Clare: Again? Okay. This is Moogs. Mags: Hullo! That is a... Clare-Clare! Clare: Nice to meet you, buddy. Mags: Its a nice... meat you! *Mags covers her face as she giggles* Clare: The malignant sobbing from inside the tent is Fio. Fio: I wanna go home!
May: What I look like? Gabriel: She's not a cryptid, she's a normal person. Light brown hair, gray-blue eyes, freckles, et cetera. May: I've also got this nice cloak, it has a hood! It's pretty torn up, but I've had it for too long to just get rid of it. Gabriel: She called herself a monster cause she used to not be able to control her power. It led to her hurting people. Honestly, she was pretty pessimistic about the whole situation. Her depressed act got pretty annoying after a while. May: What about you three? You've said your names, but what do you do? What's your story about?
Mags: May-May looks like a... a pree-tee ladie! *Clare's usually deadpan eyes give off a hint of disappointment, Mags can tell.* Clare: Man, if only there was an interesting subject here to study- oh. I didn't see you there, Mugsie. Ah. Yes, yes. This is perfect. Could you hold still? I'm taking pictures. *Clare cautiously glances over at May but she quickly turns back while letting out a hollow sigh.* Fio: How rude! I-I'm sorry about- CLARE! Come back here! Clare: Go bother somebody else. I'm busy here. *Clare groans from a distance* Fio: Well, since we're stuck here I think its a great chance for you to make friends- Clare: I am Green Gallow's mascot. Let me remind you how many friends you've got. Fio: Hah! I'm... I know every single yellow hat! Not just Maggie! Clare: No wonder why you still act like a newly hatched chick. Fio: Why you- *~They Fight~* Mags: Um! Maggie can doodle what Clare-Clare looks like! If May-May wanna...
Koss: I am Judron Koss of the Imperial Security Bureau. I have served the Empire since the days of the Republic. I am tracking a dangerous criminal born Com Narcom, whatever alias he may currently be using. I am also dealing with an insurrection on Pasir. I infiltrated the rebels' camp, but a little Weequay street rat of all people recognized me and outed me to the group. The last thing I remember is their leader striking my skull with the butt end of his blaster rifle. Tarkay: This street rat, you didn't 'appen to catch 'is name, did you? Koss: No. Why would I? Although he seemed to know mine, it's the first thing that came out of his mouth the moment he saw me. Why? Tarkay: No reason. Anyway, name's Tarkay. The wife and I used to run a cantina on Monderon 'til we went broke. An' to top it off, our foster daughter Seela-- Tarkay's wife: Seena. Tarkay: Seena-- that's what I said, dearest-- got kidnapped by... Well, we believe it's one of the aliases this Narcom fellow's been usin'. He was mighty rich, tried to bribe us, but I'm an honest gentleman, I am, and I said no, an' he wouldn' listen, an' when I went to get my rifle 'e grabbed 'er an' ran. And then our eldest daughter Portia 'as the gall to betray 'er own flesh an' blood, we 'ad to disown 'er of course... Is there a lav around 'ere? I 'ave to vacate my bowels somethin' awful.
Sapphire: We will forget everything? Kirika: No one told us this. Nina: So, in that case, will you tell Asiri and I what you are hiding? (Sapphire and Kirika talk quietly for a few minutes) Sapphire: If the topic comes up in this room, then yes, I suppose we will. Asiri: So…you are simply going to let us know that yes, you have secrets, but no, you will not tell us even though we will forget this when we leave? Kirika: Our author isn’t ready to write the brutal confrontation. And we are not ready to experience it. (Nina and Asiri have a brief discussion in Quechua) Nina: Very well. Asiri: But we do expect the truth whenever it does come up. Do not attempt to avoid it. Sapphire: Of course.
Tarkay: Oh, ‘ere’s a door. Must be the lav. Back in a bit. [walks into the bathroom] Tarkay’s wife: Ugh, he’s finally gone.
May: Well, if you want to draw, then go ahead! Gabriel: Clare, if you wanted to see something cool, I've got something pretty interesting for ya. Have you ever seen a man with wings?
Tarkay’s wife: You mean a ‘uman with wings? Or one o’ them Toydarians you see flapping ‘round the market?
Gabriel: A full-fledged human. *A pair of white, feathery wings appear on his back.* My parents stole a demon's power and gave it to me. So now I can fly. I've got two more pairs, but you'll probably never see all of them. *Closes eyes and concentrates. A second pair of wings appear under the first pair. The feathers on both pairs appear to be singed.* I get stronger when I reveal a pair, but it's a bit dangerous for me to let all three show. *The second pair disappears, and the wings are no longer singed.* I can keep the first pair going just fine, though. What's a Toydarian? Is it an animal, or more humanoid?
