Stones of Farspeech

[devilstongue]

This place is bullshit.

[ That's putting it mildly, in Molly's not-so-humble opinion. ]

There's one thing to share dreams and other weird things, but getting tortured upon that is just insane. Rewards don't mean shit when it comes over someone's life. Even if you get up again, here, there's no way it's just going to be shrugged off. I don't care how tough you think you are.

[ He's got experience, after all. ]

How do we get out of here rather than just sit around and try to become farmers in broken homes? Please tell me you've at least fucking tried, because I'm done with this.

[ Even if Molly can't exactly go back to being dead, he's getting his friends out of here. No matter what it would cost him. ]

Comments

[want_to_belong]

People have been trying. I'm just not positive where to even start. We're not even sure how we got here to begin with.

[devilstongue]

What does the rabbit say?

[want_to_belong]

When we first got here, he said he didn't know what was going on and seemed surprised that we were here. He said it wasn't him who brought us.

[lesbeau]

Damn right it's bullshit.

[She's just like, lying on the floor on the other side of their makeshift home. They have beds but she's just there. Sometimes it be that way.]

Every goddamn island it's some other round that doesn't do anything but create more bullshit.

[devilstongue]

[ This is like the stone of farspeech version of texting each other from five feet apart, isn't it? ]

Is this one of the hells or something?

[lesbeau]

Probably.

[It absolutely is. Molly can likely hear her sigh from across their house and through the stone.]

Do you think we could just swim out or something? Just get a boat and go super far?

[littlemhigan]

Is shite like this the norm, then?

[devilstongue]

Been here for a few months now, and it's been a lot of chaos.

[littlemhigan]

Seven hells, that's wonderful te hear.[ You can almost hear her eyes rolling. ] Doesn't even seem te be enough downtime te really get some good explorin' done. Second it seems quiet, we get whisked off te some deathtrap laden prison designed te drive us all batty. Whats next, I'm wonderin.'

[counterblows]

People have been trying. Easier said than done when everyone's powers are limited the way they are.

[And their level of tech is...fucking abysmal, honestly. He's not optimistic.]

[devilstongue]

What exactly have you been trying?

[counterblows]

Well, my comms are all shot, so it's not like I can try much. Can't exactly build a goddamn radio tower when the tech here is all fried.

[journalname]

When I experienced something like this last, it was done by a machine. But that does not seem to be the case here, unless it is very different.

[.....]

Or unless we are in another computer, I suppose.

[devilstongue]

A machine. What kind of machine could do something like this?

[ He's just picturing the weird clockwork spike robot he's seen once, and while it was good at murdering, it seemed less good at evil plots. ]

What is a 'computer'?

[journalname]

I had one of my own before this! A small thing that could go on my wrist, like a vambrace. We all took one when we left. But I'm afraid it did not make the journey with me, and I could not even begin to guess how it worked.

[As for a computer...boy you're asking the wrong monster]

Computers are very complicated machines, I suppose? The one I am speaking of made it seem as if we were all trapped together in a building, when really we were only sharing a dream that it had made. [well that's close]

[catpiper]

I like this place.

[The complaints are nothing new. She's heard them since day one and knows they'll persist for as long as people have homes to go back to.

But she doesn't, and as far as places go, this island and its caring god is leagues better than the dead, ghost covered world she arrived from. She seems to be outlier in this situation though and it makes her curious about these people and their original worlds.]

Are you 'home sick?' Do you miss your world?

[devilstongue]

[ Molly's voice softens as he hears Ren, because the young girl was pretty much the only one that didn't need to hear him bitch. Doesn't mean he'll sugarcoat it too much, though. ]

I'm glad you like this place, but it's dangerous. Are you alright after these trials?

[ Totally Ignoring that last part. ]

[catpiper]

[Hey??? Punk??? She's dealt with Tim for some time now-he's a master deflector and the way Molly changes the subject reminds her of him. It's concerning and makes her wonder why, especially when he was talking about home worlds and returning back.

She's quiet, but make no mistake she notices the change.]

I'm okay. I didn't lose all my lines, so-

[She's fine. Only a few deaths before she forced herself to be brave.]

Were you okay? Did you get hurt?

[antepone]

So far... I think it's only random when people leave. There's no warning, either, so we can't figure out how or why they leave.

[devilstongue]

Do they even 'leave'? Or are they just taken care of?

[antepone]

I think they just leave, but... I can't be sure.

One of my friends, at least, really did leave. He came back, and I don't think he was... "taken care of."

[barberian]

I tried, I... thought that I found the Storyteller. But it was just a mistake.

[devilstongue]

[ ....not you, Yasha. You're an angel, and we're thrilled you're here. ]

Easy enough mistake if it likes to change form.

[vagabone]

[Oh, hey, it's that... demon guy. Been a while since anyone mentioned getting the heck off the island--it's good to hear.]

I don't have a clue what to try. Nobody knows how we wound up here. How does someone kidnap dead people and space aliens? It's been six months and no one's made any demands!

[devilstongue]

That's a good point. What it looks like so far is less kidnapping and more forcefully taking players to a game.

[ Yeah, how the fuck do you take dead people? ]

...which makes even less sense.