Evercity : Chapter 1 - Hellooooooooooooooooooo - Page 2

Revenant · 02-28-2006, 08:08 PM

Those nutjob street kids must have hit Roland harder than he'd thought. He was way out of things. As people who appeared to be from all periods of history bought and sold their things around him, he could only sit there and drink all of it in, slowly.

The city was all so grey, and lifeless. If this was supposed to represent anything about his life, he really should get out skiing more often. As dead as the buildings were, though, the people were alive and real enough. Quickly unstrapping his PDA from his left wrist, he examined the back. Serial numbers engraved in it and all. This was certainly the most detailed dream he'd ever been in.

One vendor, with an array of time measurement devices around him, called over to Roland. "Hey, you, in the suit! How much for the fancy watch?"

"Err... it's not for sale, sorry." Strange. Well, may as well get somewhere less crowded and make a plan. Taking cover beside a stall full of Egyptian-looking artifacts, Roland collected his wits.

adcon00 · 02-28-2006, 08:23 PM

Jason took notice of the man who had a destructive flair for making himself known. By the looks of it, he was in the same boat as Jason was. He followed the disturbed looking individual to an area clogged with artifacts from approximately 1600 B.C. Egypt, finding him behind a sarcophagus in the image of the Set.

Jason approached slowly; the man must have been as confused as he himself was about their current happenings. “Hey, are you alright?” Jason asked in English, hoping the unknown, abet clumsy, man spoke the same.

Revenant · 02-28-2006, 08:32 PM

This man seemed to be the only person other than Roland who wasn't completely at ease in this crazy half-dead dream. Well, no better time to strike up a conversation until he woke up. "I've been better. I think I'm hallucinating, though, a minute ago I was being mugged. They must have concussed me or something."

Oh, great, somebody had to let the dog out.

adcon00 · 02-28-2006, 08:41 PM

“Mugged, huh?” Jason responded, “That’s interesting….” He held out his hand, as a common courtesy, “My name's Jason. I think I’ve only been here for a few minutes, myself. How about you?”

The man’s clothing was unusual; it was easily recognized as a business suit, yet slightly different, as if it reflected fashion changes that had yet to be implemented. But they spoke the same language, and that’s what counted at the moment.

Revenant · 02-28-2006, 09:15 PM

Shaking Jason's hand, Roland introduced himself. "Roland Darius, pleased to meet you. I've only been here minutes myself."

Well, now he was just exhausted. After pulling all those hours of overtime and getting attacked, there was only one thing Roland needed right now. "Drinks. Do you need a drink? I'm sure we could find a good bar around here if we look hard enough."

Marblehead Johnson · 02-28-2006, 10:54 PM

Recapping:

Ormez and Darius are chatting in the bazaar
Mason is walking into a Watcher tower
Gerard, Carlos, and Will have woken up in buildings, confused, and heading out the door (moving Carlos to a door for sake of plot)

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Ormez and Darius chatted quietly in one corner (I'm still trying to work out how a sarcophagus got here, since the guy inside was already quite dead when he went in... still, c'est la non-vie!) of the Bazaar, but they had that spooked, squirrelly look of newcomers. It wasn't long before one of the merchants walked confidently over. Newcomers with skills could be worth a tidy sum, if brought before King John.

"Excuse me, sirs," he said in a heavily-accented English dating from the eighteenth century London, "but are you... new here?"

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Mason headed up into the tower... but after going up six storeys, he finally took it upon himself to look out the window to figure out exactly what was going on in his friends apartment building. He was surprised to see himself looking over a beautifully nightmarish cityscape... many, many, many storeys higher off the ground than he would have expected.

"Oh... bugger..."

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Carlos got shakily to his feet, but the shakiness wore off when he realized he wasn't injured. His chest didn't even hurt.

"What sort of hospital is this," was his first thought (in his own tongue), but he quickly realized this was no hospital. It didn't take a policeman's eye to spot the disturbingly monochromatic theme. It appeared to be some sort of office, with everything shades of dull gray. Looking out the window, he saw he was only a few storeys above the ground, but barely two paces beyond the window pane was another building, leaving only a narrow alley between the structures.

"The hell..."

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Gerard walked out of the front door of what seemed to be some huge, blocky structure made of dull gray stone. Around him, buildings many times taller than even the highest palaces of Myanmar rose into the faintly bluish sky, but each building was gray... shades of gray. Everywhere. The oppressive mass of a million tons surrounding him, bracketing the sky, gave the pirate, used to years on the flat blue ocean, his first taste of claustrophobia.

Sounds of talking, laughter, and yes... arguing, down a narrow alley drew him. He knew that sound... merchanting.

