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"…"
Well, there was no denying it, Sonicsprite was about the best choice Tuluch could've made. And that hat… It just looked so perfect! Tuluch snapped himself out of his stupor as soon as he realized just how badly he was geeking out.
"I gue55 I 5hould get b4Ck to Cle4ring out the5e intruder5…" He looked over to Sonicsprite and smirked, adding: "You w4nn4 join me? I Could u5e 4 good wingm4n! I've got 4 repliC4 of ExC4libur from You 4nd the Bl4Ck Knight! We Could do 5ome 5eriou5 h4Ck 4nd 5l45h!"
Sonicsprite thought it over for a fraction of a second, then stood from the couch and winked.
"Yeah, you got it! But first…" He cleared his throat and flashed a knowing smirk back at Tuluch before continuing;
"Would you swat a fly with a drawing of a flyswatter? Should you wear a costume to keep warm on a windy day? Isn't there any way to CHANGE what you've almost got into a thing that you DO have? When what you're looking for can't be bought anymore, if you beg or if you borrow, you may never find your way, LIVE AND LEARN… Oh, heh, sorry. When you can't find what you need at stores, how do you make what you need real?"
Tuluch stood staring blankly at Sonicsprite for a few seconds before asking:
"Ok, 5o, thi5 i5 4nother one of tho5e 'CryptiC, my5teriou5 riddle5' like you did before 4bout the 5himmering port4l, right? WhiCh, by the w4y, I 5till h4ve no ide4 wh4t you're t4lking 4bout with th4t one…"
Sonicsprite chuckled a little and answered simply, "Yep!"
"… 4we5ome. 4h, well, ok. I'll try to figure out wh4t you me4n then, 5inCe you w4nn4 do th4t before we C4n go on 4 r4mp4ge 4g4in5t the5e… uh, guy5."
Tuluch went and sat down so he could think, and started trying to puzzle the riddle a bit. He thought hard, and managed to start unwinding things;
"Wh4t'5 the Common ide4 here? 4 picture of 4 fly5w4tter… 4 Co5tume? Let'5 5ee… Ch4ngeing wh--"
And his phone went off.
"OH FOR THE LOVE OF PETER P4RKER!!"
He dug the smartphone out of his back pocket, refusing to get up from his comfy spot and read the message. It had been sent out to everybody, and it had actually been a couple minutes ago. He hadn't heard the notification, only the reminder.
cC: bhagvuo
"… WH4T. The heCk. W4it… th4t 'o' i5 4n 'o'! Th4t'5 not…"
EO: D4n! Wh4t'5 going on?! Why 4re you 5ending out non5en5e gibberi5h? 4nd why the l4Ck of quirk!? 4re you 4lright?! 4nd don't be kidding 4round thi5 time… if you N4K 4t me ONE more time…
He hit send and waited for a response.
"Hey, li5ten, 5onic5prite… I know you're doing the whole riddle thing, 4nd I do kind4 like it, it forCe5 me to think, whiCh i5 good, Cuz then I'm not ju5t Con5t4nly h4Cking 4w4y, but I'm pretty worried 4bout D4n. Do you think m4ybe you Could ju5t tell me wh4t you me4n? I won't be 4ble to figure it out when I'm worrying 4bout D4nwer…"
Sonicsprite raised an eyebrow and tapped his foot a little (since he found them so important, he usually had them materialized regardless of their necessity), but the little smile on his face showed more amusement than irritation.
"Yeah, sure, no problem. But only because it's an emergency, ok?"
"Heh, ye4h, I know. Th4nk5, dude."
"No problemo! So, basically, what I was trying to say is that you really should find a way to make some REAL swords. Stop usin' those replicas, man! They'll just break, and then it'll be GAME OVER!"
"PFFT… h4h4!"
"Huh? What? What's so funny?"
"Did you re4lly ju5t 54y "It's GAME OVER!"? H4H4! Th4t'5 5o 4we5ome… how m4ny time5 did you 54y th4t during the Dre4mC45t er4 g4me5?"
"… Wow, I didn't think I said it that often…"
"No, no! Th4t'5 not wh4t I me4nt, I thought it w45 pretty 4m4zing th4t you 54id it, 4Ctu4lly! I don't me4n to do th4t… I C4n't help it! I'm 4 huge geek…"
"Hey, no sweat!" Sonicsprite popped a thumbs up as the two of them entered Tuluch's room, where the fancy new machines could be found.
"5o… m4ke 4 re4l 5word, huh? Hmm… how would I go 4bout th4t, 4nyw4y? The only 5word5 I have 4re replic45… 4nd, well… I need NOT replic45. W4it… m4ybe th4t'5 wh4t I need to do then… ju5t… remove the replic4? Or 5omething? UGH… I wish D4n'd reply… he'd know wh4t I needed to do. Bl4rg. The one time when I W4NT my flippin phone to go off…"

