There's (not) always a beach party

[wheremst]

And sure enough, true to Carmen's word, it's not long before she grants clearance and others start to appear - some familiar, some less than. There's no guarantee that you'll understand each other, or even really enjoy each other's company, but in a way, you all share the same strange and traumatic experience. Surely that counts for something, right?

Carmen herself hangs off to the side, ready to send anyone home who wants to go, or to elaborate on things that have happened, but for now it's a beautiful day at the beach, you're all alive, and that's good enough for now. Enjoy the vibes.

[ ooc: welcome to the last IC log of Unknown Seas r2! Feel free to mingle to your hearts' content, get up to Shenanigans, whatever you'd like! The world, along with the multiverse beyond, is your oyster.

For R1 characters, about 3 months have passed since the end of your round. You've been able to do some travel, but this is the first time Carmen's gotten the Lutece Machine fully operational like this. also, you've all known in broad terms about this for a while, if you talk to carmen much! She mostly just... didn't want to drop "oh and there was ANOTHER round of this" right after the end of r1. So come in, say hi to everyone from your prequel-sequel (or, dare I say, pre-sequel) round, and have fun!

As for our lovely players, see you guys in the OOC comm for the love meme, and, if you're interested, further beyond for Round 3! ]

Comments

[scythegun]

Explaining this to anyone back home is going to be a nightmare, isn't it...

[Ehhhh that's future Yeager's problem!!]

Were things any less bizarre for you?

[fivestagegod]

[He kind of looks at this guy for a moment and decides that he's steampunk at best, so he should probably modify what happened accordingly.]

Some guy in charge of a thieves' union decided to shove a bunch of us into machines so he could knock us out and take control of our bodies. Game plan was to have us infiltrate various worlds and steal a bunch of important and/or valuable stuff. It was weird.

[scythegun]

[ty for taking pity on him.]

...You know, I'll take the undead demon pirate over that, that's just ridiculous. At least all he was after was power? A perfectly normal motivation that I'm sure everyone understands.

[fivestagegod]

Exactly! Exactly - that's what I said, I was so goddamn mad at this absolute waste of space when he came out and declared that that was the plan, I have never seen a bigger waste of time in my life.

So naturally, I brought him home with me and he gets to deal with my world now, which absolutely no one enjoys when they find out that we're in the middle of a really slow apocalypse.

[scythegun]

Oh, how delightful, I'm sure he's having a wonderful time in your world, ja? Just what sort of apocalypse are you all dealing with?

[fivestagegod]

Biological warfare leading to a bunch of mutated monsters and corpses that don't like to stay down even though nobody's in them anymore. "Zombie outbreak" doesn't really cover it, but it's close enough.

[scythegun]

[............oh, he really shouldn't have asked.]

That does sound dreadful. Well, I'm sure he's having a great time with it!

[fivestagegod]

[really shouldn't have!]

Oh, he's having a great time. I didn't really want to kill him outright because he's kind of the sole reason I'm not dead right now? But I figured he deserves to have his life suck more than a little.

[scythegun]

Oh, were you dragged into your game at a particularly difficult point in time? I think I can understand that.

[.............you know he literally never looked at it that way before this very moment and wow, he kind of hates it.]

[fivestagegod]

Oh. Yeah, I, uh. I was full of bullets and bleeding out on the floor at the time? So. Yeah. I guess that's difficult?

[scythegun]

...I'd certainly say so! Well, it's good that things worked out for you, then!

[fivestagegod]

I'm still around, anyway, much to several people's displeasure. But so it goes.

[scythegun]

That's half the fun though, isn't it?

[fivestagegod]

See, you understand.

[scythegun]

Ja, of course~

[...]

Oh, right - I'm Yeager, pleased to meet you.

[fivestagegod]

Right, yeah - none of us know how to function like normal people, it's fine. William Birkin, pleasure's mine.

[scythegun]

I doubt we have a single normal person among us to begin with, so I'm sure it's fine.

[fivestagegod]

In fairness, you guys are kind of...aggressively weird.

[scythegun]

[the survivor pool consisting of a saint, a spirit, a robot, an evil sorceress duck, an overdramatic teenage rebellion leader, a "muppet" (whatever that is), and yeager is somehow aggressively weird????]

...You may have a point there.

[none of us are normal people.]

[fivestagegod]

[...He kind of tips his head a bit, though.]

We had a six-foot-tall raccoon, which honestly was not okay.

[scythegun]

Oh, that's really alarming. I think I'll take or collection of bizarre people over that!