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Alga ==> Go Home

The traversal through the weird world was becoming more understandable.
As Alga walked through the door, she let memories of her room bubble to the surface. Then, she walked through the door, passed through the mirror, and she was back in her room.

All as if nothing had happened.

She'd never really noticed how much having simple rooms and corridors between things--following such understandable rules like those of
space and time--really gave a sense of connection. Now that anyplace seemed within immediate reach, there was a certain sense of vertigo in returning to reality.

...or maybe there was
a toll to being in there for an extended period of time. Either way, Alga had a bit of a headache.

Looking down to her gently grasping hands, she found
the stone was still there. Wasn't it supposed to dissolve on entering reality or something?

... well what now?
 

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Alga stared.

Was that...supposed to happen?

She brought the ruby up to examine it closer, a cold feeling settling in her gut the more time passed without any sign of change. This wasn't supposed to be happening, right? The Greater Student had said that it would dissolve, right? So, why didn't it...?

With uncertainty sending a tremble through her arms, Alga dumped her backpack onto the bed and brought her gun out without ceremony, reaching inside to grab at the handle of the mirror that had been her constant companion since the whole fiasco started. She looked into it with a furrow in her brow, a faint hope somewhere inside her that maybe the Word had returned anyhow. Considering the strange new laws she was suddenly being exposed to, it could have made sense...?

She just...had to check. Before she did anything dumb.

Examine: Mirror
 

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Max was here, people were coming... They needed a plan so Wade had to speak quick. "Two of them. They heard us earlier," Wade whispered. "Do we hide or figh--"

“--shut up,” Max hissed, clamping one hand on Wade’s mouth, then dragged them both into the miasma room.

So they were hiding. Cool. Wade didn't protest, but he at least moved his own feet towards the room until he noticed something that'd give them both away.

The circle of books he had left out.

His eyes darted between Max and the books then Max, until he finally just pried Max's hand away. Attempting to cover their tracks, Wade tried to scoop all the books off the floor, or at least shove them all into the bookcase room, all while trying to stick close to Max and his shield.

Pick up: Books
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Alga ==> Examine: Mirror

Alga took a deep breath and looked into the small mirror before her.
She knew what she expected. She knew what she wanted. She wanted to see her smiling visage behind a foggy greeting.

The mirror reflected her grimacing face.

Wade ==> Pick Up: Books

> Go Back to Scoop Up Books (Dexterity + Savvy)
> Dice Pool 9
> 9 Successes


With one circular, scooping motion, Wade gathered up all the books into his arms. His body arced fluidly and his fingertips barely glanced the ground as the scattered pile came together as a bundle. Then, quiet as shadow, he dashed back in.

Max ==> Passive Perception

As Wade performed this, honestly, amazing feat of dexterity, you realize something yourself: your barrier is still up.
Is this room normally obscured? Will those Octarian scum be blind, like Wade?

Should you
release the barrier? Would the darkness consume them like before if he did? Or maybe he could try to just make it small enough to fit him and Wade?

Your call, hero.
 

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Mag ==> Talk: Beth

"I don't know anything about Octo Valley and my leads end here," she answered, "so, beats me."

Beth ****ed an eyebrow. "Well, I wouldn't know where to go either, but I figure so long as we take a road we'll get somewhere. Until we pick up some sort of lead, we're best keeping to the path and finding some sort of civilization we can further question."

Then, as if remembering something, she added, "also, you might want to put on the beanie in your pack."

As she said that, she rummaged through her own bag.

Magabelle blinked, and, at the mention of the beanie, she flung off her pack and rummaged for a moment to find what Bethany was talking about. In a pocket, she found a short beanie--damn herself for getting her hopes up on obtaining some of her warm clothes that she'd stupidly left behind again--one of the scrunchies that she saw boys use a lot, and... she opened the container that was inside to find makeup. She squinted at it, unable to discern the use for the items, then looked to Beth.

"What's all this for?" she asked.