Danwer leaned back for a moment, and his Palshouter went off, twice, almost consecutively.

"… WH4T. The heCk. W4it… th4t 'o' i5 4n 'o'! Th4t'5 not…"
EO: D4n! Wh4t'5 going on?! Why 4re you 5ending out non5en5e gibberi5h? 4nd why the l4Ck of quirk!? 4re you 4lright?! 4nd don't be kidding 4round thi5 time… if you N4K 4t me ONE more time…
Danwer cocked an eyebrow. This was exactly the kind of challenge Tuluch liked to make, and Danwer always accepted. CC:"NAK NAK NAK!"
He remained silent for just long enough for Tuluch to get annoyed by this before speaking again. CC: "Yeah, I fell a2leep 0n my keyb0ard. I7 2eem2 I am n07 immune 70 wha7ever i7 i2 7ha7 ha2 been making every0ne fall a2leep up0n en7ering 7he Medium."

Danwer flipped over to his conversation with Nick.
BA: Yeah sure why not Just dont break my house anymore then its already broken
BA: My bed is outside and my stove is in my living room
BA: Dont even get me started on my tub
CC: "C00l, 7hi2 w0n'7 7ake l0ng, and I ju27 need 70 make 2ure I can c0nnec7 70 y0u."
Danwer put the disk in, and made sure to connect to Nick's client game. After a few moments of waiting, Danwer's new server disk connected to Nick's game successfully, and he was given control of Nick's environment. He pick up a couple of things, but put them right back where he found them. No sense in wasting nick's grist unnecessarily.
CC: "Hey, Nick, I'm ab0ut 70 dr0p a few m0re 70y2 in y0ur envir0nmen7. D0n'7 w0rry, y0u have plen7y of Gri27 f0r 7hem, J0ining 2ix7h gave y0u a pre77y ridicul0u2 27ar7ing 2um. I'll 7ry 70 ge7 y0u 20me c0de2 70 make 7hi2 27uff m0re u2eful in a bi7."

Danwer looked in the catalog of objects available to Nick, and dropped the Jumper Block Extension, and a Punch Card Shunt on one of the slots. Then he dropped the Punch Disignix nearby.

CC: "0kay, I'm g0ing 70 di2c0nnec7 wi7h y0u. I've 2e7 up a mem0 f0r u2 70 2hare any7hing we learn ab0u7 7he alchemy 2y27em. make 2ure 70 check i7 0u7 la7er, I'll ge7 20me u2efull c0de2 in 7here 200n."

Wi7h 7ha7, Danwer di2c0nnec7ed fr0m Nick'2 client. "0kay, n0w f0r 7he REAL 7e27..." Which was, of course, to see if the new code would allow him to connect to multiple clients, as well as himself.

He began entering the information for his own client, and the server program began the connection process. the connection took longer than it did with Nick, but it did, in fact, work. "Alright, now to drop all of this crap in my house, so I can get to work."

Danwer dropped all of the equipment he could afford to into his house, which was quite a good deal of it. He hoped to defray some of these costs for everyone else by making all this stuff alchemizable.

