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<blockquote data-quote="Janx" data-source="post: 5374280" data-attributes="member: 8835">&lt;OoC&gt;since we seem to be able to introduce elements,&nbsp; let's see what all we can introduce...namely some character ideas I had...Don't worry, it'll fit.&lt;/OoC&gt;I grab my duster from the truck.&nbsp; I really shouldn't have taken it off, but it was getting warm out.&nbsp; Odds are good one of the protection symbols on it affected the truck as well, since the symbols were bonded to me.&nbsp; I hop in Brent's extended cab dually and drive up to the cave.&nbsp; 7/8 of a tank should last us awhile if we're frugal.I get out, and check on the rest of the guys.&nbsp; Brent's hand wasn't badly hurt, and he's got the pistol back in it, dutifully watching the tunnel.&nbsp; Paul's fiddling with his iPhone, muttering something about no signal.&nbsp; He says, &quot;uh guys, the GPS isn't picking up any satellites, and my iPhone's got no bars. What the heck happened out there?&quot;I chime in, &quot;that's because they're gone. Well more like, we're gone.&nbsp; Hey, where's Ned?&quot;Brent says, &quot;I thought he was with you.&nbsp; And why are you wearing that stupid duster?&quot;Ned steps out of the shadows, chuckling, &quot;Brent, I thought you were watching the tunnel.&nbsp; You didn't even see me sneak down there and back.&nbsp; It's clear, by the way.&quot;Brent jumps back, &quot;How'd you do that?&nbsp; I was watching the whole time.&quot;Paul sighs exasperatedly, &quot;I guess the cat's out of the bag.&nbsp; Brent, your good buddy's the Wizard of Houston.&nbsp; I'm a pirate, software, that is.&nbsp; And Ned, zombie epidemic fanatic, is a ninja.&nbsp; That makes you, dear tinman, our resident paladin.&quot;Ned snickers, &quot;Cool, we're a D&amp;D party in a dungeon.&quot;Brent bristles, &quot;You dorks, this isn't a damned game. I got family out there.&nbsp; Are they OK or not?&quot;I calmly explain, &quot;Take it easy.&nbsp; Your family's probably safe.&nbsp; It seems that we have shifted realities.&nbsp; So we got some trouble, but we can handle it.&nbsp; Ned really is a ninja.&nbsp; Or at least he's mastered hiding really well.&nbsp; And Paul really is a pirate, though I'm not quite sure how 50 terabytes of copyrighted material is gonna help us.&nbsp; And I really am a wizard.&nbsp; Not like that Harry Dresden guy, he's just fictional.&quot;Brent replies, &quot;You are so full of crap.&nbsp; This ain't no time to be joking man.&quot;&quot;Remember that Cat 1 hurricane we got last year, that popped up out of nowhere in the gulf and hit that oil company?&nbsp; Funny what happens when you manipulate air currents and air pressure.&nbsp; And see this here funny packet of cornflakes?&nbsp; Never seen any cereal in packets.&nbsp; Least not from our earth.&nbsp; Plus the whole parking lot's been replaced with a field, and the trees look funny.&quot;Brent says, &quot;Oh.&nbsp; Good point.&nbsp; Except for the Wizard thing. I still call <img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /><img src="https://cdn.jsdelivr.net/joypixels/assets/8.0/png/unicode/64/1f642.png" class="smilie smilie--emoji" loading="lazy" width="64" height="64" alt=":)" title="Smile&nbsp; &nbsp; :)"&nbsp; data-smilie="1"data-shortname=":)" /> on that.&quot;&quot;Hey no problem.&nbsp; I'm not sure how much power I have in this reality anyway.&nbsp; I suspect I do, since everything that's near something I charged up is here.&quot;Paul cocks his head, &quot;Huh?&nbsp; You planted something on us?&quot;&quot;You know those cool rings I made for everybody for christmass last year?&nbsp; Yeah, those are protection rings.&nbsp; Wierd stuff happens to people around me, I thought it was prudent.&quot;Ned adds, &quot;So are these Rings of Protection +1?&quot;&quot;uh, no dude.&nbsp; That's just&nbsp; a game.&nbsp; Power doesn't work that way anyway.&quot;Brent asks, &quot;So what do we do now?&nbsp; Are we stuck here?&nbsp; Is there a way to get back home?&quot;&quot;Technically, I'm not sure.&nbsp; If I had a circle, like what've got back at the lighthouse, we might be able to use that to form a link and shift.&nbsp; Assuming that I am correct that this is a parallel reality.&nbsp; I could use my Sight and see if I can see into other realms from here.&nbsp; That's usually a tough and confusing process.&quot;Paul confusedly asks, &quot;You can see other realities?&nbsp; No way.&quot;&quot;Yeah, I can.