Meetings and Dreamers [cI7]

* comicInstability PESTERs plateMail : (Yo! You still alive?)
* plateMail PESTERs comicInstability : (...I guess?)
* comicInstability PESTERs plateMail : (Excllent! Next question, are you at your Spire and dressed?)
* plateMail PESTERs comicInstability : (The former, at the least?)
* comicInstability PESTERs plateMail : (One out of two ain't bad. If you want you can fix the latter while I make my way over.)
* plateMail PESTERs comicInstability : (/me sighs)
* plateMail PESTERs comicInstability : (I'm guessing you're going to come over even if I tell you not to)
* plateMail PESTERs comicInstability : (so give me a few minutes to get cleaned up at the least before you do)
* comicInstability PESTERs plateMail : (Alright. Ten minutes works?)
* plateMail PESTERs comicInstability : (It'll do.)
<Rigel> [You'll give it fifteen minutes before you start heading over. If they're planning on running the extra time won't make a difference.]
<@Mandy> [You sigh and carefully set your laptop to the side. You grumble a bit and pull yourself out of bed, before hastily changing into something slightly less "I just got out of bed". You figure there's no real point in avoiding people since from what you can tell, Scout of Space is going to be about getting your fine ass out of the house more than once a month. Well, once a month might be an exaggeration, but you don't care.]
* comicInstability PESTERs plateMail : (Alright! What floor ya at?)
* plateMail PESTERs comicInstability : (Tenth or so? Not really sure, I don't bother counting.)
* comicInstability PESTERs plateMail : (Cool, be there in a few.)
<Rigel> [You quickly head down the stairs every once in a while checking to see how far you've made it down. Once you've reached the appropriate area you start calling out "Helloooo"]
<@Mandy> [You're sitting by the stairs in a room that is bizarrely clean for as little as you get out. (This is, of course, because your living quarters are another floor down, and look like you haven't left them for three years.) You make a sing-song parody of his call as he decends.]
<Rigel> [You poke your head into the room before the rest of your body follows. "Hi! I'm Rigel." You grin and walk over. "You cool with hugs, or do ya wanna keep this a bit more, uh, professional?"]
<@Mandy> [Professional does not even appear to be in your dictionary, given the fact that you are wearing a shirt at a size too big for you, coupled with the fact that your hair looks worse that Ops' on a good day. I mean what. You stand up and kind of awkwardly hold out your arms for a hug. "'m Mandy. Don't call me Amanda if you'd like to keep whatever fiddly bits you happen to have."]
<Rigel> [You grin and give her a big hug. "Cool. Mandy it is. Nice to meet ya." You let go and flop into a chair (assuming there is one for you). "Anythin important I ought to know right off the top?"]
<@Mandy> [What are chairs? Beanbags all the way, man. "Eh, beyond the name, not much I can think of." You muss at your hair. "I'm all around a pretty drab person, I'd think."]
<Rigel> ["Really? Drab? What makes ya say that?"]
<@Mandy> ["Eh, I just don't particularly do much." There is also the fact that you're coming off a Rhyme roll, and may have taken the lesson to heart a bit too well. "Mostly just laze around."]
<Rigel> ["Gotta be somethin ya like doin. Tell me about that." You look like theres nothing else you'd rather listen to.]
<@Mandy> [You idly wave your hand, trying to brush off an invisble fly. "Mmh. I... Well, maybe my garden? I dunno, growing pretty flowers isn't really the most interesting thing ever."]
<Rigel> ["Well hey, if ya enjoy it. And I'd hardly call pretty flowers drab."]
<@Mandy> [You smile a bit but shrug. "Eh, maybe drab's not the right word, I don't know."]
<Rigel> ["Well neither do I! But I'm sure you're not near as 'drab' or whatever it is as you're makin it out to be. People rarely are."]
<@Mandy> [You just shake your head. "So what about you then, mister most interesting man in the world?"]
<Rigel> ["Well. I'm a native Thief a'Space. I enjoy pyrotechnics, fire arts, good food, drink. Nice company." You lean a little closer and stage whisper. "Stop me at any time. I'll go on forever if ya let me."]
<@Mandy> [You just smile (but an actual smile) and nod.]
<Rigel> ["I dunno. Anythin that makes me feel alive, ya know? Shit, we're all gonna be dead before too long, I plan on not havin t'look back and think t'myself. 'Damn. I shoulda done that'."]
<@Mandy> ["Wouldn't being dead mean you couldn't look back and think to yourself?"]
<Rigel> ["Well, sure, if we weren't in the Game. Got the bubbles to look forward to after all."]
<@Mandy> [You tilt your head to the side. "Bubbles?"]
<Rigel> ["Shit, ya never died before?"]
<@Mandy> ["Dying is bad, so I try to avoid it, yes. ...wait, that implies that you've died and come back."]
<Rigel> ["Yeah? I mean, I didn't get these scars from nothin, ya know." You point at the patently obvious ones on your neck and face.]