Nick looked down at his phone as he heard the ping that told him a message had come in. There was no point in trying to figure out who sent it, because it was obviously Danwer. He didn't bother responding, and slid the phone back into his pocket. His sister was headed towards the kitchen and he needed to hurry up and collect all of the grist that was lying around.

After collecting it all he turned and watched as one of the "toys" that Danwer mentioned was placed in a clear space. At least he didn't go throwing his things out of the window, like someone else did. He understood that it could have simply been an accident but he found it a bit hard to believe. With a shrug he moved towards the thing and examined it, and figured it was probably the punch designix by the way it looked. Another ping went off on his phone and he pulled it out of his pocket to examine it. Danwer was disconnecting from the server.

BA: Alright cool
BA: Hope everything works out for you

Finally putting the phone away, sure that no one else was going to interrupt him again he headed towards the kitchen, following the sounds of things being moved around. As he stepped into the room he saw his sister floating over by the counter, pushing random things around without touching them.

"What in the world are you doing? Aren't you supposed to be helping me, instead of messing around?"

She spun around, a sound that seemed strangely like a growl escaping her as she suddenly moved in front of him. Yeah, she wasn't happy, however Nick stared straight at her, not intimidated, but ready to pull out his sword if he needed to. His sister had a much milder temper then he did, but he was sure that the idea of being prototyped with a dog in a game that pretty much most likely destroyed their entire planet was enough to set her off to something close to his level.

"You, you..EXCUSE ME?! YOU TURN ME INTO A FLOATING DOG GIRL, DEMAND THAT I HELP INSTEAD OF ASKING AND YOU EXPECT ME TO JUST SIT HERE AND OFFER YOU ADVISE?!"

"So, you won't help me then? Not like I didn't expect that, but come on! There has to be something else I have to do other then run around and kill imps all of the time! Ugg...whatever I'll just figure it out myself."

Nick's eyes were narrowed, fists clenched, his temper flaring. He really had expected her not to want to help, but that didn't change the fact that it was still more then just a little aggravating to know so little about what was going on around him. Turning on his heel he stormed out of the kitchen, though he could tell she was following him because of her nagging voice getting no quieter. He was about to try something out on the punch designix when another ping caught his attention. Pulling out the phone he checked it, and then cursed to himself, his anger draining away as he turned and bolted from the living room, and up the stairs, taking three at a time. Once at the top he started typing a message to Lohi.

BA: Lohi sorry i totally forgot
BA: Trying to deal with a nagging sprite who refuses to help me at all
BA: Im heading back to my computer now to start building up the house

To be honest he didn't know how it was possible to forget something like that, but he had managed to. However that didn't matter now, he planned on getting at least a little built before he had to go and take care some of his own things. At least he had his laptop for when he left the house. A loud crashing sound outside brought his attention to a window that he had been about to pass in the hall however, and for the first time he actually looked outside. It seemed, that unfortunately, taking electronics that weren't water proof outside wasn't going to do him any good. A flash of lighting off in the distance lit up the cloud darkened sky and he sighed.

"This is going to be a long day."

Zaviga woke up with a start at the sound of loud, angry barking. In a panicked state he got onto his legs to find himself suddenly wobbly, a lukewarm sensation trailing down the side of his head. Dazed, he brought a hand to his face and pulled it away to find it painted lightly with his blood. Looking down on the softly carpeted floor of his room he found a small stain of green where he had lain and a small splattering of green on the table next to it.

"WoNdErful. i ENtEr thE gamE, black out aNd procEEd to poSSibly coNcuSS mySElf. thiS iS StartiNg out SplENdidly."
The loud barking which had woken him up continued, this time accompanied by strange squealing noises, the sound of liquid spraying and oddly pitched screams. Quickly Zaviga moved to the window to see Ceremaera, his Giant Teacup Poodle Cerebus Lusus covered in a swarm of strange black creatures with a variety of different attributes which were attacking her with garden impliments. A glowing green hog with a ghost butt appeared to be helping, shooting glowing green liquid at the creatures. Opening the window the Troll leaned out to yell an order before he stopped and noticed his surroundings.

