(Day 1) ==> Adelle: Enter

[elegantsyringa]

Your name is Adelle Pteroi and today is shaping up to be a pretty AWFUL DAY! Between meteors hitting the planet and the tremors you can feel from the shore as they land into the ocean, you are not looking forward to the waves that will eventually hit, sooner or later. Which is perhaps why you have shuffled along to get Selach started on your entry, as soon as you managed to confirm Lyn was not dead.

It's not even 10 minutes later that you're making weird, vaguely screechy noises because somehow the outfit you were working on has ended up in your kernelsprite. Your despair over the hours of work on the lilac embroidery on it that is now wasted is INDESCRIBABLE.

This is perhaps an exaggeration, but you are still quite upset about it.

}!{ Nooooo!!
}!{ Selach, what happened?
}!{ That was five hours of needlework!
}!{ Five!
}!{ Oh goodness and now it's all just -- sitting there on a game construct that can't even talk.

DANDYSPRITE is kind of hovering uselessly in a corner, considering it's really just a bunch of clothes with a tail that moves vaguely to give the impression of there being an actual person.


...

You had been expecting quite a few things to happen; after everything it was hard to not believe that anything could happen at this point. You simply weren't expecting to end up in a place with absolutely no water, and to see your lusus flop around on the floor desperately as you watch him struggle to breathe. Your composure slips away from you rapidly as it sinks in that there is nothing that either you or Selach can do about this.

...Well, there is ONE THING you can do.

It's another 15 minutes before you finally come back online. Not that you plan to stay on for long.

-- elegantSyringa [ES] has signed on. --

Comments

[artful_transgressor]

You've been agitated ever since your own entry was completed, and your immediate fate settled, as your concerns had then promptly shifted from yourself to your friend-slash-server-slash-tailor. He hadn't been responding to you much during his entry - unsurprisingly - and you'd tried to keep your messages to a minimum so as not to distract him from the necessary process. But you saw him drop off Trollian, and you've been waiting less than patiently for him to sign on again so you can be sure he's all right.

-- artfulTransgressor [AT] began trolling elegantSyringa [ES]. --

hey adelle
you got in right
im assuming thats where you Vanished to just now
unless your husktop just lost power

POST-ENTRY

[debonairbelletrist]

There you Are, Adelle! Is everything Alright? Did you enter the medium sA7ely? You hAd better hAve entered the medium sA7ely! DisAppeAring like thAt.......

It is only after you have sent your message that it occurs to you that you may be being NEEDLESSLY DIFFICULT. The abrupt disappearance of your friend from Trollian, however, was a blow against your poise that you did not suffer lightly. Losing a friend is not on your list of things to do tonight. It is also a very REAL possibility that you have no immediate means of effecting, a fact you have acknowledged and grown increasingly frustrated with despite your resolution to explore the planet upon which you found yourself in the hopes of ascertaining your next move and shedding light upon that of your fellow players as well. You believe it will be an infinitely easier task once all players have entered the game safely. Right now, you will settle for news of your friend's safe entry into the medium, after which all but one player will have entered.

[practicullity]

Wha7? Don'7 you like clo7he5?
You can 7hrow 5ome7hing el5e in 7here now. Maybe 5ome7hing 7ha7 can 7alk. And i7 will look dapper and o7her word5 you u5e 7o de5cribe fa5hion-5uave people.
I don'7 under57and 7he problem here.

You really don't understand your childhood friend.