+ Your imagination can't hurt you! +

[vitaelamorte]

Who: YOU!
Where: The Mindscape
When: starting November 11th
Rating: may be up to R for character deaths
Summary: Navigate challenges to learn valuable lessons about nonviolence, cooperation, and self-sacrifice! Release your inner animal! Read more about the event here, and on the bulletin board.
The Story:




"If you know yourself, you have nothing to fear."
"Working together is the only way."
"Deaths are a necessary part of life, but not all deaths are necessary."
"The needs of the many outweigh the life of just one."

Comments

[finewithhalf]

[A slow smile spreads across her face.]

Yeah? You're really gonna take me seriously?

[If she sounds cautious, it's probably because this is obviously a trick and she's still waiting for the other shoe to drop.]

[stefanged]

Uh-huh. Two heads are better than one, and from where I'm sitting - I can't figure out what this whole thing means.

[He's completely serious. He may not agree with whatever she'll say next, but he sure doesn't know what to make of this place.]

[finewithhalf]

'Kay. Say I tell you to drink some of that stuff. You gonna do it?

[There's a little voice in the back of her head that sounds a lot like Riley as it tells her this is a bad idea. She ignores this voice.]

[stefanged]

Not yet. [He realizes it sounds odd, so he'll hold out his hand and let the soda droplets fall off his fingers.] See how the spill goes way deeper than my forearm?

If this were a normal spill, we would've been able to feel the end, but we aren't. So... I don't know if this is actually soda.

[finewithhalf]

It could be whatever. [More shrugging. It's not like any of this is going to matter in a few days.]

Soda, or root beer, or chocolate or some less-gross beer stuff. It's Wonderland. You got your network thingy on you? Someone's probably already sending messages about what we're supposed to do.

[And then they can proceed to not do those things.]

[stefanged]

[Using his other hand, he checks his pockets and nada. He doesn't even have his trusty notebook with him.]

Nope. I must've left it in my room with my other stuff.

[He sure could use a napkin right now, though, so he takes a step back and tries to piece together what he knows: he's with someone he barely knows, the floor is soda), and the floor is endlessly deep where there's soda. Doesn't look like he can wade over to the other side.]

I'm gonna guess that you don't, either?

[finewithhalf]

Nope, but that's not really a surprise.

[She dips her finger a bit deeper and then absently draws a pattern along the "shoreline".]

If the point is to bore us to death, it they need to make it so we have nothing to do at all.

[stefanged]

Or they need to make it a little more obvious.

[He pauses, watching her patterns and noticing how the soda doesn't quite mesh with the shoreline.

So he takes his hand again, leaning over a little and feeling the edge of that "shoreline," right underneath the surface.

There are ridges. Hard ridges, as if he's brushing against rock.]

Huh. [Headtilt.] What if this isn't soda, and we're looking at something else entirely?