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(504s and then a busy day)
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"It is familiar, but I saw it burned to the ground and there are bad memories with it. I would prefer my cave. No one mistreated me there." Eria stare at the figure "So then, Why am I here? You must have a reason since no one would want me around otherwise."
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Standard, dojo

[Xantalos]

NAME: ALAN RICKTERSVINKSONTERNIKBIK
GENDER: MALE
AGE: 34 AND PROUD
APPEARANCE: HE'S A CHUBBY GUY WITH STRAWBERRY BLONDE HAIR, A VERY SCRAGGLY BEARD, AND THREE PAIRS OF SUNGLASSES. HE'S WEARING A TRENCH COAT, OVERALLS, AND A PATCHWORK T-SHIRT MADE UP OF MULTIPLE OTHER T-SHIRTS. HE SMELLS VERY BAD.
POWER: THIS MAGNIFICENT MAN CAN FIRE A STREAM OF ANY HOUSEHOLD APPLIANCES THAT HE CONCENTRATES ON OUT OF HIS HANDS, AS WELL AS KNOWING HOW TO USE THOSE ITEMS FOR JUST ABOUT ANY PURPOSE.
HOW HE GOT THIS POWER: HE SOMEHOW GOT STUCK IN A DVD STORE FILLED WITH ONLY SELF HELP DVDS FOR 7 YEARS. BY THE TIME HE GOT OUT, HE'D WATCHED SO MANY HE HAD SUPERPOWERS SOMEHOW.
UNFORTUNATELY, HE IS VERY UNFIT. TO PUT IT BLUNTLY, HE'S FAT AND LAZY AND ARROGANT. ALSO A MANCHILD WHO OCCASIONALLY EMOTIONALLY BREAKS DOWN AND STARTS CRYING FOR NO REASON AT ALL. HE EASES HIS TEARS WITH ICE CREAM, EXACERBATING HIS FATNESS IN THE PROCESS.

[Harry Baldman]

Focus. Consider birds. And trees. And rivers. And birdrivers and treebirds, possibly even a treeriver of some kind, filled with rivertrees and riverbirds.

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Hahaha, of course a name doesn't describe you well! That's not what names are for! Names are nothing more than a reference. a pointer. A communication tool, letting one being inform another being of which being they're referring too. A name has no meaning in of itself, the real meaning in it is generated by the entity being referenced, not by the speaker."

"A rose by any other name would smell just as sweetly, you know. Also, who are you talking to?"

[Parisbre56]

For those of you wondering, GreatWyrmGold, DarkArtemisFowl, Harry Baldman and Fniff have their characters in the Staging Area. The rest are in their personal areas. Perhaps I should had made that clearer. Check the part of the post labeled The Staging Area.

@Xantalos: I like your character. Also, "Caps lock is your key to victory!" Will process your character later, but you can consider yourself in. Vote on gametype if you want. EDIT: Oh, and congrats for the job.

Busy now, turn later.

[Toaster]

((Damn you 504))

John looks around.  "Who are you?  Where am I?  What do you mean, 'human'?"

Await response.  If no response, check that rock slab.

[Xantalos]

((Hmm.
Uh.
I dunno honestly.
Thanks though!))

[Fniff]

Jordan didn't have the patience for wonderful things. Sure, imagining stuff into existence would be fun for anyone who wasn't Jordan, but really it just seemed like a waste of effort compared to just giving him what he needed, which this was an obviously convulted excuse for. And when was he getting paid, precisely? He was already having doubts that this job was for him. All he needed now was someone trying to kill him or mindwipe him when he quit. He didn't go for those kind of jobs, so he noted specifically in his contract that he didn't accept a "bullet to the head pension plan". He sighed again, and then finally thought of something he could use right now.
Think of a display case of guns. Take them out and examine them to make sure they're in working order, and properly made just to make sure this imagination creation thing wasn't skimping out.

