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Post by frozenlake on Mar 22, 2016 5:35:00 GMT -8
"...Why am I wearing this."
FLord gestures to himself, which appears to be a suit based upon... Dersite PJs.
"Like, purple is an alright color, but this is pushing it."
A shift occurs, changing the purple suit into a black, keeping the same designs... with purple highlights.
"...This works."
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 22, 2016 5:37:36 GMT -8
"I don't know. I mean, I'm wearing this Prospitian Army Service Uniform and I wasn't even in the Prospitian Army.. I guess Patrick never saw the real me in a suit, so I just ended up mentally borrowing a suit from his wardrobe."
The Figment shrugs.
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Post by frozenlake on Mar 22, 2016 5:41:56 GMT -8
"Yeah, but I never wore anything like that. If anything, it had been a Dersite color swap of what my... alternate wore. During that ball. Huh."
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 22, 2016 5:44:25 GMT -8
"Dream logic man. Don't question it, you'll be better off."
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Post by frozenlake on Mar 22, 2016 7:44:16 GMT -8
"...I don't know about you, but I expected faster than light travel to be... bumpier. Then again, its probably good that it isn't."
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 22, 2016 7:54:34 GMT -8
"I'm not even sure we've been moving. We wouldn't know though, the micro-bubble in here sets it's own rules and physics, unhindered by it's physical orientation or movement."
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Post by frozenlake on Mar 22, 2016 8:20:49 GMT -8
"Maybe if I put my ear against the door..."
FLord walks over to the door... to do exactly just that. Assuming the door is still there.
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 22, 2016 8:31:59 GMT -8
"-the door, mate?" is what he hears from outside.
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Post by Sprityo on Mar 22, 2016 8:36:33 GMT -8
Remose may or may not have smacked FLord in the face, he didn't open the door extremely fast, but it opens inwards of course.
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Post by metreu on Mar 22, 2016 8:43:00 GMT -8
A woman in a white dress and black cowl wanders the ball room. Her face is covered with a blue fan she is holding with star designs on it...
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 22, 2016 8:47:22 GMT -8
The Heir of Hope walks into the bubble, his outfit automatically switching into that of the White King's.
"Well, this is a very nice looking ballroom, but we don't have time to admire it."
He looked around the auditorium, quickly finding Thoren and walking over to him.
"Do you know where the infirmary is?"
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Post by metreu on Mar 22, 2016 9:43:45 GMT -8
The woman in white passes by RN and gives a gentle caress to BB's head as she passes. She heads towards a flight of stares and disappears into the stairwell. She later appears on a balcony above, looking down at those who've gathered.
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Post by Sprityo on Mar 22, 2016 9:53:07 GMT -8
"Hmph, she just ignored you completely." Remose chuckled slightly
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Post by powerkitten on Mar 22, 2016 10:13:42 GMT -8
"Well it's obvious he doesn't know."
RN walked over to a vacant corner of the room before willing a hospital bed into being against the wall. He quietly placed the man on it.
"I'll leave you to your work."
He proceeded to walk towards the Alpha Seth, or who he thinks is the Alpha.
"..Do you still have The Key?"
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Post by lunarLunatic on Mar 22, 2016 12:39:45 GMT -8
Ribbon and the girl with horns turn around and see that the theater has now become something a lot more...grander. They both let out an excited noise, but realize they just did so and started to make it look like that didn't happen...Or at least the horned girl did. "Ahaha...That's not our doing, is it?" " I don't think so! We haven't even touched anything! But whoever did this has some pretty fine taste in architecture!!" They were both tempted to go inside, but decide not to, as they feel like the situation inside might still be tense...
By the change of scenery, most of the wispy souls have probably turned back to their usual selves, wearing a variety of different fanciful dresses, a few seem to be wearing suits as well. A whole bunch of the Kats seem to be conglomerating at the door, as if to try and block passage to Raine in case she does try to bolt out and Cease to Be. All of them are in awe of the setting, though. Ophelia notably is wearing the gown she wore in the Prospit ball, albeit it's now the usual purple. " ...So she's Beatrice huh...kind of makes my dress kinda moot here in this context." she mutters to herself. Noelle, in a winter-inspired gown and still holding poor Shade who is now wearing an even cuter bow tie, replies in a whisper, " Let's just hope this doesn't end up going the seacats direction..." Raine, flabbergasted by the change in scenery and the overall situation she's in, literally nobody wanting her to do what she wants to do...just...sits there and sobs. " Everything's in ruins because of me, and yet...and yet..." she looks at both Seth and Thoren. " Do you really think all this is worth getting me back!? Me, who's caused nothing but trouble! Me, who almost killed off the entire fucking party out of something everyone thinks is trivial! Who has done absolutely nothing good in her entire, worthless and pathetic life!" Zwei, who is now in something fitting, yet not quite, has just recovered from the punch...Aside from the small bruise and a nosebleed. " Y...You're one of our pillars of hope...You can't just give in..." Raine couldn't help but snap at her once more. " Your 'pillar of hope' is a piece of shit!! You're all blind! All of you!!" Even the Odd Girl can't help but stay silent. She knows she's dealt with a lot of versions of herself...but none of them were alive...and usually the process was slow and gentle. Right now they're dealing with someone who is alive, and is on the verge of doing something they'll end up regretting forever, that's if they even end up as a ghost, who has probably been afflicted with the same plague Zwei has...or had (it's hard to determine now). There was no time to make things for her, and with the Dream gone, no resources to help with. Seth and his dreamspace may try to help, but who knows if and how it's going to... |
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