James Heard
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OOC: My character will fail on purpose as well.
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Zero Divide - Episode #1 - "Looking Glass"
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Velmont
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"I'm speaking of two century ago, because the Mustang I am trying to repair is a model of year 1970. If you know a little about car, you can easily see that. And also, while I works, I am listening the music of the Black Album of Metallica. The label is telling it was registered in year 1991. Vanessa seems to have quite a collection of antiquties." answers Ian to Ashley.
Ian will fail on purpose. He has soften and like his way of life so he is not in the paranoid mood of the other.
Ian will fail on purpose. He has soften and like his way of life so he is not in the paranoid mood of the other.
Vanifae
First Post
Haven, Alan, and Ian
It’s morning, you wake up in your bed; just another day if only you could remember what a normal day was like. But the details of how you got here elude you, but you do at least remember that you are not here alone there are others like you, and they are in the same boat as you… no memory of what came before here. It makes it hard to remember how long you have been here… maybe a day, a few weeks… perhaps months?
You have your name, or at least a name you think could be yours… maybe it was given to you maybe not. But you can smell breakfast downstairs.
I believe all of you opted to fail on purpose; each gaining 2 HP. You are back at the exact same point you were when you woke up yesterday, no memories… everything that just happened is now gone to you.
Michael, Façade, and Ashley
Your eyes open and you realize this is not where you were, moments ago. At first it seems like a dream… maybe this is a dream within a dream but you remember, and that is chilling enough. It seems scrambled, but you remember… something isn’t right here, how did you get in your bed, why do you have this headache that rips through your mind. Why does it feel so easy to let go of what you have learned, but for some reason you cling tightly to it… it is all you are.
It is morning again, is it always morning here? How many times have you woken up here… it starts to bring things into focus, you remember, yesterday… or today was not a dream… it sends a shiver down your spine what else have you forgotten?
You remember all the previous events that just occurred for your character. You also gain 2 PP of skills from the reserve pool to spend as you like, in the rush of retaining memories, new links are formed.
It’s morning, you wake up in your bed; just another day if only you could remember what a normal day was like. But the details of how you got here elude you, but you do at least remember that you are not here alone there are others like you, and they are in the same boat as you… no memory of what came before here. It makes it hard to remember how long you have been here… maybe a day, a few weeks… perhaps months?
You have your name, or at least a name you think could be yours… maybe it was given to you maybe not. But you can smell breakfast downstairs.
I believe all of you opted to fail on purpose; each gaining 2 HP. You are back at the exact same point you were when you woke up yesterday, no memories… everything that just happened is now gone to you.
Michael, Façade, and Ashley
Your eyes open and you realize this is not where you were, moments ago. At first it seems like a dream… maybe this is a dream within a dream but you remember, and that is chilling enough. It seems scrambled, but you remember… something isn’t right here, how did you get in your bed, why do you have this headache that rips through your mind. Why does it feel so easy to let go of what you have learned, but for some reason you cling tightly to it… it is all you are.
It is morning again, is it always morning here? How many times have you woken up here… it starts to bring things into focus, you remember, yesterday… or today was not a dream… it sends a shiver down your spine what else have you forgotten?
You remember all the previous events that just occurred for your character. You also gain 2 PP of skills from the reserve pool to spend as you like, in the rush of retaining memories, new links are formed.
Velmont
First Post
Ian awakes early in the morning. All seems blurry in his head. He remembers very few things. But the first thing that come back in his mind, it is the Mustang he was working on. He remembered he had fixed the engine but the electrical system need a good load of work before the car can work out properly.
Ian get out of bed and put some jeans and a shirt. Both are not pretty looking, but as he will get dirty working on the car, he doesn't mind much. He doesn't even mind to take a shower now, knowing he will need one after he finish to work on teh car. He climbs down the stairs and walk through the empty kitchen without taking any food. That early in the morning, he is really nt hungry. He sees by the window that the sun have come up, but it is pretty low in the sky. It must not even be 7 o'clock yet.
He enters the garage and see the old Mustang. On the workbench, all his tools are in the toolbox and the few CD he has are there.
What should I listen today... Metallica would be nice. It's been a time I havn't listen to it.
He put teh CD in an old CD player that is on the workbench.