Beth began to pull out her own set of garb similar to Mag's own. A beanie and some makeup.

"It's so we don't stand out... too much," she said, tying up her hair. "We're still going to show as having better quality clothes than many here, not to mention hats and the like, but our masks are a dead giveaway to our race. We've got to change that."

She uncapped a silver tin with a pop. The material she had looked suspiciously of eyeshadow.

"Have you seen an octoling before?" she asked Mag as she beckoned One to come to her so she could do his 'makeup.'

Mag made a brief "hm," sound at Beth's answer. They weren't here for any malevolent reason, though... she shrugged internally, knowing people can't just tell that.

"No, I haven't," she replied; she bundled the three items from the pack in one hand so she could slip the pack back on.

"Alright then..." she'd already finished with One's face; the work wasn't amazing, but his mask looked totally different.

While Mag hadn't been looking she'd prepared another tin of skin-pigment coverup and had been painting and brushing One's face into something a little different.

Dark-purple almost-black rings now surrounded his eyes where his mask had been. Sharp edges angled away from his pupils leaving the albino inkling looking almost dangerous.

"Their eyes look something like this," Beth explained by way of example.

Mag looked at One's makeup job curiously. "I see..."


As soon as Mag had responded, Beth finished. Turning from One, she gestured for Mag's makeup, as it appeared these were a slightly different tint than One's--Beth said something about One having a different complexion than Mag.

"Now could you sit up straight and hold still?" she asked, not unkindly. "I need to apply this and we need to make it look believable."

"Uh, alright," Mag said, glancing down at the tin briefly before giving it to Beth as requested. She then put the inside of the beanie and held it like a pouch without a string, and pushed her front tentacles behind her back and ears before staying still.

Beth took up her brush and the Mag's tin. It took a few moments,and the experience tickled here and there, but soon they were done.

After they had put away their things, Beth took out a compact mirror and held it up for Mag.

"What do you think? How do you look?"

Mag blinked, looking into the mirror.

"...Different?" she answered, shrugging.

Beth smirked. "That all? Well, I suppose that was the intention, so let's hope it's good enough."

Setting herself down, she put own her own mask and closed the compact.

"Alright. Which way?" Beth asked, "or should we flip a coin?"

Mag glanced around, then, remembering the other items she had, stopped holding the beanie closed and took the scrunchie out. She put the beanie on top of her pack and the scrunchie in her mouth, taking the uppermost portion of her long tentacles and tucking them behind her ears, then pulled them up high--she switched to using one hand to hold the tentacle bunch and took the scrunchie out of her mouth, proceeding to pull her tentacles through it, then let go. She felt them weigh down, but they did not fall.

She picked the beanie up again and put it on her head, hiding the newly put up tentacles, then londered Beth's question. She looked each way and a frown came onto her face. She really had no idea what to do after coming here...

"...Flip a coin," she answered.

Beth nodded. "Heads left, tails right, then."

She produced a coin from a wallet in her back pocket. Then she handed it to One. The young Inkling looked struck.

"You do the honors," Beth said, warmly smiling.

"B-b-but," One stammered, the weight responsibility seeping into his stammering.

"Just as we practiced, come on. You can do this."

"I-I..." One took a deep breath. He positioned the coin with incredible concentration, then with a trembling thumb, he flicked up.

The coin landed on the drab, clay below and it took them a few seconds to find it, but it came down on heads.

"Left then?" Beth asked and confirmed.

Mag flashed a brief smile at One. "Yeah. Sounds good."

They continued down the path for some time, aimlessly with purpose. Neither sure where they were going nor what they'd do when they got there, but each person with a clear idea of what they wanted to do in their minds.

In about an hour, the path led down to a fenced off area curving inwards. Looking to the right, there was a tower build from clay bricks. Little window-holes popped out from the sides that the group could see. Light filtering out into this dark abyss.

For a brief moment, Mag spotted someone through the window before they disappeared into the drab grey.

What now?
 