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Will made sure to remember which building he had stashed his weaponry in, but it wasn't difficult. On one side was a dull gray movie theater, and on the other side was a dull gray adult movie theater. Accross the short alley was the back of a gigantic office building, barely leaving enough room for him to walk. Who would build a house and two theaters so close to the back of an office building, he thought, and he started to walk...

OOC: Oof, you have no idea how hard this is to type when three fingers have band-aids.

adcon00 · 03-01-2006, 12:15 AM

Jason glanced over at the wirily man. He appeared to be skinny, but not malnourished, as many of the customers back at the main area of the bazaar had shown. It would be a fair assessment to believe that the merchant was in a position of power, or at least well off financially.

“Well, that depends,” Jason spoke first, “Can you give us an idea of where ‘here’ is, exactly?” He was uneasy to give out information to such men as the merchant, such action always left Jason holding the short end of the stick.

Marblehead Johnson · 03-01-2006, 12:46 AM

"Well," he said, pleased to find English speakers, "it's a long tale, and we're instructed not to endeavor too hard to tell newcomers too much... but if it will help to clarify your predicament... you are both dead."

"If you would care to accompany me, it is customary to relegate newcomers to the chamber of the King such that he can properly acquaint you with your new surroundings. Fezzik!! Fezzik, mind the shop!"

The merchant, a former male prostitute by the name of Willy, beckoned the newcomers to join him.

adcon00 · 03-01-2006, 01:49 AM

Jason gave a look to Roland, his face suggesting a mixture of curiosity and weariness.
“Hell, they might have alcohol,” Jason reasoned to Roland, “I think it’s worth a shot. What have you got to loose?”

And with that, he followed Willy down the path the man had taken. He had no clue what was in store for him next, but he was used to being in such a position. Besides, “The greater the risk, the greater the reward.”

Monoxx · 03-01-2006, 12:50 PM

"Mierda, mierda, mierda" started to say Carlos, as he approached a door. Everything was gray, and he started to feel scared.
"Ayuda! Hay alguien aqui?" he started to scream, hoping to find someone.

02-28-2006, 08:23 PM	#12
adcon00 The Storyteller Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: You want to know here I live? Why? Posts: 24	Jason took notice of the man who had a destructive flair for making himself known. By the looks of it, he was in the same boat as Jason was. He followed the disturbed looking individual to an area clogged with artifacts from approximately 1600 B.C. Egypt, finding him behind a sarcophagus in the image of the Set. Jason approached slowly; the man must have been as confused as he himself was about their current happenings. “Hey, are you alright?” Jason asked in English, hoping the unknown, abet clumsy, man spoke the same. __________________ I'm ashamed of what I did for a klondike bar.... Last edited by adcon00; 03-05-2006 at 04:53 AM.

02-28-2006, 08:41 PM	#14
adcon00 The Storyteller Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: You want to know here I live? Why? Posts: 24	“Mugged, huh?” Jason responded, “That’s interesting….” He held out his hand, as a common courtesy, “My name's Jason. I think I’ve only been here for a few minutes, myself. How about you?” The man’s clothing was unusual; it was easily recognized as a business suit, yet slightly different, as if it reflected fashion changes that had yet to be implemented. But they spoke the same language, and that’s what counted at the moment. __________________ I'm ashamed of what I did for a klondike bar.... Last edited by adcon00; 03-05-2006 at 04:54 AM.

03-01-2006, 12:15 AM	#17
adcon00 The Storyteller Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: You want to know here I live? Why? Posts: 24	Jason glanced over at the wirily man. He appeared to be skinny, but not malnourished, as many of the customers back at the main area of the bazaar had shown. It would be a fair assessment to believe that the merchant was in a position of power, or at least well off financially. “Well, that depends,” Jason spoke first, “Can you give us an idea of where ‘here’ is, exactly?” He was uneasy to give out information to such men as the merchant, such action always left Jason holding the short end of the stick. __________________ I'm ashamed of what I did for a klondike bar....

03-01-2006, 01:49 AM	#19
adcon00 The Storyteller Join Date: Feb 2006 Location: You want to know here I live? Why? Posts: 24	Jason gave a look to Roland, his face suggesting a mixture of curiosity and weariness. “Hell, they might have alcohol,” Jason reasoned to Roland, “I think it’s worth a shot. What have you got to loose?” And with that, he followed Willy down the path the man had taken. He had no clue what was in store for him next, but he was used to being in such a position. Besides, “The greater the risk, the greater the reward.” __________________ I'm ashamed of what I did for a klondike bar.... Last edited by adcon00; 03-01-2006 at 01:05 PM.

