in her life.

A chapter of imprisonment.

TAG: HanSolo29, Sinrebirth

 

IC: Galvin Shade
Outside Stasis Pod

Galvin couldn’t say he was pleased with the mannerisms of the nurse, but it could not be said he was not patient and professional. After all if he were to offend her any number of unpleasentries might befall him in his stasis, so it was best to let the woman get her visual fill and move on, after all she wasn’t going to be around in most likelihood when he awoke. He could take a bit of solace in that. Galvin had to admit though he was not all too comfortable with the idea of such time passing with him essentially sleeping. One is most vulnerable while they’re asleep.

He could not dally now however, there was no time for regrets, and certainly not a time for second thoughts. He cast aside such wayward thinking with his clothes, and donned the silk garments he’d been assigned. Then like his thoughts now stored in the back of his mind he folded up his normal clothes and placed them inside the storage box under his stasis chamber along with his other ‘belongings’. “I am done,” it wasn’t necessary for him to say so, she’d kept a close eye on him the whole time, but she didn’t need to know he knew. Either way, it was time to get this over with.

Tag: Sinre

OOC: Alastor
A miraculously intact location on the eastern US coast.

He yawned, as he always seemed to be doing this past month. Having completely halted his entire intake of caffeine under doctor’s orders had seem him rediscover what it meant to be sleepy. All the time. Regardless. It had played hell with his writing schedule not to mention his constant need to focus on school or Holosuite every time he sat down to write a post for Sinre or Draco’s game he found himself distracted.

That said Sinre’s little message had un-distracted him right away. There were a number of reasons, one,money. Money was good. Especially when you didn’t have any. A third, well he was unemployed so Sinre probably wouldn’t need to donate any sum of money to anybody, though he doubted that his College would say no. Second he’d always wanted to visit England, and there were a number of people in the country he’d like to meet, Sinre included. He’d have to be sure to let Blue know when things got closer to happening. If they happened.

It didn’t pass him by that this could be some ruse or something. Sinre was known to do it in games, and well this was a tad unbelievable. “Well if he’s lying he’s lying, if he’s not, I’m going to find myself in the land of ‘tea time’ and unable to drink a damn drop.” He sighed and shook his head, “Well, nothing really to lose.”
Tag: Sinre, others?
True OOC: Excuses in the OOC are valid… I’ve been hella distracted. Sorry.

 

IC: Orison
Nonhuman Loading Area, Spaceport

Orison listened to the words of her guide for this stage of the journey. He had not answered her question as to whether or not she could keep the amulet on her person during the stasis. He had commented on how rare and valuable it was...but that was all. For the moment she would leave it on. It seemed that all the beings were quite competent and trained at what they did. They would tell her to remove it if need be.

The Diathim reviewed the code once, twice, three times, before handing the flimsi back. "Thank you. The number has been committed to memory." To prove it, Orison knelt and opened the locker. She put her bound copy of Song of Stars inside first. She wondered what the tome would say to her when she would next open its cover, how different the same words would be in light of how far they had come. Perhaps they would be full of new meaning, perhaps they would be worthless and irrelevant. Or perhaps they would reflect the order of the heavens, and order that would become clearer where Orison would awake.

As she disrobed, storing each garment with care in her locker, Orison felt nothing unusual. There was only the odd novelty of the whole proceedings. Everything was new and strange and the feelings were mixed into mush together. The truth was that Orison despite her outward calmness experienced an impatience to be on with things. This was the start of an adventure and there was nothing so terrible as to still be at the starting line and not yet onto exciting things and places undreamed. With her silken garments in place, Orison looked to Xanten.

"Do I just step inside?" she asked.

Tag: Sinrebirth

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OOC

To say life had been crazy recently had been an understatement. There was good news and bad. Good news: things had been whittled down to one of the aforementioned two women. Bad news: the one was moving an hour away. Other things had happened to, like the long-awaited visit of a friend from Britain. Good news, surely. Bad news: after four days Trieste had realized that he had overcommitted on the subject of allowing said friend to stay with him. Having not even had a roommate for some time, sharing the apartment with another human being (who didn't have a car) was a bit of a shock. In fact, things had been so bad that he'd barely been able to keep things running in Elite League Limmie (thank God the Draft had been completed before his friend's arrival or God knows what would have happened) and was only now getting around to overdue responding to games.

