➢ Barnaby Brooks Jr. (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
mindgooshed) wrote2011-11-05 06:20 pm
mindgooshed) wrote2011-11-05 06:20 pm
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.oo1 // ACTION + VOICE
[ it smells like dirt.
barnaby isn't particularly fond of dirt. or grass. or nature. oh sure, it can be nice to take a stroll in the park, or even maybe, i dunno, have a picnic out in a meadow or something, but other than that he's not much of an outdoor guy. trees and forests, what do. he is not okay with this.
but more importantly, this ache at his back. what the f- oh. what. wait what. wings? violently pink wings, at that? and they function? what is going on, and where are his clothe-- oh, they're right there, folded nearly in the grass beside him, augh if there are grass stains on his good leather jacket he might cut a bitch. also this book, that looks like a journal. this is all pretty bizarre and very suspicious, and immediately barnaby's mind is filled with thoughts of kidnapping and NEXT and conspiracy theories, but it just doesn't seem right. the last thing he remembers is sternbild, maverick, the androids .. well, not that barnaby's memory is really anything to rely on, but it just doesn't feel right.
but since barnaby doesn't function on feelings he needs to figure something out. this book will probably help. it doesn't take him long to figure out just how this thing works; it's a network, of sorts, only written by hand, which is really strange and raises even more questions, but it's all he has to go on. but first he's going to .. put his actual pants and belt and boots back on, and frown around at all these trees, and he doesn't mind tearing holes in his black tee shirt to accommodate the wings but no way is he maiming his precious jacket. so he just slings it over his arm and talks at this journal thing while walking toward wherever the trees seem thinnest. ]
VOICE;
Excuse me, but could someone direct me to a tailor?
[ or a town. PRIORITIES. ]
[ ooc; he's actually right on the edge of town somewhere nearish/behind the grocery store so IF YOU WANT TO FIND HIM WANDERING THAT IS COOL and hello luceti be gentle with me. o7 ]
barnaby isn't particularly fond of dirt. or grass. or nature. oh sure, it can be nice to take a stroll in the park, or even maybe, i dunno, have a picnic out in a meadow or something, but other than that he's not much of an outdoor guy. trees and forests, what do. he is not okay with this.
but more importantly, this ache at his back. what the f- oh. what. wait what. wings? violently pink wings, at that? and they function? what is going on, and where are his clothe-- oh, they're right there, folded nearly in the grass beside him, augh if there are grass stains on his good leather jacket he might cut a bitch. also this book, that looks like a journal. this is all pretty bizarre and very suspicious, and immediately barnaby's mind is filled with thoughts of kidnapping and NEXT and conspiracy theories, but it just doesn't seem right. the last thing he remembers is sternbild, maverick, the androids .. well, not that barnaby's memory is really anything to rely on, but it just doesn't feel right.
but since barnaby doesn't function on feelings he needs to figure something out. this book will probably help. it doesn't take him long to figure out just how this thing works; it's a network, of sorts, only written by hand, which is really strange and raises even more questions, but it's all he has to go on. but first he's going to .. put his actual pants and belt and boots back on, and frown around at all these trees, and he doesn't mind tearing holes in his black tee shirt to accommodate the wings but no way is he maiming his precious jacket. so he just slings it over his arm and talks at this journal thing while walking toward wherever the trees seem thinnest. ]
VOICE;
Excuse me, but could someone direct me to a tailor?
[ or a town. PRIORITIES. ]
[ ooc; he's actually right on the edge of town somewhere nearish/behind the grocery store so IF YOU WANT TO FIND HIM WANDERING THAT IS COOL and hello luceti be gentle with me. o7 ]
[voice]
She's not sure which one she's surprised most by.]Mr. Barnaby? Is that you?
[voice]
Dragon Kid?
[ okay it's probably not all that weird that she'd be here, if he was here. ]
[voice]
[voice]
[ since he's just running on the idea that, you know, they've all just been dumped here together and all. ]
[voice]
I'm at the tea shop right now. Do you see a fountain from where you are?
[voice]
[ wait, tea shop? ARE YOU JUST COOLING YOUR HEELS THIS IS AN EMERGENCY. ]
[voice]
All right, well, there's a fountain in the main plaza of this town. I'll wait for you there, since it'll be easier to explain all of this in person. Just tell me if you're having a hard time finding it, okay? Oh, and Wild Tiger's here too, he just got here like yesterday.
[voice]
wait- ]
Tiger? Yesterday? But i was just with --..
[ okay just hold your horses bunabee, she'll probably explain soon, so he cuts himself off. ]
- Right, I'll be there soon.
[action]
[action]
aaaand she's not entirely difficult to spot in that yellow suit. barnaby shuts the journal as he approaches, and rests a hand on his hip. ]
I'm sorry if I've kept you waiting.
[action]
It's no problem! I wasn't doing anything too important today. And...it's good to see other people from Sternbild here.
[action]
You say that as if you've been here for some time.
[action]
Um, yeah, since the middle of September, I think. So that'd be about a month and a half, I think. [Only that long? She feels as though she's been here forever.]
[action]
That .. isn't possible. I was just with you, less than an hour ago.
[action]
Time is really weird here in Luceti. The Malnosso -- the people who kidnapped us -- can take people from any point in their world's time. So...I'm actually from about a year later, from your point of view.
[She'd always known it was a weird thing, but actually being confronted with it herself, with people that she knows, is another thing entirely.]
[action]
a power like that, though .. incredible. ]
I see. What else do you know about them?
[action]
I can show you the guide to Luceti in your journal. It'll explain most of it.
[action]
Thank you.
[action]
I've bookmarked this entry for you. It talks about the Malnosso, the journals, the experiments, and a bunch of other things. [She simpers.] There's definitely a lot to go through, so whenever you have questions, just ask me! [She smiles proudly. She's so glad to be able to help out the Heroes here!]
[action]
I'm sorry, i may have heard you wrong -- experiments?
[action]
Ah...yeah. Every month or so, crazy stuff happens in the village, like [THE FUCKING MOON FALLING EVERYWHERE but not really] people being compelled to act out fairytales, or [stealing one she heard from Giles] being randomly teleported to different places in Luceti. And, um, sometimes people are kidnapped by droids to be experimented on. They usually get returned here with some sort of weird effect that wears off in a week or two.
[Welcome to Luceti, Bunny! Enjoy your stay, and don't leave less than a 5-star review on the website or we will be forced to kill you and then revive you without your fabulous mess of hair.]
[action]
That's sick. And awful. How long has this been going on?
[action]
I think about four years, at least. Luceti uses an Earth calendar, although no one knows if Luceti is actually on Earth or some other world. [Then, as an afterthought:] It's November here, by the way.
[action]
[ sorry, paolin, he's hyperfocused on the conflict right now, and wants to know as much as he can. four years.. either the inhabitants of luceti are incredibly impotent (unlikely), or this 'malnosso' is a larger, more powerful organization than he may have previously thought. ]
[action]
If we could've, we would've already, right? There's a barrier around this area that keeps people from leaving, but so far no one's been able to break through it.
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