02-28-2006, 08:08 PM	#11
Revenant Blackfly, the little blackfly... Join Date: Feb 2006 Posts: 26	Those nutjob street kids must have hit Roland harder than he'd thought. He was way out of things. As people who appeared to be from all periods of history bought and sold their things around him, he could only sit there and drink all of it in, slowly. The city was all so grey, and lifeless. If this was supposed to represent anything about his life, he really should get out skiing more often. As dead as the buildings were, though, the people were alive and real enough. Quickly unstrapping his PDA from his left wrist, he examined the back. Serial numbers engraved in it and all. This was certainly the most detailed dream he'd ever been in. One vendor, with an array of time measurement devices around him, called over to Roland. "Hey, you, in the suit! How much for the fancy watch?" "Err... it's not for sale, sorry." Strange. Well, may as well get somewhere less crowded and make a plan. Taking cover beside a stall full of Egyptian-looking artifacts, Roland collected his wits.

02-28-2006, 08:32 PM	#13
Revenant Blackfly, the little blackfly... Join Date: Feb 2006 Posts: 26	This man seemed to be the only person other than Roland who wasn't completely at ease in this crazy half-dead dream. Well, no better time to strike up a conversation until he woke up. "I've been better. I think I'm hallucinating, though, a minute ago I was being mugged. They must have concussed me or something." Oh, great, somebody had to let the dog out.

02-28-2006, 09:15 PM	#15
Revenant Blackfly, the little blackfly... Join Date: Feb 2006 Posts: 26	Shaking Jason's hand, Roland introduced himself. "Roland Darius, pleased to meet you. I've only been here minutes myself." Well, now he was just exhausted. After pulling all those hours of overtime and getting attacked, there was only one thing Roland needed right now. "Drinks. Do you need a drink? I'm sure we could find a good bar around here if we look hard enough."

02-28-2006, 10:54 PM	#16
Marblehead Johnson Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Feb 2006 Posts: 88	Recapping: Ormez and Darius are chatting in the bazaar Mason is walking into a Watcher tower Gerard, Carlos, and Will have woken up in buildings, confused, and heading out the door (moving Carlos to a door for sake of plot) ------- Ormez and Darius chatted quietly in one corner (I'm still trying to work out how a sarcophagus got here, since the guy inside was already quite dead when he went in... still, c'est la non-vie!) of the Bazaar, but they had that spooked, squirrelly look of newcomers. It wasn't long before one of the merchants walked confidently over. Newcomers with skills could be worth a tidy sum, if brought before King John. "Excuse me, sirs," he said in a heavily-accented English dating from the eighteenth century London, "but are you... new here?" ------------------- Mason headed up into the tower... but after going up six storeys, he finally took it upon himself to look out the window to figure out exactly what was going on in his friends apartment building. He was surprised to see himself looking over a beautifully nightmarish cityscape... many, many, many storeys higher off the ground than he would have expected. "Oh... bugger..." ---------------- Carlos got shakily to his feet, but the shakiness wore off when he realized he wasn't injured. His chest didn't even hurt. "What sort of hospital is this," was his first thought (in his own tongue), but he quickly realized this was no hospital. It didn't take a policeman's eye to spot the disturbingly monochromatic theme. It appeared to be some sort of office, with everything shades of dull gray. Looking out the window, he saw he was only a few storeys above the ground, but barely two paces beyond the window pane was another building, leaving only a narrow alley between the structures. "The hell..." ------------ Gerard walked out of the front door of what seemed to be some huge, blocky structure made of dull gray stone. Around him, buildings many times taller than even the highest palaces of Myanmar rose into the faintly bluish sky, but each building was gray... shades of gray. Everywhere. The oppressive mass of a million tons surrounding him, bracketing the sky, gave the pirate, used to years on the flat blue ocean, his first taste of claustrophobia. Sounds of talking, laughter, and yes... arguing, down a narrow alley drew him. He knew that sound... merchanting. ------------------ Will made sure to remember which building he had stashed his weaponry in, but it wasn't difficult. On one side was a dull gray movie theater, and on the other side was a dull gray adult movie theater. Accross the short alley was the back of a gigantic office building, barely leaving enough room for him to walk. Who would build a house and two theaters so close to the back of an office building, he thought, and he started to walk... OOC: Oof, you have no idea how hard this is to type when three fingers have band-aids.

03-01-2006, 12:46 AM	#18
Marblehead Johnson Sent to the cornfield Join Date: Feb 2006 Posts: 88	"Well," he said, pleased to find English speakers, "it's a long tale, and we're instructed not to endeavor too hard to tell newcomers too much... but if it will help to clarify your predicament... you are both dead." "If you would care to accompany me, it is customary to relegate newcomers to the chamber of the King such that he can properly acquaint you with your new surroundings. Fezzik!! Fezzik, mind the shop!" The merchant, a former male prostitute by the name of Willy, beckoned the newcomers to join him.