The truth was that he'd seen this message from Sinrebirth some time ago. The initial reaction had been disbelief, but he'd let it roll around in his head. How do you respond to something like that? It was rather curious that it should come shortly before he hosted a friend from Britain--and now he was being asked to go to Britain. That was a very curious coincidence. And what did it say that his current experience wasn't going well about this future one? Obviously the circumstances were quite different.

But the truth was that he only knew Sinre tangentially. It was a curious thing--he hadn't even started as one of the original players of Knights of the Last Republic and probably only had three or four updates in that game. And yet here he was being invited to the UK. Admittedly, an awesome place. And free money.

Why was it that Trieste couldn't get a saying out of his head? Oddly enough it came from Once Upon A Time, which he'd been watching with Doctor Who girl yesterday (in case you were wondering who won out in the end--and by the way David Tennant does make a pretty entertaining Doctor, but Trieste had already known that from a couple episodes friends had shown him at university), "Magic always comes with a price." Thus spoke Rumpelstiltskin, impeccably acted by Robert Carlyle who had once played a Bond villain (well, henchman actually if you asked Trieste, but that was kind of splitting hairs). And somehow this felt too close to magic. It felt like there was a price here, one that he didn't know about yet.

So Trieste sat there and took action through inaction. He didn't respond one way or another to the message. He just waited. Maybe things would become clearer soon. Maybe.

 

ooc: Claire generally liked invitations, yet she remembered some which she would have turned down probably. Oh man, she needed to think about the whole thing and the lottery and she needed . . . coffee.

Coffee and her had a special relationship. Coffee had always been there for her. She had once almost moved in with a guy just because he such an awesome coffee. Yet, the secret of coffee was, that it had many, many secrets and what one culture considered supreme coffee really was nothing but snobish rabbish. Really good coffee was and is hard to come by and it´s like smoke. Once you get closer to it, it slowly begins to vanish. The same was true for the state of perfection in coffee. Freshly roasted, not older than a month since it got reaped.

And there were only two good sources of such coffee as far as she knew and none of the two was available in the UK. None actually was in the British Empire of the Victorian age. One was available in the twon she was living though, the other one in the twon she was born in. Funny. Coffee had basically followed her wherever she went.

Anyway, secrets depended on secrecy and there was no way of telling without loosing certain privileges. So she kept the coffee to herself and thought about Ryans offer once more.

Then she decided it was not a matter of going, but probably more of hiring LordT to join the game, so she could make sure she had proper protection. Hhaha. Real life badasses, they were harder to come by than good coffee.

"Sure." She typed into her computer and imagined a moe cuatious version of herself, which suddenly seemed so very much more realistic to her than she herself was.

Tag: Sinre

 

Tara
Dreams . . .

"So we ask the uestion or the question is asked to us and if we have to ask the question, where do we get the question from? Or in other words, is it a question? As the response and the question seem to be given by you I am not sure if it . . . " She shook her head and felt Tazara inside of herself, laughing. The pain was still there, also she was sure she was not someone who deserved it. Not her, but a part of her probably.

"Oh frek it, could you explain the qhole thing again, point by point, please?" Tara asked. "Because right now there seems to be a question and a lot of unclearity who is asking who and what purpose it serves. And just to add a little insight to your programming, I don´t think we all considered it a lot different to dying to get frozen here, so if you wanna scare us you probably need to do your worst. I would make an educated guess that we all deserve to be here in one form or the other." She put her hands behind her back and laughed. "Or are you a torture machine? If so you need to return. The empire seems to have a serious cost/use problem that might actually make it collapse, if we don´t intervene." She laughed. "So do we get answers or shall we explore this elaborate fantasy first? Because I actually think I might have spotted a few inaccuaricies in it´s display."

She gave the AI a cold smile. They had killed her in a way, no matter what different shade of death this was and after all she had done she had always expected hell was the only ticket she was handed. So here she was. And she was meant to play games. Well, like all players she would try to make the referee´s job not too easy while looking for a smart way to cheat. After all, this felt as if she had time. All the time in the world.

The thing with the appearance made her shiver, though. She looked pretty much as she used to, but she wondered if she would actually change? Physically? A thought frightening her.

Yet, she did not show fear. Instead she looked around to have a good look at the rest of the people who had the bad luck to end up here.

