~Character Chat~

((gh3325: Eh? From the official Inkpop site? Yes, because people were yelling at us, and it spooked us. We kept getting messages to leave.

Invisimort: I've heard that The Game can never end. The only way for it to end would be if everyone simultaneously forgot about it and never remembered it again. Which is pretty much impossible.))

Peter: Um...okay?
Sarah: Eh, now when Izzy gripes, we at least have an idea as to why.
Senet: And I guess we could make 'ehr lose, de temps en temps.
Sarah: What?
Peter: From time to time.

Meet Ezra, Andrew, and Liz. Andrew's a ghost who died in 1912 and Ezra and Liz are Seers (which means they can see, talk to, and touch the dead).

Andrew: 'ello.
Ezra: No one can hear you idiot! *slaps Andrew*
Andrew: WHAT WAS THAT FOR?! *rubs head* And who you callin idoit?!
Liz: Can you two sit five minutes with out fighting?! Nice to meet you guys.
Ezra: S'up?.

((Back it up here. You have no introduction, no reason for you being here, nothing at all. A group of people, all filthy and slightly injured, wearing tattered and falling-apart clothing, is hanging out by an empty baseball field. Work from that and try again.))

Winter Dragon wrote:
Peter: Um...okay?
Sarah: Eh, now when Izzy gripes, we at least have an idea as to why.
Senet: And I guess we could make 'ehr lose, de temps en temps.
Sarah: What?
Peter: From time to time.

Riddle: NO! Don't you dare do that to her! that's worse than...bad things.
T.Mor: If you're saying that that is worse than murder I'm going to have to disagree. It's just for lulz.
Riddle: No but it's-- it's deeper than that. It's I can't even explain. I would rather have someone force feed me several limbs than to erm...lose A CHILDRENS CARD GAME!(Is screaming a nonsensicality to prevent from thinking about the game.)
August: I just wanted to play a game. (Somewhat taken aback at how much controversy his statement has created.) Like I spy or something stupid like that...or never have I ever? Anyone ever heard of those?

Peter: Um, no? I don't think so?
Sarah: I think I might know what you're talking about.
Nike: Oh, of course. Kid's games.
Senet: Euh...I've nevehr even 'eahrd of zem. Zey might 'ave games like zem een Fhrance, but I wouldn't know ze Eengleesh equeevalents.
Peter: You have to remember, August, we're from different universes. We probably have games just like the ones you're talking about, but with different names.

August: Well- I spy is when you pick something from the scenery and give really vague clues as to what it is...and then people try to guess. And Never have I ever is where you hold up 10 fingers, and someone starts by saying "never have I ever' and then an activity or thing they've never done. If you've done that, then you put down a finger. You go around the circle like that. The first one out of fingers loses.
Riddle: Sounds better than any children's card games that I know.
T.Mor: No one gets the joke Riddle. Just drop it.
August: Are we going to play a game? (Somewhat childishly. He is a child afterall.)
Riddle: (Smiling. It's unsettling.) Sure. Let's play.

Liz and Ezra are talking, while Andrew is just hanging back. Noricing a group pf injured people he taps Liz on the shoulder.
Liz: Hm?
Andrew: Look *points*
Ezra: So?
Andrew: *slaps Ezra* Do you EVER care about anyone other than yourself?!
Ezra: *Rubs head* Yeah, I do... *looks at Liz*
Liz:*doesn't notice to busy worrying* Are you guys ok?!

((I do believe I said slightly injured ))

Peter: (briefly glancing at a thin scratch on his arm) Uh, yeah, I mean...it's nothing major, but... (He turns his attention to the dead person, then to his team.) Um...do you see that too, or am I just hallucinating?
Sarah: (just as bewildered, if not more) You mean the person that doesn't seem to actually be a person...?
Nike: Like a soul...
Senet: I keep zeenkeeng zat I've seen eet all...and zen...

Andrew: I am a person! Stop STARING AT ME!!
Liz: You can see him? That's strange...
Ezra: Yeah, yeah they're everywhere. Big whoop...
Andrew: *mutters* ...at least your reaction was better than Liz's...

Sarah: (jumping back in surprise, much like the rest of the team) I can hear him! Even though he's not corporeal or anything!
Peter: But we weren't even making contact with our souls!
Nike: So how...?
Senet: Mes dieux!

Ezra: I feel bad for you he never shuts up...
Andrew: *hits Ezra* Like you can talk!
Liz: (to Peter) What do you mean?
Ezra: It's nothing new we do it all the time.

Peter: I-it's just that...when we talk to incorporeal beings, we have to have our souls touch...but him...(He points to the ghost)...he's incorporeal too, but we can still hear his voice out loud...not in our heads... A-and...(with a slight hysteria fringing his words)...did you just touch?!
Senet: C'est pas possible...
Sarah: Beings without bodies...they can't touch beings with bodies! That's not how the universe works!