It would be fun to listen it on the system of the Mustang. Let's work on the speakers.
He skips the songs and stop on Nothing Else Matter, his favorite. After all, when he is working on that care, he really feels like nothing else matter in life, and the ghost of his amnesia is far away from him. He grabs his electronics tools and open the passenger seat. He then take a look at the radio/CD player and also at the speaker and will try to repair it.
Craft (Electronic) +3, Knowledge (Technology) +4
Ian get out of bed and put some jeans and a shirt. Both are not pretty looking, but as he will get dirty working on the car, he doesn't mind much. He doesn't even mind to take a shower now, knowing he will need one after he finish to work on teh car. He climbs down the stairs and walk through the empty kitchen without taking any food. That early in the morning, he is really nt hungry. He sees by the window that the sun have come up, but it is pretty low in the sky. It must not even be 7 o'clock yet.
He enters the garage and see the old Mustang. On the workbench, all his tools are in the toolbox and the few CD he has are there.
What should I listen today... Metallica would be nice. It's been a time I havn't listen to it.
He put teh CD in an old CD player that is on the workbench.
It would be fun to listen it on the system of the Mustang. Let's work on the speakers.
He skips the songs and stop on Nothing Else Matter, his favorite. After all, when he is working on that care, he really feels like nothing else matter in life, and the ghost of his amnesia is far away from him. He grabs his electronics tools and open the passenger seat. He then take a look at the radio/CD player and also at the speaker and will try to repair it.
Craft (Electronic) +3, Knowledge (Technology) +4
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Hammerhead
Explorer
I feel like hell...damn it. I remember. Yesterday.
But that's impossible. It's morning again. I was talking to Vanessa on the stairs, and was questioning Mira in the kitchen. Okay, think. Maybe this has happened before, but this time it didn't work, or I'm developing some kind of immunity. Is someone erasing my memory? Is that even possible?
Someone is doing this. Only this time it didn't work; either a gradual resistance or a lucky fluke. I'm going to leave the Estate, and I need to do it soon. Before things reset again, and I lose everything. Maybe some of the others remember too. Should I do something straightforward right away, like running for the exit? Or try and subtly remind the others, and see what I can learn from Vanessa. Or maybe something radical...
Groaning, Michael finally rises from bed, showers, and dresses himself in jeans and a shirt. He creates two duplicates, who stare at themselves for a few minutes. One of the duplicates steps outside, waiting in the hall; the second exits the house, staring at the pool while looking into the breakfast room. The real Michael, as his normal habit, begins his walk/jog around the interior walls of the Estate.
But that's impossible. It's morning again. I was talking to Vanessa on the stairs, and was questioning Mira in the kitchen. Okay, think. Maybe this has happened before, but this time it didn't work, or I'm developing some kind of immunity. Is someone erasing my memory? Is that even possible?
Someone is doing this. Only this time it didn't work; either a gradual resistance or a lucky fluke. I'm going to leave the Estate, and I need to do it soon. Before things reset again, and I lose everything. Maybe some of the others remember too. Should I do something straightforward right away, like running for the exit? Or try and subtly remind the others, and see what I can learn from Vanessa. Or maybe something radical...
Groaning, Michael finally rises from bed, showers, and dresses himself in jeans and a shirt. He creates two duplicates, who stare at themselves for a few minutes. One of the duplicates steps outside, waiting in the hall; the second exits the house, staring at the pool while looking into the breakfast room. The real Michael, as his normal habit, begins his walk/jog around the interior walls of the Estate.
Vanifae
First Post
Michael sees, or at least his double by the pool sees Ian moving towards the garage, while his other double in the kitchen sees Dee pouring herself a glass of orange juice. She rubs her head, “Morning,” she says tersely, “ever get that feeling that every day is exactly the same?”Hammerhead said:
Ian
The garage is quiet and still as he starts to get to work. Ian spies Michael by the pool, and then also sees Michael walking towards the perimeter of the Estate, it must be odd being able to be at two places at once.
His Craft check is a 19, and his Knowledge check is a 22; so he is doing well.
Ian makes some progress on the equipment. He hears Arjuna enter through the open door the dog investigating what he is up to poking her nose into the work and basically making a nuisance, in a fun way.
