003 [Action + Video]

[phantom_envoy]

[action, anywhere in the city, open to all]
'Scuse me, pardon me!

[Perhaps you are relaxing in your room.  Or perhaps you're enjoying a dip in the pool or taking a breather in the library.  Regardless of the activity in question, the peaceful atmosphere is suddenly broken by the intrusion of someone in a black and white costume carrying a knapsack filled with packages flying through -- yes, straight through.  Straight through the wall and out the outer side, tossing out a hurried note of apology along the way.

...In the moments of stunned disbelief afterwards, the girl sticks her head back through the wall and waves a bit to catch your attention.  As if it isn't already caught.]

Actually, do you know a 'Dennis'?  I'm looking for a Dennis.  Or -- maybe this is a P, I can't really tell, but I can't imagine anyone naming their kid that unless they really hated the thought of having kids.  ...It's just kind of mean.

[Before too much time can be spent pondering on the dilemma of D vs. P, Phantom Girl thrusts the package she's holding back into her sack and rummages around.]

Oh, I might have one for you, too, actually.  Did you order anything from a... 'Nyx's Nightclub' lately?

[Phantom Girl had found a day job, apparently.]

[video, public]
[Some two hours later, an irritated Phantom Girl appears on the screen.]

I can't believe it!  They're docking my pay this week!  I mean, I don't need it, but that's incredibly unfair.

I thought the point of being a courier was to get the job done as fast as you can; what's the use of plodding about all over the place reading the street signs?  It's way faster to do it my way; all of you got your deliveries faster than you were expecting, right?  I mean, it's not like you guys have anything to hide in your rooms.  And it's not like I opened a package or anything - that's the only privacy concern they should be worried about.

[She continues to stew and mutter aimlessly for a few moments before striding closer to the screen and pointing at it.]

...Seriously, though, did one of you snitch?

((OoC Note: No toilet/shower shenanigans, please!))

Comments

[phantom_envoy]

I guess if I were caught in a place like that, they'd need to keep it on full power all the time. ...And if it's meant to suppress powers, I suppose they'd make sure the thing was dimensionally anchored.

[Phantom Girl takes a few steps back and frames Riku's upper body with her hands held out making the corners.]

Well. It's not bad as a fashion accessory, either, if it makes you feel any better. Sort of... near-future cyberpunk.

[resipiscent]

They had, uh... well, there were all sorts of people. So the collars were tailored to each specific person. I'm not sure of the science or anything like that though.

[As she views him, he can't help but smile just a little, leaning his chin in his prosthetic right hand.]

Well, it certainly was futuristic.

[phantom_envoy]

I mean, it'd be near-past for me, and I don't actually recall that kind of thing being in vogue, but... you get the idea.

[Having never seen any part of Riku but his face, she doesn't question the prosthetic.]

...I thought you guys were more 'fantasy' than 'sci-fi', though. Monsters in mansions and mysterious rooms and all of that. How did this space station stuff happen?

[resipiscent]

Uh, we were kidnapped.

[Sort of. Technically, everyone at the Facility was a clone, but he isn't really comfortable just blurting that one out.]

[phantom_envoy]

...Sort of like the way we were brought here kidnapped? Or kidnapped like someone in a ski mask stuffed you in a sack and leaped on a rocket headed for outer space?

[resipiscent]

The first one. Except nobody greeted me in a dream world, I just woke up there. But the people were nice enough, and we all helped each other cope.

[phantom_envoy]

...The other one would have been more exciting. Kinda like an old film I watched once.

[...]

Oh, um. Right. So there are other places out there that like to pull this kind of stunt...

[All things considered, Hinoto-Ri probably wasn't a bad place to wake up in.]

How did you escape? Or did you just get pulled straight here sometime?

[resipiscent]

[He doesn't react to the first comment on the outside -- he can understand that for someone who's looking in, things seem less than they are. Even some of the Facility subjects didn't understand, until they did.

He shakes his head -- he's honestly not sure how he got from there to here.]

I don't know. I know that some of my friends here, I saw them die there. But they have no memory of that. It could be that I died too, and was pulled out just before I was lost. I haven't been here all that long, though.

[phantom_envoy]

Philemon -- Butterfly Guy -- supposedly drew us all here. The idea is that he has some sort of divine power, though there must be more to it than that.

When you're talking about your friends, do you mean they came from that space station, too? I know Kairi has the same collar on, but... she never mentioned it before.

[Not that she had a reason to mention it. They were hardly best friends.]

[resipiscent]

So, then, a god. But why would we be called here? We don't really do anything.

Yeah, some of them. If you see one of these, they're probably from the Facility.

[He thinks of Xion, of clashing, and shakes his head.]

Not everyone from my homeworld is from there, though.

[phantom_envoy]

...Hm.

Ostensibly, we're here to save the city from... something. There are demons roaming every night, but they vanish outside of the 13th Hour, anyway, so it's relatively self-contained.

I wonder if these places -- the city and your space station -- are connected at all. I've never heard of such powerful dimensional technology or... magic, even. And the whole 'god' thing is just an excuse.