reawakening of a muse

[overthroen]

Oh. Yes?

[ Rose is sitting cross-legged with a large book spread across her lap. ]

I don't suppose you approached me with the intention of doing anything actually productive? [ Purses her lips and glances at the mun's computer, sitting idle. ] No, I suppose not. You have studying to do, you know.

Unless you're here for more celebratory reasons. In which case I might remind you that you're actually half an hour late. Unless you're planning to move to the west coast in the next couple of hours. You'd better be quick, your plane is probably leaving soon.

Now if you don't mind [ she looks pointedly back at the mun's unfinished essay ] I believe we both really have better things to do than to sit around pelting stones at incorporeal pockets of air.

[ She couldn't just have said "shooting the breeze", now could she? ]

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[a_bit_too_dapper]

[Oh this song and dance again. It really was weird talking to a new Rose each time.]

Ah excuse me I guess I should of introduced myself first.

My name is Jaspers Frigglish Lalonde. I have been made aware by being in this place that in your universe I am your cat while in my own universe you are my cat.

[overthroen]

[ ... Parallels. Damn. ]

I see. I can verify that that is indeed the case in my world. But I've never really considered what I would look like with whiskers.

I suppose that means that this is your birthday, as well?

[a_bit_too_dapper]

No, surprisingly it is a rather arbitrary difference between our worlds. My birthday is the 1st of October. And now that my mundane is checking the years are different as well. I am a year older than you, but as my journey has only just started you have far more experience than me.

[overthroen]

The placement of fictional dates in a nonfictional situation does tend to get a bit arbitrary. Which is why I find the whole practice a little bit unnecessarily redundant myself.

Still -- a very belated many happy returns. May I ask what stage you and your friends find yourselves on?

[ ... on second thought: ] And also, your friends' identities? Is there a former dog with you as well? Perhaps a crow?

[a_bit_too_dapper]

So far only our first player is in the medium.

To answer part of your second question that would be Bec.

[He gave an odd look at the mention of the crow.]

No crows. Just myself, Bec, Cal and Quinn.

[overthroen]

A cat, a dog, a doll, and... [ Shaking her head ] Sorry, I don't know who the last one is. That would be Egbert?

[a_bit_too_dapper]

Yes the lovely miss Quinn Egbert. As far as I'm aware John is a doll of the plush variety in my universe.

As far as I was told, this trend also continues with these mysterious players that keep talking to us individually.

[The frown on his face would suggest he isn't that fond of the individual that chose to talk to him.]

[overthroen]

[ John's a doll. So many questions. ]

Let me guess, you're being contacted by a crab, an octopus... [ She has to remember what other guardians the trolls have. ] A spider. Something like that? Is this a long unending parade of the too-many-legged?

[a_bit_too_dapper]

[Well he wasn't expecting that honestly.]

My mundane confirms this, but we have not physically seen any of the people contacting us. I imagine the opportunity will not arise until we are all in the game.

[overthroen]

So many exciting creatures in your future. [ She says somewhat drily. ] Imagine if I hadn't spoiled you. You might have been able to meet them head-on without any sort of warning.

[a_bit_too_dapper]

That would likely be the case. None of them have been too keen on telling us much.

And so far my mundane has only had me speak to your friend Kanaya out of those that are non-human.

[overthroen]

Has she? And have your interactions been instructive? What have you taken away from someone of a different culture? I'm curious.

[ And likes hearing her cat talk. ]

[a_bit_too_dapper]

My mundane is male actually. [He just mentions it offhandedly to avoid any confusion.]

Not much actually. Our primary discussion was about our version of her "lusus". She uh well made a claim to miss Egbert that I wasn't exactly pleased with.

That we are all going to die. I do not believe it is unfounded optimism to think that through the game's mechanics we can at least protect those closest to us.