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She stared. The mirror stared back, unmoving and empty.

This wasn't right. This wasn't supposed to happen. Alga had been intending on helping the Word do their job, going and talking to the Greater Student like they had (she assumed) wanted. She hadn't meant to stick them inside of a rock. Now they were stuck, and she was alone.

Alga turned her head to look at the mirror she had just come out of, watching one of the many visages of herself as they looked back at her. There was something uncomfortable in her chest, a tight, unfamiliar pressure that made her frown and forced the grip around the stone to tighten. Her feet carried her forward, and she could see the scenic area in her mind's eye like she hadn't even left the place.

She hadn't meant for this to happen and she was going to fix it, one way or another. The mission could wait.

Go To: Temple
 
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Alga ==> Go To: Temple

I
t took less than a moment for Alga to crawl through the dresser mirror, march through her door and gallivant through the temple's ornate entrance.


Alga held out the red stone for the Greater Student to see, but he hadn't seemed to notice her coming in. He was completely absorbed in his scrolls again.

She moved forward to get his attention, but before she'd taken more than a few steps, he growled, "Don't you have something more important to do?"
 

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Alga could feel the trepidation building in the gut of her stomachs, an automatic reaction to any reaction perceived as less than positive. She pushed it down.

"...It didn't dissolve. Why?"

Talk: The Greater Student
 

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In the endless stream of possible decisions, only one question stuck in Max's head: Where the fry did Wade learn those kinds of acrobatics?

Kelp, right. It took a moment, but he shook himself from his stupor. The bubble. Those Deepview scum could definitely see it; they weren't magical mirror men like Wade, after all. Chances were, they didn't give two fries about the corruption or their own miasma, either.

He frowned. Releasing the barrier wasn't an option; not here, in the middle of the miasma, and especially not with Wade around. And yet... shell, it'd taken him so much effort just to make the bubble this big in the first place. If he shrunk it down only to expand it again, he'd just feel more strain...

Wade's rushing shadow caught him in the midst of his thoughts. Fry it; there wasn't time to think. He'd just have to deal with the consequences as they came.

He threw out an open palm, beckoning for Wade as he did, clenched his teeth, and focused the bubble to the diameter of his arm.

Resize Bubble
 

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Max ==> Resize Bubble

> Resize Bubble (Savvy + Charisma)
> Seen Before (+1), Resizing Not Recasting (+1), Some Stress (-1)
> Base Pool 6 => Dice Pool 7
> 3 Successes


Max held the image in his mind, focused on his outstretched hand. Smaller. He had to make it smaller.

If this power was like a new muscle, then this was a micro movement. Like learning to write or use a spoon. It felt like he was trying to make small, accurate movements with limbs he'd never had before now.

As he finagled the feeling, there was just as much relaxing as there tension. He was like a child grasping a pencil like a sword, trying to spell his name.

Minutes squeezed into the seconds that passed in that slow, intense moment. But in time, the bubble receded, leaving just him and Wade:
a mote of light in the darkness.
 

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Magabelle squinted at the window-hole, trying to confirm what she saw, but quickly gave up. What was this place? Some kind of outpost or something...? She looked the mesh fence up and down, then looked to Bethany. "What's this?"

Talk: Bethany
 

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Alga ==> Talk: Greater Student

"...It didn't dissolve. Why?" Alga asked, following suit and skipping any preamble.

"What didn't?" The old man asked, in flippant, growling tones.

"The stone. That you put the Word in. You said it would dissolve and it didn't. They're not in their mirror."

He looked at her with the oddest expression. "It didn't?"

"...No."

Alga felt herself relax, just a smidgen. He was as clueless as she was, it looked like.

"Hmm..."

He looked her up and down.

"It's possible that your own personal abilities are getting in the way of the rules of the domains," he explained. "That is the usual explanation for odd phenomena."

"...How do you mean...?"

There wasn't too much she could do, as far as she thought. Most of her abilities had to do with seeing. How that got in the way of anything was beyond her.