&nbsp; its kind of like that one Nick Cage movie, where he sees all possible futures, but completely different.&nbsp; Highly probable events cause more repeated reality commonalities.&nbsp; Its how any psychics see the future, they just don't explain it very well.&nbsp;&nbsp; Hey, can Paul use your shotgun?&nbsp; Without it, he's pretty useless outdoors.&quot;Brent exclaims, &quot;Has he ever shot a gun?&quot;&quot;Well, probably not.&nbsp; Hmm. Good point.&nbsp; Maybe he should carry this stick. It's mostly harmless.&quot;Paul indignantly says, &quot;I'm standing right here.&nbsp; I can use a shotgun.&nbsp; Gimme, gimme gimme.&quot;Brent says,&nbsp; &quot;Hell no.&nbsp; Your just gonna go full retard and get me shot.&quot;Ned snorts. &quot;Good point.&nbsp; Give it to me.&nbsp; I've been voted least likely to shoot a party member in the back.&quot;Paul pouts, &quot;I don't think you can say full retard anymore.&nbsp; It's insensitive to the mentally handicapped.&quot;&quot;If we come across any mentally handicapped individuals, we'll be sure to not use the R word.&nbsp; Until then, let's quit the jaw-jacking and figure out how to get home.&quot;Brent steps up, and says, &quot;well, there's this here cave, the missle strike in our world, and the blast and fire we see here.&nbsp; And that city over there.&nbsp; And since things seem in similar positions, there's a good chance, there's a lot of symmetry.&nbsp; What's the chances that if we head to where your place is, we'll find a tower and a Circle?&nbsp; Hopefully owned by a friendly, but harmless goofball.&nbsp;&nbsp; See.&nbsp; I watched Star Trek, too.&nbsp; I know about parallel worlds.&nbsp; If this world's You has a beard, we shoot his ass.&quot;&quot;Sounds good.&nbsp; Let's go to my house.&nbsp; Where it would be.&nbsp; It's only 20 miles.&nbsp; I hope there's a road where I-45 would be...&quot;So, after much yakking, we hop into Brent's truck and drive to my house, a light house shaped building on Spring Cypress, a mere 30 minutes away.&nbsp; By highway, anyway.&nbsp; And oh, yes, we grab all our stuff.&nbsp; This little jaunt should give us a chance to recon the area, and Brent's big honking truck should be able to handle the reasonably flat terrain of Houston, assuming a symetrical parallel reality.&lt;OoC&gt;Yes, these places exist.&nbsp; Along Allen Parkway, is a park, Cynthia Mitchell if I recall, which is in view of the city of Houston.&nbsp; It's just off I45.&nbsp; Further north on I45, and then west on Spring Cypress is a building shaped like a light house.&nbsp; I don't actually live there.&nbsp; But it's a funny idea for a Wizard to live in a tower, err, light house that is land-locked.&nbsp; I've had ideas for these characters for a while, hence my rambling of character development.&lt;/OoC&gt;</blockquote>

[QUOTE="Janx, post: 5374280, member: 8835"] <OoC>since we seem to be able to introduce elements, let's see what all we can introduce...namely some character ideas I had...Don't worry, it'll fit.</OoC> I grab my duster from the truck. I really shouldn't have taken it off, but it was getting warm out. Odds are good one of the protection symbols on it affected the truck as well, since the symbols were bonded to me. I hop in Brent's extended cab dually and drive up to the cave. 7/8 of a tank should last us awhile if we're frugal. I get out, and check on the rest of the guys. Brent's hand wasn't badly hurt, and he's got the pistol back in it, dutifully watching the tunnel. Paul's fiddling with his iPhone, muttering something about no signal. He says, "uh guys, the GPS isn't picking up any satellites, and my iPhone's got no bars. What the heck happened out there?" I chime in, "that's because they're gone. Well more like, we're gone. Hey, where's Ned?" Brent says, "I thought he was with you. And why are you wearing that stupid duster?" Ned steps out of the shadows, chuckling, "Brent, I thought you were watching the tunnel. You didn't even see me sneak down there and back. It's clear, by the way." Brent jumps back, "How'd you do that? I was watching the whole time." Paul sighs exasperatedly, "I guess the cat's out of the bag. Brent, your good buddy's the Wizard of Houston. I'm a pirate, software, that is. And Ned, zombie epidemic fanatic, is a ninja. That makes you, dear tinman, our resident paladin." Ned snickers, "Cool, we're a D&D party in a dungeon." Brent bristles, "You dorks, this isn't a damned game. I got family out there. Are they OK or not?" I calmly