➢ 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 ]
[action]
That .. isn't possible. I was just with you, less than an hour ago.
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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.]
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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.
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Thank you.
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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!]
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I'm sorry, i may have heard you wrong -- experiments?
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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.
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[ 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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And none of these Malnosso have ever crossed over to this side of the barrier?
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I see. How frustrating.
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If you want more information, ask around for someone named Albert Silverberg. He usually... [She almost mentions the locked journal network, but stops herself.] He's been around for a while, I think, so he knows pretty much everything there is to know about Luceti and the Malnosso. [Though not enough to break everyone out.]
[action]
Albert Silverberg. I'll remember, thank you. [ pause. ] Have you been holding up all right, here?
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It's no Sternbild City, but I suppose it'll have to do.
[ city kid, okay. B| ]
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cost of living here
soooo much cheaper
....
okay yeah I can totally sympathize with Bunny boy 8|]If you're looking for a place to stay, you can sign up for housing at the Welcome Center. There's no rent or anything like that; you just have to see which apartments are open and pick out whatever one you want. I'm on the top floor of community housing 7. [She points at a building that can be seen just beyond the school.]
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you know you miss the luxuries of city life okay.he follows the line of her arm and squints at the building in the distance. ]Right, thank you. You've been very helpful.
[ he's such a warm, friendly guy, even to his fellow heroes, eh. 8| ]
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I totally did not just typo that as "poopsicle"]Do you know where the Welcome Center is? You probably passed it on your way here...
[action]
poopsicle....]Ah, no, I haven't seen it yet, but I'll be meeting up with Kotetsu soon enough, I'm sure he'll show me where it is.
[ assuming he didn't forget. or doesn't get them lost.
.... ]
.. On second thought, I suppose it wouldn't hurt for you to point me in the right direction.
[action]
[This time she gestures in the direction of the bakery.]
Just past the bakery, you'll find it. There's a memorial garden right near it.
[action]
Right, I'm sure I'll be able to find it on my own. Thank you.
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