[Parisbre56]

Okay then, looks like we're going with Assault. Now's your chance to suggest some element you would like to see in the mission.

Like I said last turn, I put this feature in so that characters with powers that require certain things to work could get a chance to make sure those things are in the next mission.

So if there's something you would like to specify about the next mission, say so now. Simple suggestions like Steampunk, Futuristic, Underwater, Stealth, City, Pirates, what you'd prefer the objective to be, etc. Don't write me an entire mission description.

I'm pushing you all into the Staging Area next turn so that we can begin the mission.
Irene

"Hahaha, of course a name doesn't describe you well! That's not what names are for! Names are nothing more than a reference. a pointer. A communication tool, letting one being inform another being of which being they're referring too. A name has no meaning in of itself, the real meaning in it is generated by the entity being referenced, not by the speaker. I agree, normal names are nothing compared to True Names, but when you're limited to a single physical organism a normal name really is all you can handle."
Continue to advance to where I'm hearing Stellar from.
"besides, there's value in naming. It emphasizes individuality, and fosters free will. By giving someone a name of their own, something to make them unique, you let them know that they're important, that what they do matters, that they cannot be truly replaced. It helps individuals stay individual, reinforcing the basic foundation of free will itself."
stop and close my eyes for a few moments.
"Please, you've asked me to trust you so very much, could you trust me a little too? I know I've got some bad news ahead of me, but...
Please? I'm scared, and I want a friend."
open my eyes again and look around.

((Well, you're near the edge of the Lake and the avatar the entity has chosen is standing there above the water, so I'm going to assume you just moved right at the edge for the sake of not delaying your action. Hope you don't mind.))

The water-lady in front of you looks up in surprise at your laughing. Well, as surprised as a faceless humanoid made of water can look.
She watches you intently as you continue speaking and approaching.
A few moments of silence pass after you finish speaking.
"Trust... is a hard thing for us to give, especially here. Even among friends."
She hesitantly raises her arm to touch your cheek.
"But you have nothing to worry about. You will have my friendship. For as long as you need it."
Strangely, her hand doesn't feel wet and cold but soft like flesh and warm, almost hot.
"Just do your best and I promise I will get you out of here. I will find you a new home."
She lowers her hand, a ripple extending from her face to the rest of her body.
"We can talk more later. Now you must go. Don't worry, you won't see me but I'll be with you."
Eria

"It is familiar, but I saw it burned to the ground and there are bad memories with it. I would prefer my cave. No one mistreated me there." Eria stare at the figure "So then, Why am I here? You must have a reason since no one would want me around otherwise."

"You underestimate yourself." As she speaks the tent around you changes into a cave. "You will be very useful. Now, step outside, the others are waiting." She uses a burst of green sparks to highlight a leather flap covering a hole in the rock wall.
John Lancaster

John looks around.  "Who are you?  Where am I?  What do you mean, 'human'?"
Await response.  If no response, check that rock slab.

"Personal identification already provided refine query."
"Location designation Staging Area personal subsection."
"Human appellation based on biological data."
"Human final warning proceed outside for briefing."

While you were talking, a man stepped out of the glowing rock slab. And then the dark void turned into some strange treeriverbird nightmare right out of a surrealist painting. Well, that's a thing.
ALAN RICKTERSVINKSONTERNIKBIK

<Character>

You wake up.

You're flying through a dark void filled with all manners of ice cream and appliances, melting together and reforming, dark tentacles taking pieces of the scenery and rearranging it. You're approaching a large purple ring.
"The chubby one
has finely come
He is delayed
and kinda crazed
but I don't care 'cause that's my kind of style.
Now you will fight
for our delight
but first you'll meet
the other fresh meat
and you'll hear the other speak and learn your plight." you hear a deep, grating voice reciting giddily.
The voice breaks down into a laugh that reminds you of a hyena.

