Post by VengefulEternity on Oct 21, 2015 12:53:21 GMT -8
Elsey takes said page. She's completely confused by what's written here.
WD: ...The fuck? WD: ...Wait, the hell, he's been dead for ages, why is this a thing? WD: Wait, weird time-space bull. Right. I haven't been paying attention lately. WD: Still, this is what she's been doing for who knows how long? WD: Poor girl must be exhausted. Remind me to bake cookies for her when she returns. WD: Actually, no. I'll just write it down. WD: Just don't go blabbing about this to everyone or do Charles™ Things for a few days.
She observes as he invades what's left of Niki's privacy by going on the computer. She can always boot him out if he tries anything.
The monitor flickers on immediately. It appears this computer uses Windows 7 (and judging from the icon in the corner, there is the unclaimed possibility of "upgrading" it to Windows 10) There are two things open: a thing called "bladibla.exe", and an instance of Notepad++.
Post by frozenlake on Oct 22, 2015 13:24:01 GMT -8
Charles shrugs, and turns off the monitor to conserve power in the household: he leaves the computer on, though, since he doesn't know what would happen if was turned off. It should probably last until then. He pulls out a notepad, and writes down a quick message, before ripping the page off and taping it to the monitor.
"Hey, came around after I saw that something about my death was in one of the maps of the rpg maker "game". Also you should really reconsider your judgement in people, just saying. Elsey told me what happened with this timeline's version of me, after all. Also, we need to talk about some shit that went down at the beach when you return from the dead.
PS: Could you maybe give us a little warning in advance next time? I swear the village already is in spider filled shambles."
Post by flightlessicarus on Oct 25, 2015 23:05:29 GMT -8
Day 4 The town is still at a standstill. It almost seems like time itself has halted... but of course it hasn't. The leaves are still falling from the cherry trees, most of them bare betwixt still fully-flocked purple trees. The townsfolk await the 24th, when presumably something will die and something new will happen. It is still not known what that something will be. A peculiar prospitian mail-lady is pedaling a mailcart, pulling a small wooden trailer with a wooden crate in it. It's unknown how she even found this town in the middle of the forest, but few things ever stop the mail.
She hops off of the mailcart, pulling out a clipboard and a map.
perilous mailer: hmmmm... I'm at the correct spot.... where is the drop-off place around here though.... perilous mailer: and for that matter, WHERE IS THIS TOWN'S POST OFFICE?
She stamps her feet in the middle of the road, frustrated with the sheer lack of logistical infrastructure.
Post by flightlessicarus on Oct 31, 2015 7:10:59 GMT -8
October 31st 2015 A young man appears in his room. He looks around a little, and then walks to the window, peering out at the surrounding foliage. He then feels his horns on top of his head, rubbing one of them slightly. They seem to be still as accurate and sensitive as ever, but there seems to be something missing. He now knows what that feeling was, and in taking inventory of the situation, breathes a sigh of relief. The ordeal is done. He is finally awake, and he is free of all the shit that his fucked-up coma-adventure entailed.
Post by flightlessicarus on Nov 2, 2015 14:22:47 GMT -8
Seth walked out of his treehouse and took a whiff of fresh air. The scent of autumn decay. He lifted slightly off the ground and descended from the front porch to the forest floor below, in a slow controlled manner. How long had it been since he's been able to lift off? Seth touched down and took in his surroundings. fairly average-sized trees with full crowns of purple leaves dominated the forest, with a few bare cherry trees and some oddly burnt trees in between. Much of the smaller plants here and there had already shriveled up or had gone dormant for the colder season. A thin, straight, gravel path extended straight towards town. He remembered back to the incident that prompted it, and then remembered Ben. He would have to let him know that he had recovered by now. He's likely either worried sick, or trying to track him down. The best place to look first would be in town. Maybe he would be able to find out more about what's going on.
Seth walked along the gravel path. His legs were still a little cramped, but not too much. While walking forwards, he took inventory of any other possible conditions and such. As expected, he felt quite a bit physically weaker than he remembered. Thankfully, it seemed his temporal abilities were about the same, if not slightly stronger. It must have been from passively using them every day to keep track of the time, as well as using them to create a crude day-night cycle within his dream.
Eventually, Seth arrived in Charcherry town. A prospitian mail-lady sleeps on top of a wooden box in a cart with a plain pillow and blanket in the middle of town.
Seth looks around, the changes from the rift are still somewhat new to him, but they are at least vaguely recognizable. Not much has changed in the past few months it seems.
Post by powerkitten on Nov 2, 2015 14:39:49 GMT -8
Katyleen woke up back in the "real" world. Struggling, she manages to crawl her way out of the sand she had become entombed in. She proceed to hop in the Space Hot Rod and take the hour long drive back to Charcherry town. Landing behind a building, she tried to sneak up on Seth... but proceed to fall on her face. She probably shouldn't have slept for so long... or was it that she shouldn't have gotten up?