Intro Log!

[daddyscythe]

Characters: OPEN to new arrivals and NPCS.
Where: En route to Casualty Communal
Rating: Gen
Time: February 11 onwards
Description: Welcome to Death City!


The city was in good shape today, despite the recent attack to it and the unfortunate earthquake a month back. The damages to the city had been repaired best as they could, and everything else was covered in a healthy heap of decor for the upcoming Valentine’s Day.

Things were a bit somber, as was expected after so many of the residents lost their loved ones. Fortunately, if there was something Death City was good at, it was getting back on its feet after a fall.

[ooc: Player characters will also be joining the log. Everything after the sub thread Soul Perception is open to all characters.]

Comments

[knightime]

Oh. Another person around his age. Dave ends up approaching her. She seemed familiar for some reason. At the very least, she definitely reminded him or people he knew.

"You look like the lost lamb in a field of where the fuck am I and why? But seeing as we're basically as friendly as friendly can get, I'll be your adoring little guide up until you leave the chamber. So basically you can throw all your questions at me and I will catch every one of them and return you with answers. It's like catch, except ten times more informative," Dave said smoothly. "Welcome to Death City."

[gutsydame]

He looks familiar, too, although she couldn't say why. Jane doesn't read Rolling Stone or GQ or any of those benighted Sweet Bro and Hella Jeff fan magazines Jake's always prattling on about, though, so the fact that his face looks only vaguely familiar isn't surprising. And probably for the best, to be honest.

She smiles at him. "Thanks. I think I sort of understand what's going on? To be honest, this is not even the craziest-sounding story I've been fed today. If you can believe it. So, witches. Evil witches. Yes, that is standard. Summoned from my home by an alien entity. Also, sadly, standard. Eggs, um...I think they lost me when they started talking about eggs."

[knightime]

"Kishin eggs? They used to be human souls but decided to accept the shitty evil cookies and go to the dark side. Kishin eggs eat human souls so they kind of just go to town, nomming on unsuspecting people and their delicious souls," Dave explained. She probably could have gotten someone who explained better. "So Kishin Eggs are evil souls that eat human souls. Our job is to prevent that of course."

A beat. "Also, I guess I should introduce myself. Dave Strider. I'm pretty sure I can hear the cries of my friend as she bangs at the recess of my mind for not introducing myself earlier."

[gutsydame]

Most of the technical shit that had been starting to crystallize into something resembling sense (sort of) in Jane's mind was completely shattered when the guy said his name.

"Wait. You're Dirk's brother?" She can't think of anything else to say that isn't a bit rude, in the circumstances. (Wow, you're shorter than I thought you'd be. You're, like, a kid, what the heck.) It's a bit cool to be meeting a friend's family member, and a sort of famous one at that, even though Dave Strider is a director whose cinematic oeuvre is the creative equal of a McDonald's Big Mac Meal. "Sorry. I didn't mean to be rude either. My name's Jane Crocker. It's really...cool to meet you! I've heard a lot about you."

[knightime]

Uhh. Give him a moment. He suddenly understands jack shit.

"Bro?" Dave can't keep the surprised or incredulous tone out of his voice. He clears his throat awkwardly, trying to get back an resemblance of his nonchalant attitude he just had a moment or two before she suddenly threw that curve ball at him.

And then everything just shatters again because she introduces herself. "Wait, you mean like John's Nanna? Okay, I know jackshit whether her name is Jane. I never bothered to ask. But that makes you, like, related to John doesn't it? Also, I'm pretty sure my Bro never talked to anyone that went by Jane Crocker before." This...doesn't make any sense. He understands absolutely nothing. "Wait, so he talked about me? To you? I mean, that's pretty weird. You don't look that old, and he never struck me as the type of guy to go talking to someone your age when he's like in his twenties. Probably thirties, but he'd kick my ass if I ever admitted that to anyone. Welp." His Bro is dead anyways.

[gutsydame]

Her mouth opens, then closes again. She's fumbling to come up with an explanation, just like he so obviously is. "I feel...like we're talking at cross-purposes here? I mean, I've known Dirk for years, he's the same age as me. He's not some creepy thirty-year old puppet fetishist stalker. He's just a normal 15 year-old puppet fetishist, I guess." She laughs nervously. "But...seriously, this is confusing. Even more confusing than the soul-stealing witches and all that stuff."

She pauses. "You must be different from the Dave Strider I've heard of, because you don't look old enough to be a famous director or anything like that. And I'm obviously not old enough to be anyone's nanna. Maybe BREW took us away at different times in our lives. Like maybe I'm from your past and you're from my future. Or the other way around." She scratches her head; it still doesn't quite add up. Fictional detectives have always made this stuff look so easy. "I don't know. Hercule Poirot is supposed to have said that once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth." She is almost certain that Hercule Poirot said that. "But that doesn't really help us, because all of this stuff sounds equally impossible!"

[knightime]

This was making less and less sense by the minute. If Bro was her age, but this Dave Strider is older...

"Welp. I suddenly understand jackshit, not that I understood much to begin with. I stopped trying to decide what SBURB was the minute it decided to give a bunch of thirteen year-olds powers and to go play a world ending game," he replies rather bluntly. "But you're insinuating that he's the younger brother and I'm the older one. That is pretty much a load of bull, at least to me. I don't have any younger brothers. I have an older Bro." Was there something about the Scratch that they hadn't figured out yet? "So you don't know any John?"

Shit, he really wished he could go back now. There was probably something back in the session that would explain this. It couldn't be coincidence that she knew a Strider who was related to a Dave Strider. Even less coincidental that she's aware that he was into puppets.

[gutsydame]

"Well, of course I know Johns. It's an absurdly common name, after all." Her tone's a little more snappish than she meant it to be, so she bites her lip and goes on more softly. "But my poppop--I mean, my grandfather was a John. I never knew him, though. He died the day I was born, actually." That has always stuck her as kind of spooky, especially now.

"But anyway. I was just starting to play SBURB when I found myself here. That's what me and Dirk and our friends were trying to do when I got kidnapped and brought here! Or recruited, if you want to put a more positive spin on it." She chews her bottom lip. "I hope they're all right."

[knightime]

This is making less sense the longer they talk. Ugh. Maybe he should ask the others about this, but it's unlikely they'll know. Welp. "Huh. I guess he was a Crocker, not an Egbert." Welp. If there could be a bajillion, alternate timelines, maybe alternate universes existed? Ugh, you know what, he's going to stop thinking about this.

"I'm sure they're fine. The BREW does this on a daily basis. It likes to drag us in out of the blue, but people go back home a lot. I've been here like two or three other times apparently. If that helps any." Except he wonders what his previous selves had done while they were here.