((Just throwing you to the Staging Area and introducing you to your entity, since we'll begin the briefing next turn anyway.))
The Staging Area: Angel Carlson, Ike Watkins, Zechariah Dimikaelo, Jordan Svenson
A purple ring appears in the circle of portals.

Angel concentrates on making the void a light void, instead. Then she tries to imagine another her, and finally a portal to some other world.

Angel manages to change the dark void into a gray void. Eh, close enough. She also manages to summon a copy of her, but it looks more like a statue or mannequin, just standing there, unmoving except for breathing, a mocking grin stuck in her face. The attempt at the portal just brings the spiral slide closer.
"Hmmm... A child. Powerful. Inquisitive. Corrupted. Interesting. Although I would prefer it if we didn't have any children here."
"Come oon. She will be fun! I want to have someone to play with. And the rules allow it!"
*sigh* "Whatever. _Abomination. Anyway, no summoning sentient copies. You can give her simple commands to obey, but that's it."

Focus. Consider birds. And trees. And rivers. And birdrivers and treebirds, possibly even a treeriver of some kind, filled with rivertrees and riverbirds.

The gray void above, below and besides you fills with strange things. Trees with feathers instead of leaves and beaks instead of fruit. Streams made of trees melting and changing shape. Birds with wings that end in white branches instead of feathers, migrating in large streams, like rivers. And in the center of it all, a huge roaring river floating above you, filled with all manners and combinations of trees and birds, melting, reforming and constantly changing state and shape.
"Wow mate, he told you to make yourself comfortable, not turn this into some kind of... I don't even know WHAT this is."
*sigh* "Whatever happened to good old fashioned cafeterias and pizzerias?  Or at least a nice ominous dark chamber."
"He's probably just testing the limits of this place."
"Or he is simply very unfocused."
"Either way my silver friend
I'd like to say this twisted fiend
really admires his style."

((I'm now considering rolling for sanity damage.))

Think of a display case of guns. Take them out and examine them to make sure they're in working order, and properly made just to make sure this imagination creation thing wasn't skimping out.

A display case with all manners of guns, from muskets to modern guns appears in front of you, growing out of the back of a treebird that is currently using its beak to clear its leafs. You pick up a scoped M4 carbine and check the magazine. Loaded. You put the magazine back in and run your action to put a round in the chamber.
"That's my man. Good to see you have the right priorities."
"I think he just wants to hunt. It IS treebird season after all."

[GreatWyrmGold]

"Aw..." Angel thinks.
"I'll call you Nimue. Nimue, watch me and remember the kind of stuff I do."
Angel starts going to the other people and hugging them.

((I'd like to see NPCs playing a variety of potentially important roles.))

[DarkArtemisFowl]

Imagine a world like... like Haextov's world. A future version of Earth, lush with trees and vegetation. Set in the mountains, with a waterfall and a basin area, stone and wooden buildings covering the entire area...

And suddenly I am hugged by Angel.

"Why... thank you, um.. what's your name?"

((An objective, an objective... The Crystal.  Contained in the metaphorical "heart" of whatever challenges we face. ))

((Seriously, I'm out of ideas here. I was really hoping for Arena, but this is all I could manifest. Please do add more if you could.))

[Xantalos]

Ooh, ice cream!

Turn around and fire a stream of toothbrushes in the opposite direction of the ice cream. This should propel me towards it.

The players all wake up Hangover-style - the place around them is completely messed up and they have no idea where they are.

[GreatWyrmGold]

"My name's Angel! What's yours?"

