(IC) Lost in Dreams (Julian)

[TGLS]

Originally Posted by ericthered

Oh, wow, I did come up with a schedule. Oops. He should probably of come back on the 17th or so. We can say the 23rd though.

If you want to alter the schedule, that's fine by me. Though if you don't that certainly provides a better explanation while Julian would free climb risking a big fall for food.

Originally Posted by ericthered

Thanks. You can add 2L.

Noted. (9L 8s)

Originally Posted by ericthered

It works well enough... enough to keep him eating it, and Julian probably has experience with less than ideal diets.

Well hopefully it's brown rice at least.

Originally Posted by ericthered

oh, its a spot to dump over, not a dump itself. Sorry if I wasn't clear.

Well I was 85/15 on whether anything would be left there at all.

Originally Posted by ericthered

Give me a climbing roll!

I tie a rope to the railing along the platform and rappel downward.

[128] 23-02-17 06:26:03 CET

Climbing

3d6 <= 11
2 + 5 + 6 = 13 ... failure

Well that's not good. Does the rope provide some bonus or mean some test against knot-tying or something? Hopefully there's some bonus on the possible knot-tying roll (time spent?) otherwise that's not very helpful. If it's obvious doom I'll spend luck.

[130] 23-02-17 06:32:18 CET
3d6 <= 11
3 + 4 + 6 = 13 ... failure

[129] 23-02-17 06:32:13 CET
3d6 <= 11
4 + 3 + 5 = 12 ... failure

That was a waste of luck.

[ericthered]

Yeah, lets go ahead and alter the schedule.



Give me a roll against knot-tying!

[TGLS]

Originally Posted by ericthered

Yeah, lets go ahead and alter the schedule.

OK, so the next council day is the 25th and Julian got back on the 18th (for however long that will matter for). I'd be inclined to make the 5th an additional council day to give the "month" a steady rhythm but this works OK.

Originally Posted by ericthered

Give me a roll against knot-tying!

[131] 23-02-18 01:28:32 CET
Knot-Tying Default (DX-4)
3d6 <= 8
4 + 3 + 4 = 11 ... failure

Hey, I guess that means that Julian got the first any% run of Lost in Dreams.

[ericthered]

Julian is climbing under the platforms when he slips... and watches in horror, almost in slow motion, as his knots slip from the branch where he has tied them. He tumbles town towards the clouds, mist filling the air from the thundering giant waterfall.



It seems to take forever to reach the clouds.

[TGLS]

Originally Posted by ericthered

Julian is climbing under the platforms when he slips... and watches in horror, almost in slow motion, as his knots slip from the branch where he has tied them. He tumbles town towards the clouds, mist filling the air from the thundering giant waterfall.

I frantically look around and cry out for something, anything, to grab on to. Tears come as fear overcomes me.

I imagine that fails.

Originally Posted by ericthered

It seems to take forever to reach the clouds.

As my voice grows hoarse, and eventually my tears run dry. Resigned, I start counting. Maybe I'll figure out how far it is to the bottom is after all.

[ericthered]

Originally Posted by TGLS

I frantically look around and cry out for something, anything, to grab on to. Tears come as fear overcomes me.

I imagine that fails.

As my voice grows hoarse, and eventually my tears run dry. Resigned, I start counting. Maybe I'll figure out how far it is to the bottom is after all.

Julian counts as he enters the clouds, trying to keep track of how long his fall is. He is quickly soaked, but the weather is as warm as always. Maybe its getting hotter. He can see only mist, and hear only wind and his own counting. He thinks he's at around an hour of counting when he drifts off to sleep, coaxed by the heat and the emptiness of his environment.


He dreams of Aircraft. Large machines painted with camouflage, streaking through the sky at high speed. A flock of missiles races towards the machines, dodging this way and that... several lasers light up from the underside of the aircraft, and the aircraft abruptly peel off, shooting down some missiles, and releasing flares behind themselves. One of them goes into free fall for just two seconds, tumbling end over end. The missiles are less maneuverable than the aircraft, but they return for another pass. Some missiles explode much more messily than others, and much closer to the planes. All the planes are damaged in some way. Julian notices the planes don't seem to have windows. One of them spirals down to the ground. Another turns back, and two go into a steep dive...


He wakes up on a cold flat floor with just a tiny bit of texture. Its a start contrast from his last month or so: he hasn't felt a flat surface for weeks. The texture irritates his skin. His hand is up against another cold flat surface... this time perfectly vertical, another rarity. Is that glass?



When he opens his eyes, he will see a dimly but comfortably lit tank of water, containing some sort of sea life. He thinks. A similar tank is on the other side. The most prominent aquarium life is some sort of thick, six armed starfish.