Tag: Sinrebirth, others


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It has been a few weeks since I sat in this particular flat and wrote a post. It still feels like RPing home, if only for the presence of several other people who share my secret second life inside the net. Yet, the invitation and the game seem to become more . . . complicated and I wonder if I should aks if anybody reads it?

Well, little time left. Too much to do. Leaving tonight. Carribean here I come!

I hit the post button and decide to ask Chris for another cup of coffee . . .he is wearing a suit on Sunday, some conference call he took over Skype. Looks sharp, yet totally unfamiliar.

He says "Klar." As he always say things are clear. Clearity. Such a precious good.

Reservations. Sinre send them and she needs to check them first. Yet, some time to go, before this becomes serious.

Tag: Sinre

 

IC: Kad'taab
The Dreaming

Kad'taab allowed himself to be led into the stasis chamber, but the closer his proximity became the more it reviled him. To be put under for so long was repulsive. He could only hope the end result was worth it. The silk garments he had been forced to wear were of little comfort to him. He would rather have gone in naked. The silk was too soft and flimsy, it offered no protection against any sort of weaponry. yet another reason to feel uncomfortable with all of this. there was no opponent, no one to test him. It was simply sleep. Arasuum must be smiling. That thought only sickened Kad'tabb further.

Finally they were all stowed away and the taung could feel his yellow eyes begin to close. He actually felt a moment of panic, would this be the last time before sloth and laziness overtook him forever? No it must not be! He began to fight against the sleep and was rewarded with a stinging sensation through his body. The more he fought, the worse it became until he was nearly screaming in agony.

Screaming, but he heard no words. Screaming but he knew his jaws had not moved. It was screaming, but only in his mind and only the gods could hear him now. The screaming turned from one of pain to one of anger. he would not allow the Sloth god to determine his fate. He would fight, even if only in his mind for the glory of Kad Ha'rangir and for the glory of his clan.

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And suddenly the pain was gone. Kad'taab slowly opened his eyes and was surprised to find that he could do so. Was the trip over already? Had they arrived at their destination? He looked around, expecting to see the interior of the ship but instead found himself in a field. He sniffed at the air, trying to pick up the scent of any prey about but could smell nothing. An after effect of the sleep, or something else?

It was then that he noticed the small human that called himself OBLIQUE. Kad'taab listened to the "man's" explanations and understood what was going on here, at least partially. He looked down at
himself and noticed that he was once again wearing his leather armor, instead of the flimsy silk underthings. It seemed that what this "man" said was true then. It also explained why the shadows and scent of this place seemed...off.

One of the small humans, a female, began speaking. She wasted no time in asking her question...and many more.

"Oh frek it, could you explain the qhole thing again, point by point, please? Because right now there seems to be a question and a lot of unclearity who is asking who and what purpose it serves. And just to add a little insight to your programming, I don´t think we all considered it a lot different to dying to get frozen here, so if you wanna scare us you probably need to do your worst. I would make an educated guess that we all deserve to be here in one form or the other." She put her hands behind her back and laughed. "Or are you a torture machine? If so you need to return. The empire seems to have a serious cost/use problem that might actually make it collapse, if we don´t intervene. So do we get answers or shall we explore this elaborate fantasy first? Because I actually think I might have spotted a few inaccuaricies in it´s display."

Though her laughter during her speech had grated at Kad'taab, her smile caused him to reconsider her. It was the same sort of smile a hunter would give its prey animal before devouring it. Still he snorted in derision at her, none of this mattered to him. If he was to stay "active" in his sleep only one thing mattered. He stepped forward towards OBLIQUE and growled. "Tell me false man. Can we kill here in this false place? Can we be killed?"

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OOC: Wow, a whole hotel just for ourselves? The fun that could be had with an entire hotel and an arsenal of paintball guns dawned on Bardan. Probably not what Sinre has in mind though. He found it odd that his family would have to be sent to different acomedations for the duration of "the games". Games? what games? I thought this was supposed to be a fun meet and greet where we could discuss our characters going forward and what not. What did Sinre have up his sleeve for all this here? whatever it was it should be interesting. Bardan knew he was looking forward to meeting everyone. Well it wouldn't be long now. Time to start getting travel plans finalized and then to start packing.

TAG: ALL

 

IC: Vila
Embarkment Point

The petite woman walked into the pod. There was some hesitation in her step but she held her head high like she had been taught. Vila put on a good show in front of everyone earlier but there was no one here. No one to see her hesitate. She let out a sigh and took the final steps into the pod that would house her for awhile.

