snowblindrpg | [log] Hey man, wanna buy some soap? [closed?]

[Since he had a destination in mind, Charles wasted no time in getting here. Through the bullshit ice tunnel thing, and then back to this single, cramped little room. He's already spent the night here once, so at least it's familiar territory, but he still doesn't like how small it is. Doesn't like the idea of possibly getting stuck in a single fucking room again.

Maybe as a distraction, maybe as a way to not be so alone, he's currently trolling the network. Kunsel's group found a new area, so that's cool. A bunch of new people showed up, so that sucks. In between harassing some dude in armor and talking to Jim, Charles is still reading through all those crazy-ass links in Stephanie's guide, making notes to himself. Keeping busy.

It's semi close to lockdown, so he's not expecting anyone else to show up. Even so, he's dragged the mattress into a corner of the room, then wedged himself upright where he can see the door. One arm is draped over his bag, the other one's holding the tablet, and his hatchet is across his knees.

Too bad he isn't exactly paying attention.]

Edited 2016-07-18 08:17 (UTC)

[ sorry, bro, your happy alone time is about to go down the toilet. the door creaks open not long after, and a head pokes in. he scans the room, squinting when he spots Charles. well, whatever. he sighs, stepping inside and closing the door behind him.

great. looks like he has a roommate tonight.

he crosses the room and plunks his bag down in the opposite corner before turning back to Charles. ]

Who're you?

[ there's an obvious lack of interest in his tone, but he's asking anyway. ]

[When he hears the door open, Charles drops the tablet into his lap and puts a hand on the hatchet. At first he thinks the guy peeking in is leaning down really far, but then he walks in and- nope, he's actually just that short.

Charles watches him a little warily, but he doesn't seem to be trying anything, so there's that. He'll play nice for now.

ish.]

Wow, rude. People usually introduce themselves first, don't they?

Who're you?

[ he rolls his eyes. awesome. sounds like he's got a fun evening in store for him. he woke up in a morgue and spent the rest of the day traversing the same, vast frozen hellscape that had somehow killed him a couple of months ago. you know, presumably, because he can't remember it happening. at all. he's only pretty sure it was exposure that did him in—maybe someone killed him for his hoard of cleaning products. they were gone when he woke up, after all. it's totally possible.

all of these things probably have something to do with the especially pissy mood he's in tonight. he plops down against the opposite wall and starts digging around in his backpack. fine, he'll go first. ]

Levi.

[ so nice to meet you, stranger. ]

Edited 2016-07-21 02:25 (UTC)

Levi. Well. That's a... shockingly normal name? For this place, anyway.

[He's seen some names on the network today that he can't even pronounce. He doesn't quite remember this one, but if he's being honest, he mostly skimmed the introductions.]

I'm Charles. You new here? Don't think I've seen you around before. You know, [he makes a wavey hand motion over the tablet,] around. Unless you've got one of those weird usernames. Or you just don't talk much.

[A problem Charles is not having tonight, apparently.]

Not new, but I spent the last two months dead. That might have something to do with it.

[ casually, as he pulls out one of his newbie (sort of) rations. he's kinda over it at this point. ]

[... Huh. Okay.]

People can stay dead for two whole months? Jesus.

Does that mean everyone comes back eventually, or just that you never know?

[He's mostly thinking out loud, but he'll accept suggestions.]

They can here.

[ who's Jesus? don't worry, he doesn't care enough to ask. ]

But no, it doesn't mean anything. I got lucky, if you can call it that. Plenty of people don't come back.

So it's fucking random. [Not a question, exactly. More like exasperation. He's not sure if that's the appropriate response, but who cares.]

Great. Congrats, I guess? You remember being dead, or what?

[That is also probably not the appropriate response.]

As far as I know. And no, I don't even remember dying.

[ clipped and irritated. more irritated, anyway. ]

You'd think I'd remember freezing to death, if that's even what happened.

[He shrugs.]

I don't know. I haven't asked Charlie yet if he remembers. [Wait, does anyone else even know that Charlie died yet? Whatever, he's alive already again, so.] Isn't freezing to death supposed to be like, sleeping or something?

Anyway, what was up before that? I haven't been here two months, but I've read a lot. I can get you up to speed on what's gone down.

The hell if I know.

[ the cold wasn't something he was especially worried about killing him back home. plenty of other things were much more likely. ]

Before that I was just traveling around with some people. Nothing unusual really happened beyond being here in the first place.

Well, unusual shit happens now. Like people getting kidnapped underground for shitty trivia and puzzles, and all of us almost dying from radiation poisoning. There's creepy ghosts running around everywhere. Let's see, what else? Lots of shit I wasn't here for.

[It's a rhetorical 'what else'; he seems to be thinking.]

Underground?

[ how about no?? ]

What's underground?

Hell if I know. I mean, shit. It looked like some kinda rooms? With like mazes. But then after the whole trials and shit were over, it looked like... I don't even know. Just a jumble of machine parts with a bigass monster in it. And nobody can remember how they got down there or back.

[He finishes with a shrug.]