He hears a voice inside his head "Yo! move! wake-up!"

[TGLS]

Originally Posted by ericthered

Julian counts as he enters the clouds, trying to keep track of how long his fall is. He is quickly soaked, but the weather is as warm as always. Maybe its getting hotter. He can see only mist, and hear only wind and his own counting. He thinks he's at around an hour of counting when he drifts off to sleep, coaxed by the heat and the emptiness of his environment.

"Th-thirty six hu-undred twe, fift, thirteen... zzzzz"

Originally Posted by ericthered

He dreams of Aircraft. Large machines painted with camouflage, streaking through the sky at high speed. A flock of missiles races towards the machines, dodging this way and that... several lasers light up from the underside of the aircraft, and the aircraft abruptly peel off, shooting down some missiles, and releasing flares behind themselves. One of them goes into free fall for just two seconds, tumbling end over end. The missiles are less maneuverable than the aircraft, but they return for another pass. Some missiles explode much more messily than others, and much closer to the planes. All the planes are damaged in some way. Julian notices the planes don't seem to have windows. One of them spirals down to the ground. Another turns back, and two go into a steep dive...

He wakes up on a cold flat floor with just a tiny bit of texture. Its a start contrast from his last month or so: he hasn't felt a flat surface for weeks. The texture irritates his skin. His hand is up against another cold flat surface... this time perfectly vertical, another rarity. Is that glass?

What's the texture like? Fine holes, like mesh strainer or a screen door? Wide holes, like a vent? Rough, like concrete or finer sandpaper? Corrugated cardboard? Fine carpet?

How are Julian's arms oriented? Is the one up against the surface behind him, or next to an adjacent wall?

I cough. I am I still alive? Shouldn't I have choked on all that fog? And what's with those camouflaged planes? Are those really real? Why would they need camouflage if they don't have windows?

Originally Posted by ericthered

When he opens his eyes, he will see a dimly but comfortably lit tank of water, containing some sort of sea life. He thinks. A similar tank is on the other side. The most prominent aquarium life is some sort of thick, six armed starfish.

I open my eyes. What is this place? An aquarium? A pet shop? And where is it? I don't think this is the bottom...

Originally Posted by ericthered

He hears a voice inside his head "Yo! move! wake-up!"

I stand up, carefully, in case anything is broken. I pick up my diary and try to cover up. Someone stole my clothes, again. It must be important if my inner voice is telling me what to do, instead of in--. I suddenly realize, that wasn't my inner voice.

I start fidgeting about, looking for the source of the voice, or an exit.

[ericthered]

Originally Posted by TGLS

What's the texture like? Fine holes, like mesh strainer or a screen door? Wide holes, like a vent? Rough, like concrete or finer sandpaper? Corrugated cardboard? Fine carpet?

like concrete with large grains of sand painted into it, about 2 per square centimeter.

How are Julian's arms oriented? Is the one up against the surface behind him, or next to an adjacent wall?

He's face down, with his hands above his head. The knuckles touch the glass wall.

I pick up my diary and try to cover up.

The diary is there, lying near him. There is nothing to cover him up: the place is quite devoid of fabric. Maybe he can use the book?

I start fidgeting about, looking for the source of the voice, or an exit.

Julian doesn't see the source of the voice, or a clearly marked exit, but he does see ways to move away from where he is, moving along some sort of twisty hall (in either direction). More tanks of water form the walls, and he thinks the ceiling connects them.

[TGLS]

Originally Posted by ericthered

like concrete with large grains of sand painted into it, about 2 per square centimeter.

I wish they put actual sand down here. That's nice between the toes.

Originally Posted by ericthered

The diary is there, lying near him. There is nothing to cover him up: the place is quite devoid of fabric. Maybe he can use the book?

Well, that was a plan.

Originally Posted by ericthered

More tanks of water form the walls, and he thinks the ceiling connects them.

Maybe this is like one of those underwater tunnels they have at aquariums... Is the ceiling opaque or just dark?

Originally Posted by ericthered

Julian doesn't see the source of the voice, or a clearly marked exit, but he does see ways to move away from where he is, moving along some sort of twisty hall (in either direction).

Well, I don't see much reason to stay around here, so let's briskly head off to the right.

[ericthered]

The ceiling is a dark grey.



Julian heads off to the right: he passes a bit more aquarium, and then comes to a big door. Peaking through the door reveals a cheerfully light lobby. The Furniture is simplistic but padded, made of smoothly formed metal and plastic. Four groups of people are hanging out. Some have out smart-phones of some sort. Grand doors with signal lights built in dot the lobby.



The people are wearing close-fitting clothing with strong textures and contoured patterns and a few stiff pieces that stick away from their body. Makeup is common on both women and men.