<@Mandy> ["Oh." Oh, indeed.]
<Rigel> ["Yeah, why do ya think ya got a dreamself? Its a back-up body. If ya die, it takes a little while for your dreamself to die. During that time if your realself gets kissed by another player you'll revive into the dreamself. And thats not gettin into Godtier."]
<@Mandy> ["I thought the dreamselves were just... y'know, more of the game." Wait, kissed? Actually, on second thought that totally sounds like the shit this game would pull. "And Godtier is...?"]
<Rigel> ["Ya know all the different types of beds on your land?"]
<@Mandy> [You nod your head. "The land beds and that one bigass questbed?"]
<Rigel> ["Yeah, theres a couple more, but the Quest beds the important one. If ya die on it, or if someone places your body on it before your dreamself expires ya go godtier and wake up on an equivilent bed on the Battlefield. Ya get a big boost in power and become closer to your aspect."]
<@Mandy> ["What the hell kind of way is dying to get stronger?"]
<Rigel> ["Ya expect that one thing to make sense when everythin else doesn't?" You shrug. "Doesn't always work mind. Ya have to be decently close with your aspect to begin with for it to work. If I died right now ya couldn't just expect me to go godtier if ya slapped me down on the bed. Too soon."]
<@Mandy> [You nod slowly. You're not sure whether to take this information at face value, but you'll try to keep it in mind. "How many go arounds did it take for you to find out about that stuff, anyway? I'm only learning about this on my fourth."]
<Rigel> ["Shit, first session. The ramblins of the consorts and carapaces hint at it if ya listen."]
<@Mandy> [Your eyes dart back and forth. "Oh." You suppose that actually listening to the NPCs would help.]
<Rigel> ["Ya don't really listen to em a whole bunch do ya."]
<@Mandy> ["Kind of tuned out after the whole beholding thing, yeah."]
<Rigel> ["Huh?"]
<@Mandy> ["One time, the secret consort bugged out on me. Asked me repeatedly to behold it's hat. It took an hour of hat-beholding before whatever made it happen stopped."]
<Rigel> ["Oh, yeah, thats relatively normal secret consort stuff. Ya get used to it." You tilt your head a bit before continuing. "So in four session ya have never had anyone die or go godtier?"]
<@Mandy> ["Never had anyone come /back/ from dying. ...kinda wish we'd known."]
<Rigel> ["Ah, damn, sorry." Now you feel bad. "Want another hug?"]
<@Mandy> [You feel kind of bad too. "...yeah."]
<Rigel> [You pick up the beanbag chair and shuffle over so its against her's and pull her into a hug.]
<@Mandy> [You hug back as best you can at the moment.]
<Rigel> ["Ain't your fault. Don't start beatin yourself up over it."]
<@Mandy> ["Mmhm. Not what they would've wanted, anyway." You shake your head a bit to clear your thoughts. "I wonder what other things I've missed?"]
<Rigel> ["Can't say for sure, but its probably a good idea to give it a listen to this time around."]
[01:33] <@Mandy> [You nod a bit, but don't really say anything.]
[01:33] <@Mandy> [Which Ops supposes is obvious, given the lack of quotemarks.]
<Rigel> ["Oh!" You say, sitting upright again. "Almost forgot. Theres this inter-session memo thing ya might want to check out." You uncaptcha your computer and send off the information. "Ya need to make a dongle usin the alchemiter, but after that ya should be good to get on."]
<@Mandy> [You just kind of boggle at this. "...alright, any other world-shattering revelations for today?"]
<Rigel> ["Well there was this one time..." You look off in the distance, apparently lost in thought.]
<@Mandy> ["I have the feeling this is the lead-in to a joke, but please, go on."]
<Rigel> ["Mmmm." You hum and grin. "I'll save it for next time. Gonna be tryin to get a session meetin goin. Can I count on ya bein there?"]
<@Mandy> ["Eh, I'll come. I might even put on clothes."]
<Rigel> ["No complaints here if ya don't." You waggle your eyebrows.]
<@Mandy> [Your eyes roll. "Don't get your hopes up, romeo."]
<Rigel> ["Whoops, too late~." You laugh.]
<@Mandy> [You let out an exasperated sigh and get to your feet, offering him a hand up. "God damn it."]
<Rigel> [You take it and stand upright. "Its up to you if I'm a dreamer or a psychic~."]
<@Mandy> ["Yes, it is up to me, isn't it?" You shrug. "Eh, we'll see. Have to actually get out of the spire first."]
<Rigel> ["Fair enough. That a cue for me to leave?"}
<@Mandy> ["Eh, I dunno. But if you have a meeting to set up that means you've got other coplayers to talk to, I'd assume."]
<Rigel> ["Yeah, some of them aren't quite as understandin as you though." You stretch. "But I'll head off. Nice to meet ya Mandy."]
<@Mandy> ["Take care of yourself, Rigel. I'll check out that memo thing sometime." You say as you wave goodbye.]
<Rigel> ["You too. See ya around."]
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