"Not to worry, dear, all will be fine. These stasis tubes are 100% reliable when it comes to humans. And then, you'll have a new future to look forward to!"

A new future, right. An unknown future in who knows where for who knows what real purpose. At least with her sacrifice she could go on with the knowledge that her family would be taken care of. Vila put on her brave smile from earlier in the evening and nodded at the attendant. She felt the pod move on its own as it laid her body flat, but she was snug and secure in there so she didn't move at all.

I hope this....her thoughts died out at she was put into stasis.

OOC:
Sey had several good weeks. She'd gone on an adventure to visit an old friend and have a horse weekend watching her friend ride in a horse trial. Her Vitamin D levels seemed to be evening out a bit with the massive dosage she was taking weekly and her attitude was changing for the better. She still had a rough time getting going on mornings where the sun didn't come out, but ovrerall things were getting better. She was starting to get excited about the holidays and had found some new horses to ride. She'd noticed the e-mail from Sinre a few days ago and realized that in her excitement to make sure everything worked out that she may not have sent an e-mail to Sinre telling him she was coming. Surely he knew she was coming, right? He had to know her well enough to know that she would never pass up a chance like this.

Just in case she quickly typed up a message to him.

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Dear Sinre,​

​

Dude! I can't believe this is actually happening! It is, right? You're not pulling my chain? I'll come over there and hurt you if you are! You can't get my hopes up like this and then take it away. So its getting closer right, and this is really happening? I CAN'T WAIT! For years I've wanted one of the hugs you virtually give me to be real and now this amazing thing has happened. At a fairly decent time too. So my brother found out that he has to go to a conference during the week I'm gone, but I think we can still change my mom's flight to get her here a little earlier so she can cover. My sister is law is going a little nuts because she has finals the week following that one, but we can make it work. Dude. I can't even begin to tell you how awesome this is. Any hints you can give me about what we're in for? What clothes do I need to pack? I know I usually act a bit more tomboyish but I'm a girl when I travel and terribly concerned with staying under the weight limit for luggage. Though I guess with a bunch of money it doesn't truly matter...ok now I'm babbling. Erm. Did I mention how excited I was? AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!​

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Huggles,​

Sey​

I wonder if there are any good places to go Christmas shopping in London. Hopefully someone who is there will know.

Tag: Sinrebirth

 

IC: Orison
Dreams

What a gentle sleep. It was warm and cozy. Snuggly even. It was that bliss of knowing you were asleep, that you were safe and relaxed. It was wonderful.

And then it was such a shame that she was awake again. Orison didn't realize it, but she didn't know how she'd gotten to this glad. Then again, this was just part of dreaming. You suddenly were some place without explanation and it made perfect sense. The Diathim in the way of dreams accepted everything around her as a fait accompli. However, she was stirred by the recognition of those around her. Some of these beings were familiar. The non-Humans had been with her. There you go. Once again, Orison didn't think about the fact that one often dreamt about those who were recently on your mind. Instead, she just noted that she was with them, as well as a number of other Humans.

She listened to this Oblique, who told her that she was dreaming. That's odd. I'm dreaming? As she listened, things became a bit clearer. She was only kind of dreaming. This was all a simulation. It wasn't real, but it wasn't sleep either. The things that one found in the galaxy. So interesting.

And now she had to ask a question. Otherwise she would never get her Song of Stars back. Or the amulet. The thought worried Orison immensely. She didn't know where they were going, but she was going to need those things. She didn't know why or for what, but she knew she'd need them. Why would they have been given unto her? But only one question? How could she only ask one question? To ask none was easier than one. What if just thinking this thought was asking her question? She would have now asked several and this Oblique did not seem forgiving of errors. After all, if it had placed her mind into this world, didn't it have access to her mind? That didn't seem very fair though. Orison just hoped that the limitation applied to questions asked in person. She wondered if this computer was very technical. Perhaps carefully worded statements that sounded like questions weren't questions. Then again, maybe that was lying to Oblique. The Oblique? That seemed to fit it better.

"Only one question," Orison murmured to herself, her thoughts spilling a little out into words.

One of the humans asked her question snarkily. And asked three. The Oblique might not like that. Maybe it would only answer one. Maybe it wouldn't even say which one it was going to answer. And then the large non-Human asked his question. And asked two. Well, she was definitely going to find out what happened for exceeding a question allotment.

