Moves up with the group while attempting to befriend a pet rock
(I had no idea that I was allowed to participate, I thought I was waitlisted.
Official note that I miscounted, and was waiting for a
9th action.
Sorry, friend.
Summon a creature to act as my bodyguard, then head up to room 909.
[2+2] You conjure up an ogre-like creature wielding a club and wearing a large animal skin. "
Maaaaster..." It grumbles dumbly.
Although it has trouble fitting in the door, it crouches a bit and tries again, this time fitting through. You and your ogre-friend head up the stairs until reaching a room with a
green iron door with "909" emblazoned on it and wait for the others.
I try to Climb up to the Room.
You ascend the stairwell til reaching the third floor, and see Tobias and an ogre down the hall in front of a door. You stand beside them and wait for the others.
..Yeuuugh..hmm. Curious. Where am- no, are WE? Well, whoever we are, we'd better start off with some introductions. The name is Arcodo, a Literi in service of the Ademire Academy library. Though, you may not know of the place. This city is..otherworldly. I would not be surprised to find that any of you, too, belong to different worlds.
Begin heading up to that room 909. Keep an eye out for the unusual, even the city itself. Who knows if it could be one big trap? Also, flip through memory for any significance of the number 909.
As you cautiously approach the glass door labeled 'PUSH', you look around and scan over the surroundings. Almost immediately, you notice that although the sky is bright and the city is illuminated, there doesn't seem to be any sort of light source. No street lights, no neon signs, not even a sun in the sky. Nothing that would emit light seems to exist here.
Carefully opening the door, you observe the lobby of the apartment complex. The presumably once shiny marble beneath your feet is covered in what appears to be scattered lichens and moss. It's kind of humid in here, at least for a modern apartment complex. As you begin ascending the stairs, you simultaneously [6] flip through your knowledge bank, and find two instances of the number 909 being significant. The first instance comes from some odd tome on what you assume to be the topic of numerology, and the way it is written makes little to no sense grammatically or conceptually. The second instance is only slightly more comprehensible. According to 'The Diary of Lord Julius II of Etheria', it's a lucky number mentioned
many times, to the point of obvious obsession. Clearly Lord Julius II was a madman with an obsession with the number 909.
Aside from all this, you find nothing and wait next to Tobias, Larry, and the ogre.
"...Reboot complete. Initializing personality subroutines."
"Yar! Well, in this [Designation=Room 909], there better be some treasure! I be pathin' over there right now, mateys!"
Y4R-M8 walks into the building where the man poked his head out of, Scimitar by his side.
Drawing your monomolecular blade, you ascend the damp staircase to the third floor of the decrepit residence and find Tobias, Larry, and an unaccounted for ogre.
Just like everyone else, Crimson heads up to room 909.
Crimson conforms to the unanimous decision to enter and ascend the staircase where he finds most of the party.
Rolls Dice: 2
Rattles bones
Scribbles on whiteboard
Fun times ahead
Turns on boombox
Saunter after the rest, making sure to stay in the back.
Mr. Bones rendezvous with the party at room 909, rattling his bones and bangin'... whatever the hell kind of music that was all the while.
this is becoming very framiliar
move up towards the room
The crystalline golem Trier enters the building and ascends while having a bout of deja vu, which can probably be accounted for by the fact that he was thrown through a dimensional rift
mere minutes ago.
Join the others, sticking with the largest group moving up toward room 909. This place is clearly very strange, and stranger for the fact Menuridae cannot remember how she came to be here. She is ever so used to being alone, now she will stay with the others.
Menuridae, noting the unusual environment and delighted(?) by her newfound acquaintances, ascends the staircase with Trier.
Once the entire party reaches Room 909, the door forcefully swings open and you are all greeted by the grizzled-looking man who advised you to come inside a few minutes ago.
"
How's it going, newbies? Since you're all fresh meat, you must be very confused. I know I was, and still am. Come in, come in, hurry."
Taking his advice, you all enter the room and notice that it's much bigger while you're inside of it than when you were looking in from the doorway. This could be an illusion of sorts, or maybe this is the work of something more insidious. The room is just as decrepit as the rest of the building, creaky wooden chairs litter the mostly empty room and cigarette butts have gathered in one of the corners. "
I know, I know. It looks like shit, and it is. But it's shelter. That's what matters here.". "
We'll probably be here a while, so it would probably been in your best interest to take a seat... except for maybe you." the man says as he points to the rancid beast Tobias conjured to serve as a bodyguard.
My name is.. well, that's a complicated matter. Call me Phantus, it's an alias of mine.", Phantus states and pauses afterward to pull and light a cigarette from his coat pocket. He takes a deep drag, and blows the smoke. Except the smoke is green, and rather than reeking of tobacco it smells of limes.
There's way too much here for me to explain everything at once, and most of it you guys probably wouldn't even care to know all of it. So here's a better idea; I'll lay out the basics and then you guys ask some questions.". Phantus puffs his cigarette and chokes a bit when he exhales.
Firstly, you're no longer in the same universe. You're at a place called the 'Hub' at the center of a pandimensional cluster-fuck of a maze that I call the 'Labyrinth'. In this particular area, there are four gates to other parallel dimensions, but this is by far the safest of all of them. Once you leave here, you start venturing into tremendous danger- the other dimensions don't follow the same rules, and they're guarded by creatures I call 'minotaurs'. They take many shapes and forms, but they all serve the same purpose- chase you back to the Hub or kill you in the process. It's taken me twenty years just to figure all of that out for sure. Everything else is theory, and I've had twenty fucking years to think this shit over. I'm not sure there's an exit, although I've admittedly left the Hub very little compared to the previous Visitors that have come through, and that's why I've lived so damn long.", Phantus stops his ranting for a moment to take another drag of his odd cigarette. "
Any questions at all, ask 'em now. I've got plenty of time, but you guys probably aspire to escape like the rest of them, so I mean it when I say ask now. I don't have all the answers, though, and the ones I do have other than what I just gave you may turn out to be a crock of shit. There's no way to be sure.".
You should probably ask him a few questions, and think of some if you don't have any.
What kind of person has no questions in a situation like this anyway?
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