"Hard to say," the student taught, "most powers are a journey of discovery and have varied capabilities. One facet isn't always definitive of the whole."

"...Is there anything I can do, then...? I don't want them stuck there for...h-however long it takes to figure myself out."

That could take months. Even years. She didn't want them stuck there indefinitely while she fiddled around without a clue of herself.

That could take months. Even years. She didn't want them stuck there indefinitely while she fiddled around without a clue of herself.


"Experiment," the man said, matter-of-factly. He held up his hand and the green pillar glowed bright. Chartreuse polygons coalesced from nothing and came together to make an armlet.
"This, too, should dissolve upon leaving Unreality. All things that originate from here should." He sat back down.

Alga watched him create the object with only a slight sense of wonder to her expression; the situation being what it was, she found her capacity for marvelling at things probably less than what it might've been. Worry was too prevalent.

 
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Continued from above...

But...there was nothing else she could do. Except experiment, she guessed, but that was going to behard all on its own.

Holding in a sigh, she felt the heat leave her the same instance she took the band into her hold, as though banished by its touch.

"...Okay. I guess."
 
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As Alga slowly moved to once again exit the temple, her mind swarmed with the words that the Greater Student had imparted on her. If the problem wasn't with the world itself, then the problem was with her somehow, and the idea made guilt twist in her stomach. She might've been keeping the Word confined and she didn't even know how she was doing it.

Experiment... How? Most of her power was with seeing, wasn't it? Not too much she could do with that. She could sort of make things in the mirror world, but that was kind of the opposite of what she was wanting right now.

This was...going to be hard.

But, at least the old man had offered to help. Even if that meant she would have to do what the Word had asked of her first. She would just...need to make it quick.

Go Home
 

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With all the books in his arms, Wade slipped into Max's radius as they both backed into the supposed darkness.

Wade supposed he'd feel more freaked out, seeing the actual darkness they were submerging themselves in, but the invisible was also unnerving. Just in a different way. It didn't feel like being consumed by darkness so Wade supposed the barrier was working, but there in lay another problem; would the barrier let them be seen?

Before Wade had to say anything, Max dramatically held out his hand, closing his grip with intense focus. Clearly he was doing something to the barrier, probably shrinking it. He could probably see that a large gap in the darkness would give them away.

Wade couldn't see it though and the space between the edge of the room and them was literally transparent. "Are we going to be o--" Wade began to whisper, but then stopped himself.

He just needed to let Max focus and keep up this bubble. If they were safe in the darkness, they were good. If not, then they weren't good and that was another problem.

For now, Wade stuck close to Max, staying quiet and apprehensively watching through doorway.

Hide
Examine/Listen: to guards
 

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Max/Wade ==> Hide

"Oy'm tellin' ya. Someone. Was 'ere," a man said as he walked into the room.
He was lanky, with curled tentacles which bounced with each step.

"And Oy'm tellin' ya," a huffy girl scoffed, "we shouldn' even be this close."

The man shivered, "yeah, oy don' like it either but... wha' if someone..."

"Who?" she snapped, quietly. "Who even?"

The man was quiet. He turned to look toward the room.

Wade unconsciously flinched, prompting a glare from Max. They were looking right at them. They were looking right at them!

"Oy know yer worried," the girl went on. "s' important tha we keep food on the table..."

"Ya don't 'ave kids," he hissed. "Ya don' really get it. What 'ould 'appen if Oy left 'em alone?"

The girl clearly bristled at this but forcibly let it go. "But. There's no one 'ere. An' there's a realer problem: if we're caught not carvin'"

The man was quiet.

"Com'mon," the girl cooed, her frustration giving way to the a little fear and empathy. "Le's git."

The two start to walk back.

Max was as tense as ever, but Wade could feel tons of despair sloughing off his back. It showed.

Max could see Wade clearly relaxing and looked him over with a disapproving scowl, a bead of sweat rolling down his cheek.