Around the majority of his hive save for the very back were walls of varying size and composition with entrances into them at random. Some walls seemed to be made out types of stone while others seemed to be made of hedges or corn. All walls regardless of form occasionally shifted in height ranging from room-sized walls to towering hundreds of feet. From his hive's third floor he could see over the shorter sections to see endless mazes with islands of space for buildings, groves, even mountains in the far distance. The sky itself seemed to be in perpetual darkness, a perfect canvas for the insane amounts of lasers and lightshows painting it, the colorful lights coming from various places in the massive labyrinth.

With a shake of his head he called down to the fighting forms, "hEy! cErEmaEra! jump iNto thE hogSprESSoSpritE!"

The Lusus did not hear his call. Neither did the Hogspressosprite, both of them continuing to fight the swarm of minions, the two holding their own but beginning to become overtaken. Meanwhile minions began pouring out of both one of the labyrinth's stone entrances and from out of the corn, the creatures seeming to be drawn by Ceremaera's loud barks.

Barks which were increasingly changing from angered to pained.

Zaviga swore and ran out of the room, beginning a fretful trek down a three story tall spiral staircase.

And that's when Zaviga's Bag of Holding Modus began screaming at him, his captchalogued biPhone suddenly receiving a handful of messages at once from the rest of the players. The loud sound startled the troll so badly that despite having safely ran down them hundreds of times he found himself missing a step and began a two and a half story long fall down the staircase.

When Zaviga was creating the blueprints for his hive as a young troll his Lusus had seemed worried about adding more than a second story. Ceremaera had whined at him when the unbroken spiral staircase to the second and third floors had been added. Both times Zaviga had assured the Cerepood that he was too careful to ever have to worry about falling down the stairs.

Halfway down Zaviga begrudgingly admitted to himself that the Lusus had indeed warned him about stairs.

And then Zaviga Astius blacked out.

Danwer was about to respond to Tuluch's questions, but there was just something he HAD to say first. This was direly important. And it was bugging him immensely.

CC: "Dude, mip0r7an7? Really? Did y0u ju27 7ype 7ha7? Wha7 d0e2 7ha7 even mean? 0bvi0u2ly y0u're que27i0n2 can'7 be 7ha7 imp0r7an7 if y0u can'7 even de2cribe 7hem wi7h pr0per 2pelling."

He waited just a moment for this to sink in before continuing. CC: "Y0u need 70... wha7? Rem0ve 7he... fake fr0m 20me7hing?" He rubbed his forhead. That didn't make sense. Until he thought about it for a moment. CC: "0kay, I 7hink I kn0w wha7 y0u need 70 d0... Y0u need 70 fin2 an07her i7em 7ha7 ha2 a2 li77le in c0mm0n wi7h 7he i7em y0u wan7 70... unfakify, 07her 7han i7'2 fakene22. 0kay, 7ha7 2en7ence 20und2 20 27upid, bu7 anyway, 7hen y0u need 70 find 0u7 wha7 par72 0f 7heir c0de2 are 7he 2ame, and 7ake 0ne 0f 7h02e par72 0u7 a7 a 7ime, and 2ee wha7 happen2. Make 2ure y0u rec0rd which h0le y0u changed, and i7 2h0uld be 7he 2ame f0r all y0ur replica i7em2."

He leaned back for a second. CC: "Hey, I have 20me w0rk 70 d0. Y0u 7ry 7ha7, and 7ell me if i7 w0rk2 la7er."

Danwer turned around and looked at the alchemy equipment. He sent all the items currently in his inventory to storage and retrieved empty captchaballs. He caused one to revert to a card, and captchaloqued it, and copied down the code, and he then uncaptchaloqued it and put it back on his belt as a ball. He then tossed a ball at each of the separate alchemy tools, and grabbed the codes for those. He un captchaloqued them, and made punch cards with each of the codes he had so far.

