Welcome to Gaia! ::

Note: This is the first RP I ever did, from 2004.

You wake up and find yourself in a large room.

There is a table near one wall with a chair set for everyone the food on it is always at the perfect temperature and always fresh. The food is also never ending. When a dish is eaten it will replenish itself. When somebody new appears there is always a seat for them. When somebody dies or disappears a chair will vanish. Never more never less than the players in the room.

The room has one door. The door leads to a bathroom. If one person enters the bathroom and the door shuts the next person to go in will find they have to room all to themselves. The first person may exit when they are done and so may the second. Their are no other doors and no windows.

There is a clock in the corner; the clock shows time from 9:00am to 4:59pm. After 4:59pm the clock turns to 9:00am again and everyone feels well rested and renewed. Clothes are cleaned and spotless once again.

The room also has a set of couches and soft chairs set up around a coffee table with many board games and cards on it.

In the corner opposite from the clock is a first aid box. Whenever you reach your hand inside it you find the perfect answer to anything that ails you. However, you cannot get something for somebody else.

In the center of the room is a glowing circle out of which comes many creatures of all shapes, sizes, intelligence, and attitudes. Some only want to harm you. Others only want to help. They fall anywhere in-between.

The very last thing you see is a large painting. Nobody can describe it, Nobody thinks it looks the same. Everyone feels that they should recognize the place it shows. You know that the only way you can get out of the room alive is to figure out the seven symbols below the painting. No two symbols are the same.

There is no past in this place. Only the present. You will not see a future unless you solve the symbols. Only the present exists here.

Although you don't remember your past you are not unprepared. When you first arrive you receive the first weapon that comes to mind and the skill to use it.


I will not have a character. I will be creatures and events. I will leave hints or confusion, clues or misdirections.

Rules:

• You cannot escape once you start. Only if you solve the symbols can your character get out alive. You may start at anytime. You may have more than one character.
  
  
• If you think you have solved the symbols pm me. Don't post it! That would ruin the fun.
  
  
• If you get tired and don't want to play anymore kill your character off or get somebody to do it for you. No killing other players without their permission. If you do not post for long periods of time...say two weeks...(that may change) your character will start to fade.
  
  
• You may kill or try to befriend creatures. They are fair game.
  
  
• You may work together or for yourselves. I care not.
  
  
• Don't create monsters or creatures. This is one of my few jobs. You would be putting me out of work. Any monsters or creatures not created by me are hereby judged to be figments of your imagination...Is the room starting to get to you?

To Join:

In your first post you must describe what you look like and what weapon you chose. That is all anyone would see. That is all you have to post. If you have more than one character please choose a new color for each.

Warning: Please think carefully about weather you want to join or not.
Please follow all rules.

Elijah Strange stretched languidly on the couch, observing his surroundings with rapt attention. A strange, somewhat unnerving grin was worn by his face. He was wearing nothing but white- a white winter trench coat, over a white three piece suit, over a white button up and white undershirt. His black hair and amber eyes were in stark contrast with his wardrobe. Nestled in his lap is a jet black chainsaw, with a large smiley face stenciled on either side of its engine.

Mugan had watched the new arrivals with interest as they came. When addressed by the man with the gun he simply replied.

"Names Mugan... and I guess your guess is as good as mine... can't seem to remember either."

Elijah Strange hopped up from his seat on the couch, and approached the post-modern plastic chair decorated in tiny mirror plates. He slid it back and as he plopped himself into it, he stated.

"Just what I always wanted!"

The mass of his chainsaw slammed into the table as he tossed it from his hands, freeing them to knit together as he regarded which sandwich to take. He chatted with himself as he assembled his breakfast, lunch, or dinner.

"This is sure strange. It's a true blue all you can chew buffet! I'm not complaining though - and have you seen the weather report today? There's a 100% chance of intrigue, with 70% chance of murder. I've never heard a report like that before... the news folks must be taking creative liberties, huh?"

He commenced eating with a vengeance, stuffing his face so rapidly that a physician would grow worrisome and pausing only to slurp from a white plastic goblet of water.

There are many other people in this room with you. Some look like hobos, some seemed rich and well-off. None can remember their names, and none are any better off than you at this point.

Just as things couldn't get weirder, a massive needle materialized in the corner of the room. It spun a few times in place before proceeding to sew the air with bright red thread. As it began to chase people around the room, they vanished, vaporizing on contact as the first symbol began to spin and shimmer in place. Within a few moments, the needle and thread vanished.

Bradley stood up weaved around the people in the room and stood in a corner until the Needle and Thread disappeared. With a startled look on his face, he shoved the last of the sandwich he was eating into his mouth, like a hurried last meal before an execution. As the needle and thread dissapeared, he regained his cool, and walked over to the painting where the spinning symbol was glowing.

"Hmm... I saw these runes earlier. I don't know what they mean."

Leir fell into the room from the nowhere that led to the room, his white robe was spattered with red and his face was scarred, his memory was foggy, but his ability to think was clear.

"Ah! The lucidity of it all!" Leir shouted though he had no idea why the lucidity was important, after he yelled it he saw various others around the room, "This room is unique, for my friends are surely my foes, and my foes are far away." Again Leir knew what he said was madness, but something was different in his mind, "And a rapier at my waist too, what an odd thing to bring to a party." Leir noticed the chair at the table, which he knew undoubtably was his and the symbol in the air. "Ahh! so much! so much!" he cried and sat on floor and rocked slowly back and forth, "A Party! A Party! Everyone's come to the Party!" he said with a rythm in his voice, though the words weren't even part of a song.

Night fell. Or did it? No one can tell in a windowless house. Yet the time passed, and tired faded into energy as the food was restored to the table.

The far end of the table contained a sushi platter. When it appeared, those who paid attention may have noticed the last symbol turn blue, then fade back to normal within seconds.