Orison burst with questions, but she needed to be careful and wait. She didn't know what would be important to ask, not yet. When she knew, she would know to ask. So instead the Diathim looked around. "You know, I've never thought about heaven." Perhaps a surprising thought. After all, she was an angel, wasn't she?

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OOC

Last time he forget to add a song. Apparently Trieste sucked at making his life into a musical. Did this one actually apply? No, but he was listening to it right now thanks to Skyfall so it'd have to do.

Why was it every time that he tried to write this story it seemed like he was just absurdly busy? He had to literally force himself to sit down and write. Perhaps it was because this game involved so much thought. He'd known that going in, but you had to really think about things with this. Was it fun? Yes, but it challenged Trieste.

And now it seemed he had his answer to his gambit of silence. Nonreply would be construed as acceptance. All right then. It seemed that a decision had been made. And there were worse things in the world than going to Britain. So, out of courtesy, a reply was in order.

I'm in.

Tag: Sinrebirth

 

IC: Itolis
Becoming a Dream

Saying nothing more Itolis let the task be done with, he could not release them here then and have allies for later. Instead he would have to sleep alone, and see what would come of waking later. Although, as he settled into the machine with its cramped space suited to just barely fit his hulking form, he had to wonder what smooth Rakatan technology they had stolen and improperly adapted for this task. The fact that they claimed cryo-storage, yet had not administered shots to any of the varied species held in his mind that this had to be more advanced Rakatan design that was being mislabled and altered for these struggling ex-slaves that even in this emulated their old captors.

To be fair though, the Rakata had never used such things upon themselves except in emergencies, and more often used it on slaves and prisoners. Perhaps a small longing for the old ways persisted in these that were left? It was hard to say, especially as he had missed how these became free, and only had heard their own legends of how they managed to become free. Most likely rubish of a history of a broken race left alone that had fashioned something to stand upon when they had nothing left without their masters. Or perhaps there was some truth, but that left a grim fate for his kind to have decayed to the point that such a thing could even happen.

So without word, and no more a thought he felt as the machine, these ex-slaves greatest contraption, sealed him in and began to do it's great working. As it hummed and hissed he let it pass without worry. Dead or alive, this trip might show him something new, and perhaps something yet alive that was shown worthy. As easily as slipping down an oil slicked pyramids slope, he found himself drifting, then falling, and ever faster sliding into an abscess of thought. An abyss of being, where all there was, was all that was not.

It ended. It was over. There was. He Was. And so he found himself with others, three he recognized, and enough that he did not to fill a full pod, specifically pod 1138. Plus one more. There it was, more then the three suns, one being eclipsed, more then the three terrains of existance. He looked upon the man and listened, then in turn he listened to those that where here with him. He already had one of his answers to a question he did not have to ask, this was altered prison pods that they were being stored in. This was a greater Mind Prison, a way to allow the prisoners to remain aware and alert. Obviously altered, limited, and possibly reduced greatly from the original stature of the original device, but still he found himself in a new Mind Prison, with new prisoners to keep him company. Only this one had a potential release date upon their arrival at a mythical land that simpletons could not figure out had already been visited by the Rakata. How else were there ancestors brought someplace else?

Perhaps they would find a mirror of what they just left, and perhaps an advancing program of experimentation would yet see them to a better one, or even to a better race that had caused his own to fade. Whatever it was they would travel while in here, and each with a single boon. For now he would keep his, and use it when he better would be able to do so. The others had voiced questions, of death and of change, whatever the answers, he might not need to use his. All he needed was time alone to try what he had learned in prison to see if it would work here, or the tricks mentioned in the theoretical programers journals he used to read for fun. A few hundred years ago now. Still, the smile on the program at that certain moment made him wonder if it was not a soul that had been trapped forever in the workings of this machine and served the slaves, in the hope of replacing one of them. Time would tell, as would the answers.

TAG: Sinrebirth, Other Dreamers
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OOC:

Finally it was finished! Yippee! Sitting back he sipped his lemon tea as he smiled at the finished product and pumped a solitary fist once into the air. It was done.

It had taken a while, longer then most to write such simple prose that now had come so easily, but with his mother having emergency surgery for a complication this seemed to be less important. Though now back, it had not lost it's luster nor its joy that reading his companion RPers posts or adding his own gave him. Loosening his neck he looked at the airport terminal that he was writing from.

