Bonnie: That's a real pity. Would be nice for you to come and visit. Henrietta: Of course. You could tour the Palais d'Or. Elsie: Can we shut up the philosophising glowing...thing? You do know none of us can understand a word you're saying.
Koss: Because it's a waste of my time and I appear to be trapped in it. I think I might be dead. This must be the afterlife. Yes, I died when the rebels clubbed me over the head. I'm certain of it.
Seeker: * to Bonnie * You may visit any reality you are even slightly aware of, with the appropriate means. It is best to return directly to your anchor reality, so that your awareness of it does not diminish. * to Elsie * What I do know is that some understand. Some are unaware that they understand. Some do not understand. Opinions vary. Truman: Haaa haah haaa! 'Opinions vary'! The thing about Seeker is, it never lies, and it's never wrong. * to Seeker * Why can't you be that funny when you're actually trying? Heh heh. * to May * Tell me about this device of yours. Sounds amazing. Does it have rules?
Tarkay: Oi! Wot th' 'ell? Wh're am I? Koss: Oh, it's you. Tarkay, was it? Tarkay: Atch' yo' service, er, um, Kosh, was it? Koss: Agent Koss. Tarkay: Koss, right, right. D' y' know anyth'ng abou' how we go' 'ere? An' where's my wife, eh? She 's right b'hind me ' minute ago. Tarkay's wife: Aow! Wot in blazes...? Tarkay: Oh, there she is. Y' late, dearie. Tarkay's wife: Oh, shove it up y-- Koss: [clears throat] If you two upstanding citizens would kindly inform me as to what you were doing before you appeared here? Tarkay: 'Ja hear that, love? 'E used that word again. Tarkay's wife: Oh, I could swoon. W' don't of'n ge' called 'upstandin'' by Imperials. Tarkay: Don't of'n get called upstandin' by anybody, 'xcept 'rselves. Koss: Would you please stop prattling? Tarkay: Thous'nd pardons, sur. Quay fo'give me. Tarkay's wife: Grea' Am-Shak, Maximordicus, bu' I do b'lieve w're no' alone. Tarkay: Oh! 'Ello, ev'r'one. Maximordicus Tarkay, esquire, atch' yo' service. This 's m' wife, Beldorana. Tarkay's wife: Th' pleasure's all mine. Koss: [sigh] Weequays.
Clare: (Mug-Mugs, look. More appeared.) Mags: O-Oh! Clare: (Shh. Looks like they're having trouble with some fancy tech. Fufu~ It looks expensive. I might land a decent haul if I get my hands on that one. Their guard is down. Should we make a move?) Mags: (Maggie's hungry.) Clare: (An army cannot march on an empty stomach- wise words, Mugsie.) You got lucky this time. We will conquer this place soon. Mags: Rar! Conc- con... corn... Clare-Clare! What's a corn-corn?
May: Oh, well, I don't really know how to explain it, but Gabriel can! Gabriel: No, I think I'm gonna let you take a stab at it. I want to see what you come up with. After all, he did ask you, not me. May: Fine. Well, the TeRV is more than one word, but we use one word to- Gabriel: Acronym. May: Yeah, thanks. TeRV is and acronym that means "Trans-Reality Vehicle." And that's what it is. It's a big ship that can fly, but we mostly use it to travel between realities. It's got everything you need to be able to live in it, which you need because it takes a long time to actually travel to a new reality. It's something like a couple of months. The TeRV can travel between realities because it can tear holes in the walls between realities, and enter Alternity. Gabriel: Alternity is the space between realities. So far, we haven't gotten anyone to explain how we can even go there. We don't even know how the People of the Citadel made the TeRV in the first place. We're still working on getting access to that info. For now, we just know that we can use it to do some good, so that's what we'll do. May: We've been using it to help the people that need it in as many realities as we can find. It can get kind of boring when it's just the two of us, but sometimes we escort other people and it gets fun again! But it's way more relaxing when it's just us, and we aren't doing any missions. Gabriel: About the rules... So far, we haven't run into any kind of weird universal rules of reality-hopping, but there's rules that the Citadel gave us. If we don't follow those, then they'll come after us. May: We could take 'em!
Gabriel: Sorry, but we've never been able to go to the realities of anyone in the chatroom. I've tried enough times to accept that the TeRV just isn't capable enough to do it.
Etzeo : I don't think it's reasonably possible to go between this pocket and other dimensions. *He shrugs* That's life.
Mags: Clare-Clare is Maggie's... tehrv! Clare: You think so? Mags: Mm! Maggie... rides in the inside of Clare-Clare's ruck-shack and we goes to... real cool places! *Mags stares at Clare with her big sunny eyes.* Clare: ...No, he's not gonna fit inside my bag.
Tarkay’s wife: Seems ev’r’ne’s too d’stracted t’ not’ce us. Tarkay: Yeah, yeah, shhh, see ‘f y’ c’n nick ‘nyth’ng fr’m th’r pock’ts wh’le they’re preoccupied. Koss: What? Tarkay: Noth’n’, sur, erm, say, wot’s that ov’ there?