The two are walking away. What now?
 

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Alga ==> Go Home:

The way home was a path of contemplation. How was she keeping the Word trapped? How was she going to release them?

In the end, she walked out and into her room again with the stone and... yes the bracelet seems to hold form as well.

Alga was frustrated at herself for the Word's entrapment. For not being able to control whatever this was. Even if the old man had said that she'd need to go down a 'journey of discovery,' if this was something she was doing,
she should be able to control it, shouldn't she?

The
self-depreciation turned to her own ink color. It was just the same. A deep, ugly brown. Something she should be able to control but just can't!

Alga
grit her teeth as she flopped on the bed.

...what now?
 

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Mag ==> Talk: Beth

"What's this?" Mag asked.


"I don't know," Beth responded, simply. "But I don't like it. It looks too much like a watchtower. And since there's a fence we're either outside... or in."


"I feel like a watchtower is meant to be on the outside." Mag glanced around and tried to see if there was any other sign that indicated what side they were on.


> Mag Examine for Side of Fence (Savvy + Academics)

> Dice Pool 6
> 2 Successes

Since they were still some distance from the watchtower, Mag moved a little to change their angle.

With the distance, it was hard to make out, but there seemed to be a number of portals on the side of the building. It stood to reason that they had vision in both directions.

Did that mean there wasn't really an inside and outside, but it was more a border? Or was this an enclosure where you'd need to watch from all directions? Either way, there was a good chance that they'd been seen.

"Uh..." Mag mumbled, trying to discern something exact, but... "I can't tell. Could be just one wall?"


"One wall," Beth asked.


"M-me?" One responded, perking up.


"No, not you honey," Beth assured. One nodded and lay back on the ground to watch a clay rock. "What do you mean by one wall?"


Mag glanced at One. "Like, it could be only one fence line, so not something enclosed. Maybe."


Beth hmm'd. "Either way, it'd be good if we--"


An alarm blared suddenly. One shot up off the ground. Beth stood up straighter, if that was possible.

It was the tower.

"We need to go!" she interjected loudly.


But where? There were basically two options: run down the path or run into the gray, crater-pocked landscape.

What will it be?
 

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Germana: Begrudgingly Follow

After they’d walked down the hall a bit, the girl huffed to catch up. She couldn’t help but wonder who the heck this person was. Since she was sure she couldn’t get a word in edgewise between the Jaxy-boy and the eyeless wonder she resolved to listen.


So,” Jax begin, “they actually built the place, huh?

They were righ’ Oy s’pose,” Felix shrugged.

Guess we lost that bet,” Jax admitted.

Yeah maybe, but they woulda lost their lives--or at least their careers--‘f they’d done things their way. Pff. ‘Too cynical.’ Bah!” Felix spat, cursing whoever they were talking about. Or the world. Or both. “Aelia ‘n’ Cal’d be dead ‘f they ‘adn’t ‘ad me run the fookin’ thing.

Oh?” Jax retorted.

Germana’s eyes locked on Felix too. Him. Running something? Pft.

Yeh,” Felix sighed. “Mar’ ‘n’ me were all like--‘y’ can’ let jus’ anyun ‘elp ya wif the construction’--’n’ we were forced ta actually screen people. Gods below! ...that took forever.

Wait, back up,” Jax began.

Backin’ up.

Marie.

Mar’.

She was… doing…

Doin’...

She was doing work?” Jax finished, his deadpan lilting into a tone of surprise on the last word.

Yeh! Crazy, Oy know.

Germana saw an opportunity and cut in, “
‘n’ you? Doin’ work?

No’un asked ya Germ’.” Felix responded grinning at her.

She could not, for the life of her, understand why everyone listened to Felix. Listening to Aelia made sense. She had military training. She had moxie. She had a commanding aura. She was positive, but realistic. Effective.

Felix was just lazy and could fast-talk and Aelia’s friend.
The two boys continued to banter as Germana seethed.