If I had to guess, I'd say what's down there is the system that's running the town.

[ well, that sounds pleasant. he sets his ration aside for the moment; not that he isn't hungry, but this conversation got interesting.

it was probably the "bigass monster" part that did it. ]

What kind of monster?

[Oops, he didn't actually want to talk about this. God damn it.]

Uh. I'm not- It was some kind of mass of limbs and shit. Like it was made out of a bunch of people. [He swallows.] But that's only- It didn't look like that at first. At first it looked like- [my sister] like regular people.

[ whaaaat the fuck. that's messed up even by his standards, man. ]

So it can disguise itself?

It only lasted for a second. And it was kinda like, laid over it? Like flickering. Doesn't show up in the videos of it anymore.

[He thinks for a second.] I don't think it was doing it on purpose.

[ ...well, then. he narrows his eyes, trying to process all this. must there be weird-ass monsters everywhere he goes?

he'll need to pass all of this on to someone smarter. ]

And no one knows how to get down there? Convenient. [ hard to kill it that way, but then again, he's not exactly equipped for fighting monsters right now. ] Did it hurt or kill anyone?

Yeah, and hopefully that means it can't get up here, either.

[About that second part...] It kind of... melted one of the elf dudes.

[ he hopes it at least has the decency to wait until he finds a knife or something before it finds its way aboveground. unless it's subject to the same bullshit rules as the anomalies, which would mean he can't do anything...

...wait, what did Charles just say? ]

Melted?

[ he's not really that surprised, but he is disgusted. holy shit. poor elf dude... ]

Yeah like... he dissolved when he touched it. Just, down to bones. And then the monster kind of absorbed those.

[Oops that's nasty. But he asked.]

[ what in the fucking fuck this guy's seen some shit, too. obviously.

he glances briefly back at the food he'd been planning on eating. he'd never waste food, but he's... gonna give it a few more minutes. something about eating directly after hearing an account of someone who melted seems kind of messed up.

unfortunately, that doesn't mean he's going to stop talking about it. sorry, friend. ]

So it's like the anomalies in that we can't do shit to it? Was he using a weapon or did he touch it directly?

I don't think anyone had a weapon. Or at least no one tried to use one. They all just ran. I guess Haurchefant was acting as a decoy. He didn't attack it, but he got cornered, and it touched him.

My guess is it's probably some kind of super anomaly or something. 'Course I don't remember all of this super clearly since I was like dying or whatever at the time. You missed radiation sickness too, did I mention that? I think I did. Anyway some of this is what I pieced together afterwards.

[ it's like every time he asks a question, the answer gets worse. maybe he should stop asking questions or something. hmm...

he curses under his breath. he doesn't know who Haurchefant is, but the "elf dude" has his respect already. he's known way too many people who sacrificed themselves for others or for the mission. at least this one got to come back. ]

Somebody told me about the radiation when I first came back. It'd be nice if there was something we could do to prevent that from happening again.

[ ...that and the whole... melting thing. let's not do that again, either. ]

You mean like radiation shielding? [Charles hadn't thought of that. Huh.] I mean we'd have to all hole up inside a lead bunker or something, and all our food is probably tainted already, so I'm not sure how viable that is.

... Unless you meant keep us from getting sick again. Apparently that was just because there wasn't enough power. Not sure how to fix that one. Which I guess is why we're sticking to "it'd be nice".

[ ...sure, yeah, a lead bunker. that's... definitely what he meant.

no, he had no idea that was a thing. but it's obviously not an option anyway, so for once his ignorance isn't really a hindrance. plus, can you imagine everyone stuck in the same building together? eesh. ]

Seems like the more people who get dragged here the more likely it would be to get overloaded and fail again. Though with the amount of death, maybe it evens out.

[ he likes to look on the bright side, you see. ]

[Wow, Levi. That sure is some perspective. Not that Charles can't see the merits in it.]

I'm not sure if it got overloaded or if it's just old. Who the hell knows how long this thing's been running without maintenance? Which is what everybody who got dragged downstairs apparently did: maintenance. So in theory it won't keel over and murder us all now, but. [He shrugs.] We have computers and shit in my world, but nothing even close to this, as far as I know. So hell if I know how it all works.

[ he's good at perspective. especially when it's shitty and no one asked for it.

in any case, he's finally going to go for his food now. speaking of shitty... at least he's already used to this. ]

Yeah, well, maybe it'd get maintenance more often if there wasn't a fucking monster down there. Knowing how to get there might help, too.

[ has anyone tried just digging?? ]

Yeah that's the part I don't get. [He goes back to half-heartedly flipping through things on his tablet.] If they wanted us to figure this shit out, if they wanted us to succeed, why don't they fucking help us?

[ he shrugs and shakes his head. who the fuck knows. ]

No idea. Someone has to have asked that by now, though.

And probably gotten nothing for an answer. [His turn to shrug.] The people in charge here are cagey as hell.

I haven't had the chance to talk to any of them yet.

[ fortunately for them. ]

Yeah, they only speak up from time to time. Keep an eye on the network, I guess. [Shrugs forever.]

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