Tarkay's wife: Big floppy nose, 'orrible underbite, will sell you a used speeder for three times the price of a new one. So you tell me. Koss: They are classified as fully sentient. Tarkay's wife: Can't crack any around 'im, I see.
Clare: I don't think that is a very practical trait, but I guess that's interesting enough. *Clare is buzzing with excitement, Mags can tell.* Fio: How about me?! Mags: Argh! The paper is... too small!
May: Sarah always said that the worst kind of person is a slimy merchant, so I get you, lady. By the way, kids, those wings are really soft, too. I like the picture, by the way. Do you make a lot of them?
*Mags shakes her head.* Mags: It is... speshull! Clare: Feast yer eyes, ladies. It's a once in a week spectacle. *Clare gently strokes circles on Mags' cheeks while she holds Fio in a triangle choke.*
Clare: Looks like we got the place to ourselves, Magsie. Quick. Let's establish a more permanent presence. Mags: Hup! Clare: We must improve our standard of living if we want to survive in this place. Fio: This is the first time I heard you say something that makes sense! Okay, I will help! Mags: Hup-hup! Fio: Is that... my pants!? Clare: Perfection.
Koss: How peculiar. I seem to be turning to dust from the waist down. [Koss fades away.] Tarkay: [suppressing vomit] I feel 'orrible. Dorana, could you give my back a good thump? [Tarkay's wife slugs her husband in the back, but her hand goes right through him as he is also disintegrating.] Tarkay's wife: I wonder if this is how we go back. Tarkay: Yup. I can see the other side now. [Tarkay fades away.] Tarkay's wife: Well, goodbye then. [She fades away.]
Vanna: This is the Character Chatroom. You can talk to people of all types of backgrounds, from stories written by other people. Jasmine: Rishnaran, how many stories are you writing? You have so many characters! *To Qualdo* Hello. Where are you from? Vanna: Girls, you don't have to build anything. You only have to ask for stuff. This room can give you anything. That is a nice tent, though. Cis: I've been wondering. Is Maggie your little sister? And what is a yellow-hat? *A girl, dressed similarly to Henrietta, enters the room.* Arabella: Henrietta! J'ai tu trouve! Les autres viennent plutot, et je- Henrietta: No, cherie. Here, we must speak English. Introduce yourself. Arabella: Ah. I apologise. Madame Arabella de Marchant at your service. *Curtseys* I am a friend of Henrietta's, and therefore permitted to use only her Christian name in private settings. Our other friends will arrive shortly. Fare you all well? *To Henrietta* They are a strange-looking group. Henrietta: They come from many settings, mostly from the future or from other worlds. We must not speak for too long, for our author already has many characters here.
Fio: Thanks! That's very nice of you. Clare: Its okay, standard protocol. Building an inconspicuous forward base is an essential part of the Conqueror's Doctrine. Fio: Cut that out! Mags: Clare-Clare is Maggie's... buddy! Clare: Mm. The Frontier Internship Program encourages us to do basic training with Yellow Hats to develop our leadership skills. Mugs is my lieutenant. Mags: Hup! Clare: Boss was my buddy back when I was a Yellow Hat.
The Rishnaran: Oh, I'm writing four. Qualdo's from the story Koss and the Tarkays came from. Qualdo: I'm from the streets o' Pasir. Been on my own since I was three, but I get along just fine even though I'm little. [spits] Where are you ladies from? Your clothes are nicer than mine. S'pose that's 'cause you're grownups 'ose parents didn' kick you out o' the house for not bein' a girl. The Rishnaran: You've just met them.
Truman: Welcome, Qualdo. Hello, Henrietta. That was a nice 'Infinity War' exit your author did there, Rishnaran. Much more graceful than Seeker's 'chest-buster' entrance, a few posts back. * to the pixel-peeps * Y'know, you can Conquer all the Doctrine your hearts desire here, but these characters have their own realities to return to. There will be no one to live in your territory. Maybe people will visit if you keep it small and provide some entertainment. The Alphas will help you, if you want. They can do pretty much anything, if it obeys The Dignity Law.
Qualdo: Right. Got any food? A meiloorun? Joganfruit? Scrap o' polystarch? I'm starving. I thought when you died you went to Quay's 'alls to feast at the right 'and of Am-Shak. This 'ell? I thought I'd been a good boy. I 'ave stolen quite a bit, but it was only 'cause I needed it. I get it from my parents anyway. They're goin' to 'ell for sure if I have.
Clare: Really? You hear that, buddy? We have secured our own piece of... Chatroom. Mags: Clare-Clare! Is the Chat-room a camp? Clare: Mm. We have successfully infiltrated the Chatroom. It's all thanks to you, buddy. Good work, good work. Mags: [gasps] We're in a... a camp in a camp!? Clare: Yes. We will learn lots of stuff from the visitors while being all inconspicuous-like. *The two ominously giggles inside the inconspicuous tent at the corner of the Chatroom.*