Was that why wasn’t she second-in-command? She worked hard. She practiced reading books. Books without pictures!
She was always training! Felix was barely even here!?

And who was this stranger anyway? She knew that working with Inklings was ‘an important step’ and all and that ‘this place had been built by Inklings you know’ but Germana couldn’t help but see the enemy whenever she saw them.

But then
a thought occurred. A thought of a stubborn but well-meaning Inkling. Of pink. Then pang of regret shot through her. Then her thoughts shut up.

...and then ‘e said ‘OY JUS’ LIKE BUCKETS OKAY!’” Felix finished, clearly the punchline to something Germana had missed.

Odd,” Jax mused. “A friend of mine said that just a few days ago.

Well, oy guess ya ‘ang around a similar crowd o’ losers that what we ‘ad puttin’ this all together.

I’m still amazed that you got this all built so quickly…

Well, wasn’ totally built per se…” Felix trailed off, then came back with gusto. “T’was already ‘ere! Jus’ a bunker buried by a ‘uge clearstrike! Prolly some leftover military thing.

I see.

I see,” Felix mimicked, cloyingly.

Jax was not amused.

Felix continued. “
Uh. But yea, ‘fore Aelia joined the military, she, like, lived ‘ere ‘r summut. So yeh, we got it all fixed up and now ‘s what it is: a ‘ome fer a new generation o’ progressive Octarians!

Jax looked around slowly. Mockingly. At the empty hallway. And the empty rooms. And the sterile environment. Then, he looked back to Felix.

Well… we’re still lookin fer recruits! Empires aren’ built ‘n just a day after all!

I’m only teasing.” Jax said. “But is that what you needed to talk about in person? Or…

Well, yes kinda. And no, not at all.

Specific.

Tha’s me!” Felix chirped, “But oy needed ta change plans when Oy found out that ‘t’was you. Now if ye’ll just follow me into this locked room--not you Germ--we’ll carry on with this there. In private.

He looked to Germana before closing the door on her.

Germana stared blankly.

Kick the Door
 

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She didn't want to get up, and for a good ten or so minutes, she made no move to. She was too frustrated. Useless, completely useless, wasn't she?

Why was it her that stupid things ended up happening to? Maybe if she'd had normal ink, she wouldn't have to deal with people leering and jeering more than they already did. Maybe if she'd been able to keep her anxiety under control, been more confident, she could have been able to deal with them better.

She wondered, somewhere in the back of her mind, if she might've been able to control what happened to her mom too. It sure could've changed a lot, she bet.

Alga huffed and looked at the ruby stone, feeling her chest ease the longer she stared. The smooth stone reflected her face just barely, heavy in her grasp and without blemish. It was still hard to believe that the Word was stuck inside there.

"...Sorry." The word trickled out of her, barely a whisper in the air. "I...mess a lot of things up." A flash of pink in her mind as though to reaffirm her statement. She pushed it back.

The bed creaked as she moved to sit. The backpack lay discarded beside her, gun spilling from within, and the armlet sat precariously towards her bed's opposite edge where she had tossed it. She was nervous about this trip, much like she was nervous about everything else. The other temple, the crumbling one, didn't have the same welcoming air as the one she had been to just before. It looked unnerving. And it had water. It would be easy to call it off, hunker in bed and forget the whole thing.

Alga scoffed to herself and hopped to a stand, reaching for her desk to grab a sticky-note. Fat chance.

Going to be gone awhile. Try to be back tonight. Sorry

It was quick work to take it to the kitchen and set it to the table, and in barely a few minutes she was equipped with the gun in her hands and the backpack against her shoulders. Both armlet and stone were settled in its confines along with the jar of water and a sandwich she had snagged coming back, and she wondered momentarily if she would need anything else. It shouldn't take too long, right...?

Nerves running hot, anxious determination in the ink that made up her form, Alga moved to clamor through the mirror. This was going to suck.

Go to: Ruined Temple
 

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