Ezra: We kinda defy that rule cause were Seers.
Andrew: I don't know why they can do it but they can.
Liz: It's seems that everyrhing I think isn't possible is

Riddle: Erm... Is there some sort of group hallucination going on that I'm not in on? And if there is...what sort of drugs do I have to take to join in?
T.Mor: I'm not entirely sure...(Is confused.) Hi. I'm T.Mor...And This is Riddle...And that's August. And Everyone seems to have gone mad. Ok.
Riddle: I'm still sane.
T.Mor: If I'm using you as a sanity baseline...the world truly has gone mad.

Liz: *confused* Drugs?
Ezra: I'm not high...
Andrew: Nope. He's just naturally like this.
Liz: Nice to meet you!

Riddle: Well, you're all clearly talking to SOMEONE who isn't here...The logical conclusion I got to was drugs.
T.Mor: How is that logical?
Riddle: Well, group concussions are really unusual. As is schizophrenia. THEREFORE- DRUGS. (Gives no explanation beyond that and is smiling like the smartest person in the world.)
T.Mor: That's not how logic works.
Riddle: I used the word therefore. Which is used in ALL logical conversations. Therefore- I have logicked. (With a "duh" implied.)
August: I think you're doing it wrong. (Turns to Liz) Sorry about them...They always do that...Nice to meet you too.

Sarah: (regaining her senses) We couldn't afford drugs even if we wanted them. We don't get paid.
Peter: (to T.Mor and Riddle) It looks like there's a ghost with those two. I think we can see and hear him because we're bonders.
Senet: We can see people's souls, aftehr all. I don't zeenk ghosts ahre a fahr chry fhrom zat.
Peter: The question is how it works. I mean...lives aren't supposed to exist on the same demi-plane as their souls. It's the whole reason we can never touch. But the ghost kid whacked that one, so...
Nike: ...So maybe the ghost is on the material plane after all?
Peter: Exactly what I was getting at. But that doesn't account for his lack of body. You need a body to exist on the material plane, as we well know.

Riddle: GHOSTS? like...erm...(Realises this is yet another new vocab word for her.) Like...toasts?
August: (Disbelief) No. Ghosts are like dead people who hung around, and don't really have bodies...
Riddle: Oh. So like---(T.Mor claps a hand over her mouth, remembering that if the whole world knew about Riddle's immortality they would collectively flip.)
T.Mor: No. Not like that. We can all see you. (Irritated for no reason.)
Riddle: I didn't get to finish my sentence!

Ezra and Liz exchange a knowing 'they must think were werid' look.

Andrew: And once again I'm not here.
Liz: So what brings you here?
Ezra: *thinking * And you called me high...
Andrew: HELLO?! Still here!
Ezra: We've always been able to do it.
Liz: Have no clue why...
Andrew: *sighs*

T.Mor: We're on an interdimensional rescue mission of sorts...He(Points toward August.) Is going back to his home plane...and we're jumping ship to join Peter And Senet and everyone...Our plane kinda sucked...A lot.
Riddle: SInk Pump had the BEST coffee though...(Reminiscently)
T.Mor: and this was sort of just a stop along the way. But we can't leave until it's safe...Peter knows all the technicalities better...(Defers to Peter)

((gh3325: From now on, do not double post. It's a big no-no here. You must go back and edit posts rather than make new ones.))

Peter: Uh, yeah, we're jumping universes. We have to wait a while here, though, primarily to regain our energy. There are a few...ah, problems here as well, so we're also waiting for those to leave.
Sarah: And of course, by "problems," he means cultists who can kill you with a single touch.

Riddle: Which in many societies is a bad thing.
T.Mor: Including your own. (Nudging her to keep her form being...herself.)
Riddle: What? Death IS a bad thing in many societies...Right? Or am I doing knowledge wrong again?
T.Mor: No, you're right.(Bracing for a reaction. He is not let down.)
Riddle: MAN! I'M ON FIRE! RIGHT AGAIN! I COULD BECOME A MATHEMETICIAN I'M SO GOOD!
August: Why do you always DO that?
Riddle: I'm not right that often usually. When I am...It feels REALLY nice. Like...hand sanitizer. When you find some- It's like magic exploded on the sky.
August: Now I see why you're never usually right. (After listening to the crazy metaphors.)

Ezra: I'm confused...
Andrew: So am I...
Liz: Treasure this moment boys, it's the first time you've agreed on anything. But I have to agree I am confused.

Peter: Oh, um, she gets kinda...excited...when she's right about stuff.

Liz: No the whole part about him being part of a whole diffrent universe and the cult members...
Andrew: Death is a bad thing anywhere. It's the last time you've felt alive the whole rest of the time you feel empty and in the dark. You watch everyone you love grow old and die...and there's nothing you can do to help them...save them.
Liz: Some don't even relize they're dead until...
Ezra: You never know if the last thing you say to someone could be the last thing you spoke or they heard...the words they said just never seem to stop.




(((The mention of the caught killings brought up the topic of death)))