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Mar. 17th, 2022


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[No Subject]


[info]knifeofdunwall
[info]valloic
As you escape through the door in Butler’s Pantry, first there is darkness.

Then there is sound: a deep voice, no longer echoing with the pain of the leviathans, no longer disconnected from time and space. “Thanks,” it says.

Light filters in at last, and you open your eyes (did you close them? You can’t remember) on the room where you went to sleep before this madness gripped you.

You’re home.

[info]alphawolf69
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Loop Three: The Loopening


[info]alphawolf69
[info]valloic
The Third Loop: Chat and Discovers for IC Discussion )

[info]knifeofdunwall
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[info]knifeofdunwall
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[No Subject]


[info]knifeofdunwall
[info]valloic
“What’s up, sluts?” A voice that could only belong to a degenerate fratboy pharma-bro who got into and out of university on his daddy’s money rings out through the speakers in every room.

You’ve only just gotten a look at the slab in front of you, calling to you, giving you a sense of what it can help you do when everything freezes. That awful voice is silenced–everything is silenced. People around you stop moving. There is one door open, and it goes into a lonely island of rock in the Void.

“Come in.” You’ve heard this voice before, coming from the radio. Low and weary, it seems to echo with the lonely music of creatures long extinct and the vastness of space and time.

As you step through, you find yourself alone on a floating island of black stone.

…or maybe not alone. In a swirl of ash, a man appears. You may have glimpsed him before, in a strange portrait or when you invited him in for a glass of whiskey and called him Dad.

“I can’t keep you here for long, but I have a gift for you: time. Time to plan, to talk to each other here, where you won’t be interrupted. It should last…” The man grimaces. “I’ve lost track of what time means anymore. An hour? A day? A century? They all feel the same to me now. Suffice it to say that it won’t last as long as you’d like, but it will give you a head start on the idiot and his idiot army. Good luck.”

The man disappears once again, leaving you alone with your phone, where the screen reads:

VOID CHAT

[info]alphawolf69
[info]valloic

[info]alphawolf69
[info]valloic

Loop Three: Void Chat


[info]alphawolf69
[info]valloic
If at first you don't succeed, die, die again. )

Mar. 16th, 2022


[info]alphawolf69
[info]valloic

[info]alphawolf69
[info]valloic

Loop Two: Void Chat


[info]alphawolf69
[info]valloic
Are you dead? AGAIN? You've come to the right place: It's void chat! )

[info]alphawolf69
[info]valloic

[info]alphawolf69
[info]valloic

Loop Two, Baby!


[info]alphawolf69
[info]valloic
The Second Loop: Chat and Discovers for IC Discussion )

[info]knifeofdunwall
[info]valloic

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Somewhere Else...


[info]knifeofdunwall
[info]valloic
The Void itself rattles, and in this corner of it, time resets. Once again, you are guests at an event that has been alternately described as "Rob Zombie's birthday party" and "a terribly planned orgy." You're in the same room as you were the last time you woke up in this situation, but armed with new knowledge, and perhaps a shotgun or two.

“What’s up, sluts?” A voice that could only belong to a degenerate fratboy pharma-bro who got into and out of university on his daddy’s money rings out through the speakers in every room. “The DEVOURING OF THE LAMBS has begun! If you’re not down for some serious debauchery, report to the main stage so we can get you out of here!”

Before you have time to respond, a voice comes from your phone’s speaker. It’s deep and rough, like whiskey poured through gravel. Masculine, but hard to pin an age on, and there’s an echo of something strange in it. This voice feels disconnected from reality as you know it…but you’ve heard it before.

“Aleksis Dorsey doesn’t remember the last Loop. None of them do, except for you…and me. Everything now is exactly as it was when you first arrived–objects, people, places, codes, rumors, all the same. I’ve placed your gifts a little differently this time, though. Maybe, combined with what you know now, you’ll get a little more use out of them. Or maybe you’ll run screaming and naked into a ballroom full of sociopaths. The choices are all yours. If you want to spend millennia listening to terrible music and getting repeatedly murdered, I can’t stop you. I can, however, implore you: please don’t do that. Destroy the anchors. Find the one of your comrades that I can’t touch. Get out of here.