He then began placing cards into extension shunts, and found the combination that most optimized the alchemy station, and captchaloqued it. He copied down the code, and placed it back in his room, and then captchloqued the other objects and sent them to storage, to keep them out of the way. He then retrieved his inventory he had earlier.

"Alrigh7, n0w 70 ge7 d0wn 70 7he ac7ual alchemy..."

Danwer looked up several of the codes he had looked up ahead of time for the use of alchemy when he got into the game. The code for his Desktop Computer, his Headset, and his Glasses, he combined them with the following formula.

Computer||Headset&&Glasses

Then he combined the code for his Optimized Alchemy Station with the code for his old Yu-Gi-Oh style gaming gauntlet.

Station&&Gauntlet

Then, he alchemized the items to see what he got.

==> Kyanos: Wake Up!

Kyanos awoke with a start; a jarring, sudden wakefulness filled him. However, sitting up perhaps a bit too fast, the room did a quick spin, and he had to clench his eyes shut for a moment. Slowly reopening them, he took inventory of his surroundings.

First and foremost, his mind immediately began questioning why he had been asleep in the first place. Rubbing the base of his candy colored horns, he forced himself to remember anything before the blackout. There had been meteors headed straight for his hive, and remembering this, he quickly rose to his feet in alarm.

The room remained the same as it had been, and there didn’t seem to be any sign of meteors. None that obliterated his home anyway, and it hadn’t been a dream; that much he knew. There was his recuperacoon, right where… No, that wasn’t where HE left it. The hole in the wall and overturned recuperacoon beside the opened Cruxtruder told the tale well enough. That sopor slime might take a while to clean up, and he certainly hoped his Lusus hadn’t tried to eat any of it. Where WAS his Lusus, anyway? Not in this room, he guessed. But that would have to wait. He had to remember…

Right, there had been a countdown. He had been warned of that, and he also remembered his Server Player prototyping that awesome Rocketeer statue in his front foyer. Man, he was gonna miss that thing. But that thought brought forth other, more pressing matters in his mind. HE had been a Server Player too.

A baffling sound came from behind him, like that of someone speaking from behind thick glass, and he spun around instinctively pulling up his Lancekind specibus. The glowing yellow Rocketeersprite stared back at him, trying to say something in some kind of ridiculous muffled code, and Kyanos relaxed. Guess he hadn’t lost it permanently after all. Unfortunately, that was the last thing he COULD remember before blacking out. Maybe he’d remember later.

Regardless, he remembered enough to know that he should probably ping his co-players to signal that he wasn’t dead. Pulling out his laptop, he wasn’t a bit surprised to see that there were messages waiting for him. A lot of them.

==> Kyanos: Answer Danwer!

Oh look! There was one from Danwer. Good! Maybe he had something insightful to-

CC: bhagvuo

Oh. Okay then.

silverPegasus [SP] responded to crazyC0llec70r [CC]

SP: Dαnwεr.
SP: Αrε yου αlrιght?
SP: Ι hαvε nο ιdεα whαt thαt mεαns.
SP: Ι blαckεd ουt fοr αn υndεtεrmιnεd αmουnt οf tιmε.
SP: Plεαsε dο nοt tεll mε my rεαdιng cοmprεhεnsιοn skιlls hαvε gοnε vαcαnt οn mε αs wεll.

==> Kyanos: Answer Baikal!

No. You just woke up. You REALLY don’t want to deal with this guy right now…

…Fine, let’s see what he has to say.

PP: l-ley! ^nyone out there? l_ooks like l took an unexpected nap.

