foolishmortals | THE MOCK WEEK

[You find yourself waking in a large dressing room, incredibly spacious, but in intense disarray. The bed is comfortable enough, and each room seems to be equipped with a working bathroom and shower, so it's at least livable. But aesthetically, the place has hit the floor.

The horrifying clock mounted on the wall reads 9 am. After enough searching, you'll find a large tourist-y map of the studio on one of the dressers. An ominous note attached to the map with a paperclip reads "12PM WAITING AREA". It's not like you have any choice in the matter, seeing as there doesn't seem to be any way out.

Upon exiting the dressing room, you note a crooked star attached to the door bearing your name. There are 24 others like this, bearing names that you may or may not recognize. A quick tour around the studio reveals it to be in a similar state of disrepair, but something doesn't sit...right with you. Though the place is certainly creepy, you get strange vibes as you explore the building. As you move about the dust-filled halls of the abandoned building, you may spot movement out of the corner of your eye, or hear strange noises from behind you. It's nothing to be worried about, though...right?

At the very least, you'll find some comfort. The projection room and attached theater still seem to be in working order, though you'll have to manually grab one of the reels off the wall and start the thing yourself. In addition, the waiting area and lounge are both filled with reading materials, and the later features a large stage and a microphone. The commissary seems to replenish itself with food whenever you take your eyes off of it, ensuring that we won't be going hungry anytime soon. There are also cabinets full of ingredients and a small kitchen should you not trust whatever your benefactor is placing out for you.

Fortunately for them, the smaller individuals amongst your party won't find a great deal of difficulty moving around. Though their beds remain oversized, there seem to be appropriately-sized staircases and escalators placed about in appropriate spots, so as to make their lives easier. After all, they can't just keep relying on the others to get up to the cabinets and such, can they?

While you're waiting to find out what the deal here is, you might as well come out and socialize.]

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I've been able to find no cleaning supplies. He seems to enjoy living in this state. Or perhaps he hopes it will drive us to commit murder.

[ At least Ansem is behaving himself, although he's... Not touching the food at all. Sorry, but unless something has changed, he's actually not the kind who eats human food. ~~Hearts, however.~~ ]

More to the point, however, I do not believe his claims of time travel. While he must have powerful magic on his side to have bound something like me to this place, unable to leave or even access most of my powers, the laws of time are... Absolute.

Edited 2017-05-10 12:51 (UTC)

All this talk of magic does put me a little out of my group [league], but we know we have come from different times. It was 1977 for me, and others mentioned 1995 and 2012. What do you know of "worlds?" Somebody said something about it that first day!

There are many worlds. Time is meaningless in that sense. While it could be 1977 for you, it could be 3020 for another on a different world. The Judge has simply managed to bring us all to a singular, specific world against our will and trapped us here. I've been to worlds that are medieval as well as futuristic and fantastic. It truly depends on if you can travel to them or not.

So everyone here is from entirely separate realms, and whatever apparatus that dreadful man has built has opened the walls between them.

[oh.]

Yeah, that happens surprisingly often.

[Yikes. Yikes yikes yikes he does not like where this conversation is going at all and he can't even totally put his finger on why because he's forgot half of why it has him so discombobulated.

But he knows what that portal was meant to do, even if he can't remember what happened the first time they got it working. He doesn't remember that night at all and that's probably for the best.]

I've seen technology that could do it before. Theoretically.

[He's... not going to mention he helped build it. Nah.]

If this judge fellow's got hold of somethin' like it somehow it wouldn't surprise me.

Travel between worlds is common... If you know how to traverse the corridors. You wouldn't necessarily need a portal if you are comfortable treading through corridors of darkness that claw at your very heart. I traverse them regularly. There are those who use ships, as well.

[ At least he's talking about it openly. ]

[Well hey, now, he didn't say anything about portals. Or maybe he did and doesn't remember? But he doesn't usually lose things that fast. Usually. Maybe it's getting worse.

At any rate.]

Well then the real question's how'd he drag us all down the, uh. The corridors. Without us knowin' until we showed up?

We could have walked down them ourselves and forgotten about it. Mind control.

[She says, disgruntled, as if it's an annoyance.]

[KIMBERLY HOW COULD YOU]

Oh sweet lord, I hope that's not it. Than what's stoppin' him makin' one of us kill another?

[LIKE, SHE HATES MIND CONTROL, BUT IT'S A POSSIBILITY!!!]

Ohh... That's, huh. [YIKES-] Um, maybe it being our choice is more...evil?

Yeah like.... what's the point of making us do it if we do it ourselves? It's typical bad guy stuff.

[And. Wow. This gets more messed up by the second.]

This is horrible. We must stop him before someone gets hurt!

Free will makes these things much more exciting.

[...okay when the hell did he get here. he's just. casually in the corner, sitting on a chair. he doesn't have his weasel patrol flanking him, but it's clear from his hand being tucked away that he has some sort of sidearm in his pocket. but for right now, he's casually nursing one of the bowls of soup and a few crackers.

surprise, bitch. I bet you thought you'd seen the last of me.]

Edited 2017-05-11 02:04 (UTC)

[WOW RUDE]

How can you speak of these things like that?

Very easily, since you asked.

[With a yelp of surprise, Kimberly jumps up almost on instinct, fists up and prepared for defense should it...be needed.]

When did you get here?!

Three minutes ago.

[casually slurping soup sup kim.]

[Tip strolls over casually, before raising a hand to try and snatch his crackers. And maybe knock over the soup bowl too.]

[i mean he just kinda watches her take his crackers. but he has a tight enough grip on the soup bowl atm that it's not really worth it. rude.]

Not a wise move when you're dealing with somebody who's armed.

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pardonmylanguage - 2017-05-11 02:12 (UTC) - Expand

[she wants to punch you in the face, that's what's up]

No goons this time?

notjustanytoon - 2017-05-11 02:10 (UTC) - Expand

pinkflip - 2017-05-11 02:53 (UTC) - Expand

[JESUS CHRIST HE THINKS HE JUST HAD A HEART ATTACK

FIRST MURDER VICTIM RIGHT H-- oh no. No it's fine. He was just. Very spooked. Gonna just sit here and try to remember how to do a breathe. Wheeeeeeze.]

[Whips her head at him. Like the others, Wendy's pretty surprised, but Doom has the problem of not being a shapeshifting abomination, so the shock is lessened. Somewhat.]

Okay... really? Do you just pop out at any time?

Ohhh, no, he doesn't need a machine if he's got a pair of dimensional scissors!

Speaking of "this state," the soundstage is a mess. Almost all the walls are smashed and the electrical sockets don't work anymore.