Mar. 15th, 2022


[info]alphawolf69
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[info]alphawolf69
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The End of Loop One: 1:57am


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[info]valloic
[ Audible in all Rooms and outside at the Dorsey Mansion ]

"Hello one and all," drawls the now-familiar voice of Aleksis Dorsey over the loudspeaker. "It's a few minutes before 2:00am, and I'm very tired. Are you as tired as I am? This party didn't turn out like I wanted. Sure, we killed a bunch of people, but for what? Well. I'll tell you for what. One sec, lemme just do this oooooone little thing, and I'll tell you a little about my father, Carlton Dorsey, and his life philosophy..."

There's a rustling noise as someone is pushed up to the microphone, and Aleksis says with false cheer:

"Say hello, Captain."

"FUCK YOU," yells Colt Vahn, who sounds as pissed as he does scared. "FUCK YOU, YOU SADSACK PIECE OF FLAMING RICHBOY SHI--"

"Say goodbye, Captain," Aleksis smoothly interrupts, and there is another rustling sound, and then... the tell-tale sound of the meat grinder. "All right. So let me tell you all about Daddy Dorsey, and what he said about success..."

Aleksis launches into a truly awful blathering about how amazing he is: "You know I took a modest inheritance and a company worth millions, and become a billionaire by… twenty-one, right? I’ll tell you how! I’ll fucking lay it out. It’s all about attitude, swagger. I walk into a room and with just one wink, I let everyone know: I own you. You answer to me. It's natural. It's nature. It's just how I am. How I always have been..."

[ Everyone has time for an IC reaction. Just say in your IC reaction to this post where they were when they heard this, what they thought, etc. Then... the Loop ends. It'll start back up... tomorrow ]

[info]alphawolf69
[info]valloic

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[info]valloic

Void Chat One Timeline and Chat


[info]alphawolf69
[info]valloic
Are you dead? You've come to the right place: It's void chat! )

[info]alphawolf69
[info]valloic

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[info]valloic

Loop One Timeline and Chat


[info]alphawolf69
[info]valloic
The Loop: Chat and Discovers for IC Discussion )

[info]knifeofdunwall
[info]valloic

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Somewhere Else...


[info]knifeofdunwall
[info]valloic
It could almost be mistaken for another dream. You floated past edifices of stone, great leviathans of the deep, streets of times gone by, fractions of wars that have yet to happen, and at last, a darkness so deep it seems to have weight and texture. You reach out, and the darkness takes form: an art deco mansion with atompunk-style technology and a masquerade party in full swing.

An unknown mask covers your face–a look at the others around you suggests that your mask is probably of a wolf’s head just like the rest of them. You appear to be wearing party clothes (of player’s choice). Most distressingly, you’ve been dropped into one of the mansion’s many public rooms.

Your phone is with you, but its capabilities are noticeably reduced: you’re down to a plain black screen, a keyboard, and a group chat with a series of usernames.

“What’s up, sluts?!”

A voice that could only belong to a degenerate fratboy pharma-bro who got into and out of university on his daddy’s money rings out through the speakers in every room. “The DEVOURING OF THE LAMBS has begun! If you’re not down for some serious debauchery, report to the main stage so we can get you out of here!”

Before you have time to respond, a voice comes from a radio at your hip. It’s deep and rough, like whiskey poured through gravel. Masculine, but hard to pin an age on, and there’s an echo of something strange in it. This voice feels disconnected from reality as you know it.

“That's Aleksis Dorsey,” the voice states, a faint sigh in it. “Business magnate. Plague profiteer. Self-proclaimed alpha wolf. When he says get you out of here he means he’ll throw you in his meat-grinder. He’s reveling in the Loop, a consequence-free cycle of debauchery that resets every four hours. Even death is only momentary here, and no escape from the mindless cycle.

Because Dorsey is a fool, he’s never questioned the ways in which the Loop is unstable or who or what keeps it running. Three objects, along with the man himself, are all that keep this island anchored in the Void. I don’t like it in my space, but my ability to intervene directly is...limited. All I can do is place a few gifts. Find the anchors, destroy them, and get this bastard’s house out of my house.

Just know that whatever you do, our choices always matter to someone, somewhere, and sooner or later, the consequences come back to us. Be ready for what comes.”