Incompetent as usual, obviously. Of course, this message would have been a lot more fun to respond to if you hadn’t also just woken up from a blackout. Still, may as well respond and push a few buttons in the process:

silverPegasus [SP] responded to piratePhilosophy [PP]

SP: Ι normαlly woυld υsε thιs opportυnιty to poιnt oυt how poorly thιs rεflεcts υpon yoυr lεαdεrshιp skιlls αs α Fυchsια Blood.
SP: Howεvεr, ιt αppεαrs thαt υnεxpεctεd nαps αrε α thιng thαt ιsn’t not hαppεnιng.
SP: So εnjoy α brιεf rεprιεvε from my scorn whιlε Ι αttεmpt thε ιmpossιblε tαsk of ιnιtιαtιng somε kιnd of cιvιl dιscoυrsε bεtwεεn υs.
SP: Ι jυst wokε υp mysεlf αnd fεεl thε nεεd, dεspιtε my υttεr loαthιng of yoυ αnd yoυr ιmpossιblε cιphεr of α typιng qυιrk, to bεcomε αbrεαst of thε sιtυαtιon.

==> Kyanos: Answer Lohi

Oh, hey, you don’t often talk to this guy. Looks like he wants to chat. Probably more fun that that pirate wannabe.

YS: Hèÿ äll, höw§ èvèrÿönè döïng öût thèrè؟
YS: I'vè pröbäblÿ bèèn lûckÿ §ö fär,
YS: thè ïmp§ ärè mö§tlÿ öût§ïdè mÿ äpärtmènt änd Gïlè§prïtè äctûällÿ gävè mè §ömè û§èfûl ïnfö,
YS: I'm äböût tö chèck öût öût§ïdè änd §èè ïf I cän fïnd änÿthïng û§èfûl bèförè I mäkè ä §tïnk äböût mÿ Sèrvèr pläÿèr nöt bûïldïng ûp tö thät gätè
YS: mÿ chät clïènt ï§ nöw händ§-frèè §ö I cän tälk änd fïght
YS: änd I'm öpèn för cönvèr§ätïön §ö lèt§ pläÿ "gèt tö knöw ÿöû bèttèr" ä bït
YS: §ïncè I bärèlÿ knöw mö§t öf ÿöû, èh؟

SilverPegasus [SP] responded to yesterdaysScribbler [YS]

SP: Yεs, hεllο.
SP: Wε hαvεn’t spοkεn mυch.
SP: Ιt ιs οf grεαt rεlυctαncε thαt Ι mεntιοn my rεcεnt αwαkεnιng frοm αn υnwαrrαntεd nαp.
SP: Ι hαvε nοt vεntυrεd ουtsιdε οf my hιvε yεt, bυt Ι ιntεnd tο αftεr Ι hαvε rεspοndεd tο thε pιlε οf mεssαgεs thαt hαvε stαckεd υp dυrιng my lεαvε οf cοnscιουsnεss.
SP: Ι αm gοιng tο sεαrch fοr my Lυsυs οncε Ι αm fιnιshεd hεrε.
SP: Ι dο nοt knοw whεrε hε hαs gοnε, αnd ιt ιs bοthεrιng mε.
SP: Thεrε ιs sοpοr slιmε αll οvεr thε flοοr hεrε αnd ιf hε αtε αny οf ιt, thε lαst thιng Ι dεsιrε ιs fοr hιm tο wαndεr οff ιn α stαtε οf ιnhιbιtιοn.

==> Kyanos: Answer blackoutInfection

This guy is weird. But he seems to have an inquiry. May as well make your wakefulness known to as many people as possible.

BI: okay guys. i have know idea what's going and still not sure if i want to know, but what happens now?

silverPegasus [SP] responded to blackoutInfection[BI]

SP: Ι αm ιn thε sαmε prεdιcαmεnt.
SP: Ι οnly jυst nοw αwοkε tο α tοrrεnt οf mεssαgεs.
SP: Αftεr Ι wαs αppαrεntly αslεεp.
SP: Fοr αn εmbαrαssιngly υnknοwn αmουnt οf tιmε.
SP: Ιf Ι lεαrn αnythιng, Ι wιll lεt yου knοw.
SP: Rιght nοw Ι hαvε tο cοntαct my Clιεnt Plαyεr, αs Ι dο nοt sεε αny mεssαgεs frοm hεr.
SP: Ιf yου hαvε hεαrd αnythιng, ιt wουld bε wιsε tο kεεp ουr cο-plαyεrs ιnfοrmεd.