Ok, so he hadn't taken Sinre's suggestion and booked for the 28th, his Mom had needed him and frankly he hadn't been paying attention to the time. So, he had payed extra for being so late, as a friend would say he used to be a virgin before the TSA, and was now in a midway airport point before a long flight above the fruited plane and beyond the pond. Soon he would be in London, and soon he would get to meet this benefactor and feel not too unlike Pip. Dickens, the man knew how to coin a passage and so in this he found him encased in an entire novel instead a usual quote.

Although he had to hope that Alexander Pope did not speak deeply upon his soon to be circumstance, that :But just disease to luxury succeeds, and every death its own avenger breeds. Hopefully disease would find no house within from such a lavish trip. Nodding he ignored the strange looks from others in the terminal, and hearing the boarding call signed off in all the ways that mattered now before powering down to catch his flight.

TAG: Sinre

 

Sinre Approved!

Name: Jax Pohar

Age when placed in Stasis: 40(?)

Species: Human

Description (physical):


Persona: Jax is best described as otherworldly and flighty. He is constantly occupied with something that isn't even there to begin with, and his speech is more like a language game than an actual attempt at conversation. He seems to be exhausted with the concept of life itself.

Personal effects: An earthen cloak, a "nice" hat, and a tabacc pipe (Jax doesn't smoke. He just likes the way it looks.)

Bio: In his own words: "Well, I was a young swoghopper with nary a care in the Xim when my parents kerfluffled off with a lickspit and plunk! Right to the ground with 'em. So I bopped the bopped-da-bop-da-bop round a ways with a string of unusual employs before grokking that I like a play a lute-pipe a round o' tae yekin?

I sits myself in Ntio and rows a galowogg. I get aged like, real toothlong, head's a swim and feet's a corn. Un'l ey grows me a card and says 'In a Past Glow wit ye' and who's a Jax to make? So I bopped the ramalama inta ship an what. Tedious. Tedious."

Five minutes of indecipherable gibbering nonsense followed this screed. As we do not know the precise manner in which this… apparent drifter… came to acquire a lottery ticket, as he appears to be of the correct age, and as he has been deemed harmless despite his various eccentricities, we have decided to honor his placement on the vessel.

Brief Introduction of Yourself: "Ramza," a nom de guerre blatantly stolen from a popular video game, is approaching his mid-20s, feels decades older than that, and has a caffeine addiction that will almost certainly be the death of him. He currently aspires to become a mathematical logician, which is a fancy way of saying a math nerd who won't stop dabbling in philosophy even though they're not wanted there. He assumes he will perish in obscurity and, with any luck, he expects to go stark raving mad before that day comes, as it would be fitting. His long, nonsensical ravings disguised as in-character posts have made him thoroughly unpleasant to play with, which is appropriate as his equally nonsensical personal views have made him unpleasant to talk to.

… Oh, and he moderates on something called a "Jedi Council Boards Roleplaying Forum," whatever that is.

 

IC: Orison
Dreams

Despite the fact that she had noted the presence of other beings before when they asked questions, for the first time Orison truly took in the presence of others here with her in the dream. It was as if a veil had parted from her eyes and suddenly they stood out in bright colors. As if she had just opened a door and the world had gone from grayscale to bright colors after a cyclone. It suddenly hit her that she was not on Iego anymore.

Her other companions were mainly, but not exclusively humans. But these, though she now saw them and took them in, did not call to her. The Stenax…that one did for reasons for that she could not explain. There was much that she could not explain but that seemed to be happening around her. And so she trusted this current of events that led her on.

She walked to the Stenax. She thought she remembered him from before, but in this state of dreams some things were hazy. She couldn’t be sure.

“Hello. I am Orison,” she said, “I would like to know who you are.” She carefully phrased this as a request, not as a question. She didn’t want to use her question. Not yet. Not until the Oblique told her more.

Tag: Mitth_Fisto

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OOC

For some reason Trieste had lain awake last night in an attempt to go to sleep and had thought about this game. He had suddenly felt an urge to post here, again, before the next update. Now, all of a sudden, he needed to interact with someone. And so, oddly enough, he was following his gut as Orison was following her gut.