Vanna: We see you. Henrietta: And we heard that. Vanna: Your author will take you back to your reality when they need you, or whenever they want to. Your author, Koss, likes to rotate his characters, but we've been here since the beginning. Elsie: And she never shuts up about it. Vanna: And I'll see if I can work up the energy to introduce myself again. Cis: May, when you say "just the two of you", what happened to Doyle and Nixi? Did your author cut them? Jasmine: That's a pity. Nixi was nice, I liked her a lot. Ophelia: And then there were Arc and Sarah and Jack from ages ago. Do you know what became of them?
Tarkay: Huh? Oh, er, we 're just 'avin' a laff, y' know. W'd nev'r deign t' rob anybody, 'spec'lly no' 'n fron' o' th's fine off'cer 'ere, we're honest folk, we are. I mean, it's a rough gal'xy, 'n' times 're tough, b' we'd never stoop s' low 's to r'sort t' cheat'n' 'n' thiev'n', n' matt'r 'ow 'ard times get. Koss: If only everyone had the scruples you claim to have. Tarkay: Claim to? I don't wevv'r t' be flatt'r'd 'r 'nsult'd.
Seeker: * to Koss * Other than annoyance or urgency, do you suffer in this place? I do not permit suffering in my awareness. If you truly wish to leave this place, I will direct you back to the moment and place you left your reality. It must be your decision to act, such as opening this door and allowing it to close behing you...
May: ... Well, Sarah's now the queen of the Sun Kingdom. Arc travels the world sometimes, but he spends most of his time just hanging around the Sun Kingdom. Jack and Marcus- Gabriel: They don't know about him yet. May: Oh, yeah. He's my older brother, my real brother. He was introduced as a more plausible way for me to reconnect with the others, and get over JJ's death. Anyway, He and Jack live together in Sun Kingdom, too. We could go get them, if you wanted to talk to them again. Gabriel: About Doyle and Nixi. They won't be able to talk to you all anymore. They- May: They were heroes. Gabriel: Doyle fought a country by himself. He almost won, too, but unlike the rest of us, he didn't have any kind of cool special abilities like energy, or fire, or super technology. All he had was his pistol and his head. Nixi destroyed the AI and saved her world. She told us that she was happy before she died, so she had that. They were the most heroic people I've ever met. May: We're sad about it, but they were content with how things turned out, so it's not so bad. Now, it's just us. Well, us and anyone that has to tagalong. But, yeah, we can get Arc and the others if you want. We've been here for a really long time anyway.
Seeker: Your device functions at the limitation of the reality in which it was created... Truman: Right, right. Techno blah this, and reality blah that. How about introductions? This fontiferous walking existential cosmic library is the once AI, now Eternal Seeker. I am Truman to all you new folks! Welcome! Feel free to read back in the thread about my so-called pedigree as President and Tyrant and all that. Oh, and those doll-things playing around are Mag-moeba. They change form and are lots of fun!
Gabriel: Introductions? Okay, then. I'm Gabriel Cooper. Former Demon Specialist. May: May Knell, former uncontrollable monster. Gabriel: We're reality-hopping heroes of the multiverse.
Koss: I simply must capture Narcom. But if time does not pass here as you say, I suppose I’ll have to endure it. Tarkay’s wife: Dan’ warry, off’cer, y’ve ga’ us f’ company.
Mags: May-May! What do you look like? Clare: A previously unregistered sentient cryptid? This could be my big break. *Clare hold out her audio recorder* Please do tell.
Sapphire: Did we not just introduce ourselves? And now we must do it again? Nina: I suppose so. Well, we are soldiers for the European kingdom of Laenia. I am Nina Lopez. Asiri: And I am Asiri Lopez. Sapphire: My name is Sapphire Kravitz. Kirika: And mine is Kirika Miyamoto. There is not a lot we can tell you, as we keep secrets from each other. Nina: We will answer any questions you have to the extent that we can, however.
Vanna: I'm Vanessa Beaurenice. I'm fifteen years old, and I go to St. Edith's Academy. I found out last summer that I'm a witch. Ophelia: My name is Ophelia Downes. I'm fourteen years old and I also go to St. Edith's, but I've always known I'm a witch. Jasmine: I'm Jasmine Oakwood. I'm fourteen and I'm also at St. Edith's. I'm not a witch, though. Cis: I'm Cecilia Mayberry. I'm fifteen and I'm another of Vanna's friends from St. Edith's. I'm not a witch either. Bonnie: I'm Bonita McIntyre, since we're doing full names, and I'm thirteen. I'm another friend of this lot. Again, I'm not a witch. Paula: I'm Paula Jennings, I'm fifteen, and I'm the last one of this group. It really would have been easier to say that only Vanna and Ophelia are witches, but not everyone has as much sense as me. Elsie: Well, aren't we lovely? I'm Elizabeth Fox, I'm fourteen, and I go to Willowdown School. There aren't any witches in my book. Cecilia: I'm Cecilia Ryan and I'm also fourteen. I'm Elsie's friend. Henrietta: My name is Princess Maria Henrietta of Cavallia, but merely "Henrietta" is fine. I am sixteen years old, although I do not go to school as these do. Vanna: We don't keep secrets since we'll forget everything that happened here once we go back to our books. Ask us anything.