==> Kyanos: Contact Malina

Okay, only one thing left to do, then it’s off to explore! You get on the horn and immediately poke your Client. After all, the blackout could have had disastrous consequences, and it’s something worth considering. If you screwed this up, you know you’d never hear the end of it from your Kismesis.

silverPegasus [SP] began shouting to perniciousCatalyst [PC]

SP: Mαlιnα.
SP: Αrε yου αlrιght?
SP: Αs yουr Sεrvεr Plαyεr ιt ιs my dυty tο mαkε sυrε thαt yου αrε prοcεεdιng αdmιrαbly.
SP: Αnd αs yουr wεll bειng ιs pαrtly ιn my hαnds, Ι mυst ιnsιst ιn αffιrmιng thαt nο hαrm hαs οf yεt bεfαllεn yου.
SP: Ι αpοlοgιzε ιn αdvαncε, αs Ι hαd αn υnεxpεctεd blαckουt αnd wαs υnαblε tο αssιst.
SP: Plεαsε rεspοnd.

Jenn groaned. Of course she would pass out upon doing WHATEVER this was. Honestly, this game confused her. Then again, it was a computer game. Evil things. Truely. It had been on and off during the time when various people she may or may not know had been explaining things that were probably important and that she missed about three-quarters of.

She looked around. It seemed like she'd passed out on her laptop, her cheek pressed to the keyboard. Looking at it, the screen was black and lightly smoking. Naturally. Whatever inexplicable thing that caused any technology to break (and sometimes catch fire or explode) if it touched her bare skin for more thirty seconds had remained. She fetched another from the stash she had in the closet, double-checking that she had her gloves on. Jenn didn't even bother to go back to the desk, instead sitting down on the floor and starting it up right there. She needed to find out what was happening.

derivativeTesitmony [DT] began shouting at blackoutInfection [BI]
DT: Seth
DT: Seeeeeeeeeeeeth
DT: Seth wat's hapning is this wat the game was sposed to do?

Okay. Now what?

Might as well pick up those computers. She Captchaloged them quickly, satisfied when she saw them go into her item deck. The Summoning Modus was a pain, but it was also cool.

An amorphous blue glowing thing with her leather cosplay vest was hovering at the other end of the room. It was unsettling, but Jenn shrugged it off as one of the hings she probably missed. It frustrated her a little, that she didn't know what was going on, but she swallowed it back. She remembered the blobby thing coming out when she followed a piece of instructions from.... Someone, and remembered waving her vest at it in hopes of making it go away. Seems like it... Absorbed?... The vest. Which was not great but, okay. Maybe it would absorb whatever she threw at it? She reached beside her, feeling for something to test her hypothesis with. A little plastic figurine was stuck in the crack between the closet door's hinge and the wall. She pulled it out- a DnD archer mini. Good enough. Smiling thinly, she tossed it at the blob, which, indeed, absorbed it. It kind of pulsed, and became a mostly humanoid thing- still wearing her vest- with a bow and quiver slung over it's back, and a ghostly butt-tail. It seemed... Friendly. Oh-kay, weird, but friendly.

She turned back to the computer,hoping for some answers, and tried to open the chat with Seth back up. Of course, Jenn was terrible with computers, and she didn't notice that she was clicking the thing for a new chat with a random user.

derivativeTesitmony [DT] began shouting at perniciousCatalyst [PC]
DT: Seth there's this glowy thing & it looks like it wants my atention
DT: I think I missd some things when ppl were xplaining wat was goin on

OoC: Let me know if I need to change anything, guys. First posts always make me nervous....