Velmont
First Post
Ian was absorbed in his work when Arjuna come and starts to lick him. "Hi, big girl. How are you today?" asks Ian. Wearing his gloves, he strokes the mastiff. He takes a moment and looks at the two Michael.
It's hard to tell which one is the true Michael. I wonder if he knows himself. And if the true one know exactly what the other are doing?
He is used to work longuer, but the distraction Arjuna have created during his work remind him that he hasn't eaten yet. He decides to finish what he is doing. If he can make this radio work before going eat something, it would be great.
It's hard to tell which one is the true Michael. I wonder if he knows himself. And if the true one know exactly what the other are doing?
He is used to work longuer, but the distraction Arjuna have created during his work remind him that he hasn't eaten yet. He decides to finish what he is doing. If he can make this radio work before going eat something, it would be great.
James Heard
Explorer
Walking through the Looking GlassVanifae said:
He stared at himself in the mirror, willing memories to come to surface in what had become his morning ritual. He checked his teeth, the rings under his eyes, his profile, all to see if today was the day when something new would happen that would reveal the slimmest clue to his former life. God, he'd cut off an arm for the recklessness to have gotten a tattoo when he was younger, or perhaps to have robbed a bank.
Then there'd be somewhere to start, someone looking for him. Instead, there was only this: He looked over the spare room with its polite wallpaper and lace throw tossed over the recliner in the corner. He frowned at the white sheets stained with sweat rumpled across the bed before frowning deeper as he simply...thought at them and they vanished before another push and they returned, heavily starched or something like it, crisp and laid out like a geometric design tight across the bed.
There were stranger things than a house full of amnesiacs in this place, and deeper mysteries than magic sheets, right?
At least he had a name.
In A Pool of Tears
Reluctantly, he made his way out of his room to join the others. He looked at his empty hand, closed it, and opened it to reveal the delicate silver fork before shaking his head and closing it once more to make it vanish. Curiouser and curiouser, or so the saying goes.
He continued down the stairs and toward the kitchen...it was a pleasant house, that's for sure. He paused with an errant thought.
"I wonder if this place has a belfry?"
He shrugged and continued his way down to the kitchen.
Facade opened her eyes. For a moment, the world seemed skewed, twisted. Hadn't she been standing? Hadn't she been saying something? It seemed oily now though, vanishing like smoke, like dreams.
But this time she held onto it.
On the stairs. Vanessa. Junkyard AKA Alan. She'd -just been there-.
That made no sense. Dream? Facade considers. It was surreal enough, with odd images and glimpses of things on cereal boxes and magazines... But no. She was sure of it. It had been as utterly convincing as where she was now. As well to say the bedroom was a dream.
...and who was to say it wasn't?
We'd started remembering things. Alan had mentioned names, and even Haven had a poleaxed look. We started remembering, and then...whoosh. Back to the start.
What did that MEAN though? If it was all real, it meant Vanessa had absolute power over time and space, essentially. She was God. If it WASN'T real, if this was some kind of dream...maybe a controlled one via electronic implants or chemicals...then it made more sense. As did other things.
She'd have to play it safe. See if anyone else remembered. Tip the hand, and there'd just be another flash back...and Facade wasn't sure she could hold onto the memories every time. To see if anyone noticed the repeat, she 'dressed' in the Librarian again, even in the same dress...then headed downstairs.
But this time she held onto it.
On the stairs. Vanessa. Junkyard AKA Alan. She'd -just been there-.
That made no sense. Dream? Facade considers. It was surreal enough, with odd images and glimpses of things on cereal boxes and magazines... But no. She was sure of it. It had been as utterly convincing as where she was now. As well to say the bedroom was a dream.
...and who was to say it wasn't?
We'd started remembering things. Alan had mentioned names, and even Haven had a poleaxed look. We started remembering, and then...whoosh. Back to the start.
What did that MEAN though? If it was all real, it meant Vanessa had absolute power over time and space, essentially. She was God. If it WASN'T real, if this was some kind of dream...maybe a controlled one via electronic implants or chemicals...then it made more sense. As did other things.
She'd have to play it safe. See if anyone else remembered. Tip the hand, and there'd just be another flash back...and Facade wasn't sure she could hold onto the memories every time. To see if anyone noticed the repeat, she 'dressed' in the Librarian again, even in the same dress...then headed downstairs.
