2nd dream layer | text | double-post orz

[angry_salad]

[ Arthur is testing things. It's why there's a few mass texts over the log, though they've all been sent quite late at night (or early in the morning, depending on your point of view. ]

1. Does anyone remember how they got here?
2. Totem
3. The next sentence is true. The previous sentence is false.





[Locked to Ashley Magnus, Gwen Raiden, Madelyne Pryor, Mick St. John]
Let me know if you can see this message. Testing encryption.

Comments

[Locked/Text]

[electro_girl]

[Okay, why exactly is her tablet being assaulted with text messages when she's trying to sleep? And why is one of them giving her a headache?]

Got your 5 million texts, smarty pants. Why don't you tone it down a bit? Some of us need our beauty sleep.

[Locked/Text]

[angry_salad]

Didn't have to answer right away.

[ Totally gets the point, yup. ]

[Locked/Text]

[electro_girl]

[Later...]

Sorry, sugar. Cranky in the morning. So. Since the first one's boring and the third is impossible, I'll do with door number 2. What's a totem?

[text]

[buffy_slayer]

[Arthur will receive these responses, three in a row, one after the other]

1. tried to lean up against a wall. possible portal?

2. ... pole?

3. still waiting for the next sentence. previous one didn't make any sense.

[text]

[angry_salad]

Not a portal. Makes no sense.

Re: [text]

[buffy_slayer]

alien abduction, then. teleporation ray? do you remember how you got here?

[genequeen]

Hrmmn?

Madelyne stares at the tablet for a few moments in total confusion, trying to piece together what, exactly, the new guy is trying to do. Did she ever actually get his name? Did she give him her's? She's a little groggy and feels like she's trying to think through honey.

Was on my way to dinner with a friend. Ended up in weird metal room.

Like a spirit animal?

Ummm. It is way too early for me to try to think about that. By the way, I'm Madelyne. In case I didn't mention it before.

Yes. I can see that.

[angry_salad]

Got your name from the system. Reading logs and pinging back. Trying to figure out the tablet's security protocols. Name's Arthur. Thanks for your help.

[genequeen]

No problem, Arthur. Let me know if you want to meet up for coffee at some point.

Logs? Madelyne might well have to investigate her circumstances a little more intently. Obviously, she's not paying enough attention to how much people can learn about her without her knowing about it.

[text]

[aintnoconvict]

[ oh this was a delightful thing to ponder over one's big bowl of Apple Jacks. ]

Assuming you're expecting a response:
1. Initially: Stepped off a ladder and into the arrival room. Later I got memories of the next couple days after the ladder but remained in Taxon.

2. This needs a little elaboration.

3. Nice one. I like "Today is opposite day." as well.

[text]

[angry_salad]

Good information to know. Helpful. Thanks.

[text]

[aintnoconvict]

You're welcome. If you need anything more, I'd be glad to help. My name's Glitch.

[text]

[thornandmoss]

1. If we did, we'd stand a better chance of getting out of here. So no, we don't. That would make things too easy.

2. Talisman

3. How long do you expect us to stare at that one trying to figure out if there's any way those two sentences could fit together?

[text]

[angry_salad]

It's a paradox.

[ Yup, Arthur only answering one of the texts because he is a polite individual. ]

[text followed by visual]

[skysung]

"1. I have memories of immediately before and after, but not of the means of arrival.

2. Should I try to approximate an equivalent word in my family's native tongue?

3.--"

A small blue dragon appears onscreen, whistling her delight at the riddle. Does it have an answer? She reads it again and tilts her head in consideration.

[text]

[angry_salad]

Arthur's reading the texts as he gets them--not really making noise so much as curling his lip slightly with each one he receives--and answers to the open ended 'totem' question is beginning to seriously worry him. The texts say it's from someone named 'Kitten,' and he sighs slightly before a visual pops up on his screen and--

A dragon.

A dragon?

...

Yup. That's a dragon.

Arthur stares for a few moments, eyes wide, mind reeling with possibilities before taking a deep breathe, using the keypad, and thanking god that current emotion doesn't reflect in text:

Species?

[visual and text]

[skysung]

Kitten just looks more fascinated as he asks for her species, leaning forward to type an answer with a series of clicks and chirps that resemble a chuckle.

"Dragon. In your world in the flesh, in stories only, or not at all?"

locked; | text;

[sourcebloodaughter]

Looks like you're golden. What's the occasion?

locked/text

[angry_salad]

Testing out how this tablet works. Don't have it where I'm from.

[locked text]

[ownlittleprison]

All clear. You really want an answer to those three queries. I'm guessing they're queries. Or another test?

[locked text]

[angry_salad]

First one would be nice to know. Bingo on the rest.

[Text]

[allthatlife]

I think most of us remember how we got here. I was walking down the aisle, but my second step made me step off the platform in the arrival chamber.

I don't think I'm going to bother trying to answer the rest of that, though.

[Text]

[angry_salad]

Just checking a few things. you're golden.

[Text]

[tothelightshown]

I'd just jumped down a hole leading to the Realm of the Unwanted.

[And she would be very impressed if that meant anything to him.]

[Text]

[angry_salad]

D&D?