explain, "Take it easy. Your family's probably safe. It seems that we have shifted realities. So we got some trouble, but we can handle it. Ned really is a ninja. Or at least he's mastered hiding really well. And Paul really is a pirate, though I'm not quite sure how 50 terabytes of copyrighted material is gonna help us. And I really am a wizard. Not like that Harry Dresden guy, he's just fictional." Brent replies, "You are so full of crap. This ain't no time to be joking man." "Remember that Cat 1 hurricane we got last year, that popped up out of nowhere in the gulf and hit that oil company? Funny what happens when you manipulate air currents and air pressure. And see this here funny packet of cornflakes? Never seen any cereal in packets. Least not from our earth. Plus the whole parking lot's been replaced with a field, and the trees look funny." Brent says, "Oh. Good point. Except for the Wizard thing. I still call :):):):):):):):) on that." "Hey no problem. I'm not sure how much power I have in this reality anyway. I suspect I do, since everything that's near something I charged up is here." Paul cocks his head, "Huh? You planted something on us?" "You know those cool rings I made for everybody for christmass last year? Yeah, those are protection rings. Wierd stuff happens to people around me, I thought it was prudent." Ned adds, "So are these Rings of Protection +1?" "uh, no dude. That's just a game. Power doesn't work that way anyway." Brent asks, "So what do we do now? Are we stuck here? Is there a way to get back home?" "Technically, I'm not sure. If I had a circle, like what've got back at the lighthouse, we might be able to use that to form a link and shift. Assuming that I am correct that this is a parallel reality. I could use my Sight and see if I can see into other realms from here. That's usually a tough and confusing process." Paul confusedly asks, "You can see other realities? No way." "Yeah, I can. its kind of like that one Nick Cage movie, where he sees all possible futures, but completely different. Highly probable events cause more repeated reality commonalities. Its how any psychics see the future, they just don't explain it very well. Hey, can Paul use your shotgun? Without it, he's pretty useless outdoors." Brent exclaims, "Has he ever shot a gun?" "Well, probably not. Hmm. Good point. Maybe he should carry this stick. It's mostly harmless." Paul indignantly says, "I'm standing right here. I can use a shotgun. Gimme, gimme gimme." Brent says, "Hell no. Your just gonna go full retard and get me shot." Ned snorts. "Good point. Give it to me. I've been voted least likely to shoot a party member in the back." Paul pouts, "I don't think you can say full retard anymore. It's insensitive to the mentally handicapped." "If we come across any mentally handicapped individuals, we'll be sure to not use the R word. Until then, let's quit the jaw-jacking and figure out how to get home." Brent steps up, and says, "well, there's this here cave, the missle strike in our world, and the blast and fire we see here. And that city over there. And since things seem in similar positions, there's a good chance, there's a lot of symmetry. What's the chances that if we head to where your place is, we'll find a tower and a Circle? Hopefully owned by a friendly, but harmless goofball. See. I watched Star Trek, too. I know about parallel worlds. If this world's You has a beard, we shoot his ass." "Sounds good. Let's go to my house. Where it would be. It's only 20 miles. I hope there's a road where I-45 would be..." So, after much yakking, we hop into Brent's truck and drive to my house, a light house shaped building on Spring Cypress, a mere 30 minutes away. By highway, anyway. And oh, yes, we grab all our stuff. This little jaunt should give us a chance to recon the area, and Brent's big honking truck should be able to handle the reasonably flat terrain of Houston, assuming a symetrical parallel reality. <OoC>Yes, these places exist. Along Allen Parkway, is a park, Cynthia Mitchell if I recall, which is in view of the city of Houston. It's just off I45. Further north on I45, and then west on Spring Cypress is a building shaped like a light house. I don't actually live there. But it's a funny idea for a Wizard to live in a tower, err, light house that is land-locked. I've had ideas for these characters for a while, hence my rambling of character development.</OoC> [/QUOTE]

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