What this would bring, he didn’t know. But for some reason things had just gotten more interesting…

 

IC: Itolis
Within the Dream

Waiting for the others to talk he shifted his weight slightly as he waited for some answers to be shared among their small group. This in turn only garnered the attention of the other alien that now stepped closer to him to introduce itself. The fact that the semi-luminous being was doing so was a clue to himself that he needed to be more still, slaves were panicky creatures, his experiments had borne that much out, as likely to harm each other as well as the threat. But this one was not a slave race, at least not one that had been during his time prior to a mind prison. Still, such a simple request a name, but if he was not careful a nuance of the answers that intrigued him might be missed.

Raising a single clawed finger he shook it slightly, side to side, to encourage her to wait a moment. "Itolis." he hissed out as a means of passification and to get such things out of way without brushing off a potential future ally. Although the way she had asked left some hope to him that she was an intelligent sort, as for whether a suitible vessel for the two left, well that was for now neither here nor there as it were. Still, that intellegence is what let him leave her as a potential viable ally if things within this mind prison did not proceed cordially.

TAG: Sinrebirth, Trieste
OOC:

It was rather a shock when another post came to tag him, to say the least it was like the cold blast of a harsh nor-easterner. Still such a thing was quickly gotten over as he thought and pondered a respectible response. Not much came, for the moment his system was on rails, a waiting, a needing a knowing. Now if only he knew he faired well on those last minute pre-trip and during trip finals, or that something of value for progress in the summer news came would be splendid. As for now though, it seemed like as good as anytime to search out where in relation that SW shop that UK had in London as any. Hopefully it would still be open.

 

OOC: Well shab, it was fun while it lasted. Thanks for letting me be a part of this experiance, never thought I would be playing as myself in an RP.

 

OOC: Shab indeed. Shab.

Best wishes Sinre.

 

Ramza
An Office in a Math Department

So Sinre had actually decided to bring his game back, even though it had been previously written off as dead. Ramza was accustomed to the whims of DRL making it possible for that kind of thing to happen - indeed, it had happened to him - so he took it in stride, and, as there was no one coming to his office hours, he sat down to write an in-character reply.

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Ramza
An Office in a Math Department

Ramza was taking a look at his PMs while listening to Manfred Mann's Earth Band's cover of a certain Springsteen song, dangerously low on coffee. Apparently Sinrebirth's offer was still on the table, despite some initial confusion about it being cancelled.

The mod gave his schedule a once over - fortunately, February 16th was free, as he did not intend to hold the west coast for ransom until the 18th. So he quickly pounded out a reply:

Sure, that works, see you then.

Overly verbose PMs were not his shtick, y'see. Making a note of the event on his calendar, he went back to work.

TAG: @Sinrebirth

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Ramza gave the reply a once over, furrowed his brow, and turned to his officemate. "So I'm writing a post about myself writing a post as myself. Too meta?"

"Not meta enough," his officemate replied.

Ramza contemplated this, furrowed his brow some more, and hit post reply.

Except he hadn't actually hit post reply because he was still typing this reply which contained his in-character reply as himself.

It occurred to him that a certain amount of paradox would occur if he actually did hit post reply because he would have ceased to be describing his actual actions, thereby consigning this version of himself to a sort of fiction on top of another sort of fiction, to say nothing of the fact that he actually was listening to Manfred Mann at the moment because of linking it earlier in the reply within a reply.

Then he realized he had model theory that wasn't going to read itself, and consigned himself to overly complicating the matter.

 

IC: Mitth_Fisto

Stumbling upon a happening and noticing that not one but two tag attempts somehow were never noticed brought the poster up short. Surely one of two should of gottent through. Still the lure of wealth and the possibilities of a character dashed upon the rocks of DRL of another brings the thought of turning away up short. Not to mention that he still is curious where the story was heading in VR of his character.

Pulling up a reply he simply sat there for a moment and then closed it not to return for a week. Though now that time has passed he feels guilty but still, the lure had not been retracted, and so he tentavily dipped his hands into the mental well that would drip his words through tapping fingers of a possibility that may or may not be. Although the previous trip still weighed on him, as did the words oft quoted laboriously 'fool once. . .' yet he would not strike such words so thoughtlessly across this email. No instead a simple statement of hope.

I hear and am willing, although you should know my time is limited and responses delayed.

Tapping send he sat in repose, until once more the ticking clock imposed upon his repose the need to set once more to other things.

TAG: Sinrebirth Bardan_Jusik s65horsey Trieste HanSolo29 spycoder9 SirakRomar