[DarkArtemisFowl]

"Hi, Angel. My name is Zechariah. But you can call me Ziah."[color]

[Lenglon]

((I do not mind at all, thank you.))
"I... I guess I'll get going then. um, thank you, I... Thank you."
Return to the mirror and hesitantly step through it, then look around at my new surroundings.
stepping through the mirror into this new place (the staging area) I look around at my surroundings and just kinda wince, quickly looking down and away from the illogical sight
"Um, who's bright idea was this?"
thinking back on what Stellar told me, I silently extend my will and attempt to re-order this place into someplace more

Spoiler: Comfortable and Familiar (click to show/hide)

This moon has a molten core and a thick outer shell. it is too small to retain a breathable atmosphere outside this shell, however inside this barrier, which is mostly intact but contains some cracks and holes, it has a very, very vast cavern network that spans the entire moon interior. this network goes quite deep into the moon itself, and contains a breathable atmosphere and a surprising amount of life.
this cavern network is mostly barren near the outer section, where it is freezing cold and the air is thinner, there is little of the glowing lichen from deeper inside, and it is very dark. the few creatures that live in this area are displaced animals from deeper below, going into this frozen wasteland out of desperation and with nowhere else to go. there is little plant-matter to consume here, only the most hardy of lichens can withstand the intense cold and thin air. the area does contain one large predator of note however, for it is home to a race of Giant Cave Spiders. these creatures act as ambush predators, sitting perfectly still in the darkest of tunnels for long periods of time, waiting for prey to unwittingly walk into their strong webs in the darkness before injecting them with their poison.
as you go deeper into the moon's caverns, it grows warmer and the lichen on the walls often have the faintest of glows to them. making this area into a world of twilight and shadows. here you are more likely to encounter small roaming predators looking for lichen-feeders to prey upon, small cats and suchlike, however there is still a very significant risk of the spiders coming down from above to eat. potential prey have a much better chance of avoiding the spiders in this area. there is some light to see by, and their webs become coated with dirt and the bodies of tiny creatures too small to eat much faster. despite this, the odds of surviving the spiders is still quite low.
going deeper still gets you to a somewhat vibrant area, where the glowing lichen almost universally makes the area visible. this is the home of the primary large herbavores of the moon, a slug-like species that feeds on the lichen coating the walls, celing, and floor. these slug-creatures are highly territorial, and will attack trespassers with a pair of tentacle-like appendices, each of which have a acid nodule near the tip that is used both to loosen the most stubborn of lichen, and to protect itself from predators. these slugs can be found in all areas of the caverns as a result of their terratorial natures, forcing each other to spread out, but they are most prevalent here, relatively deep in the caverns, where the air is thick and gently warm, and the food plentiful. the giant spiders do not like going this deep, they are too easy to spot and the air is too warm for them.
if you continue deeper still, magma pools begin to pockmark the area, and small geysers and hot springs are everywhere. the air is quite hot and humid, and every imaginable surface is absolutely covered in plant life. including some giant fungi that will sometimes extend from the ceiling to the floor, and block some paths. at these deepest depths the most noteworthy creature would have to be the area's multi-tailed red foxes, for their rarity in any of the biomes, even this one, their unusually long lifespan (800-1200 years unless sickness or a larger predator cuts their life short), and the exotic nature of their tails, which seem to split into one additional full-size every fifty years, and are unusually durable for no discernible reason. This is also the section of the moon that we are currently standing in.
this is as deep as most creatures can explore in the caverns, eventually all the tunnels and caves dead end into a magma pool or boiling hot spring. in reality however the tunnel network continues farther down for quite a distance, but is flooded with molten magma, and eventually coeleses into one giant spherical magma pool outside of the true center of the moon's core. these magma tunnels should be devoid of life, and this is mostly true, however there is one noteworthy exception. there is a very long-lived (8000+ years) species of very large (80-120ft long) Wyrm that lives in these magma pools, and are the only sentient life on the moon at this time. they feed off of the warmth and nutrients in the magma itself, and are essentially impervious to damage, having adapted to living in magma itself. These Wyrms only show themselves to sate their curiosity about the world above, and cannot leave their home of molten rock for long, they generally will starve if they stay out beyond three days, and grow weak (relatively) before the end of the second. there are very few of these, only 6 at this time, and consider themselves the moon's guardians. their population is essentially constant, reproducing only to ensure their presence continues, but they arn't threatened by any form of predator or disease in their natural, molten, home.