[KNIGHTS] Tomorrow Dreams (ORP)

[Guardian Cosmos]

HOW THIS RP WILL WORK

This is going to run in a slightly different format from usual mod-guided RPs -- in short, you will be able to learn more about what's going on here by interacting with the setting. If you've ever played a text adventure game, this will be kind of like that!

After each moderator post, you may include suggestions in your post about what you would like to see next. This can take the form of a character taking some sort of action (e.g. attempting to investigate a nearby object or doing something to it, and so on) or even just your character wondering or wishing about something they want to know more about. The suggestion part of your post must be typed IN BOLD, and please keep it to ONE suggestion per post! The next mod post will incorporate some of the suggestions players have posted as a way to reveal things and direct the story.

You do not have to be directly quoted for an observation to apply to your character! Everything that has been posted from this mule is intended to be stuff that any character can notice and work with in their next post and suggestion.


Please keep in mind that this RP is KNIGHTS ONLY! Sorry, but other character classes can't make appearances here.

In addition to this, please be aware that your Knight is not aware that anyone else is around yet. This will change soon, but for now everyone should believe they are alone!

Feel free to join in at any time! You are welcome to backtrack and reply to what's already happened. However, you can only give suggestions to the most recent post!

Lastly, this RP has no posting order. As such, treat is as a normal ORP. Mod posts will be as reasonably paced as possible so everyone hopefully has a chance to contribute more than once.


The adventure begins in the next post!  

[Guardian Cosmos]

It's dark here. It's also strange that this is the very first thing you noticed. There's a number of other things that are troublesome about your situation. You have no idea where you are, or how you got here. You don't know what time it is, or how long it's been since the last time you were home. It's extremely difficult to remember the last thing you were doing before you became aware you were now in this place -- and that's an important distinction to make there, since you didn't wake up to behold this lack of scenery. You're standing up straight, even, and it feels more like you stepped into this situation from your familiar, yet distant life elsewhere. Which sounds a bit strange even as you think it.

Your hands are bare, and your clothes seem comfortable enough even though you can't see them. For the time being you're just a normal, run-of-the-mill child of the Earth.

And it's just about pitch black, which continues to stick out in your mind as more important than anything else going through it.

What do you do?

 

[Lithiasaur]

Once again, Anthony Darrow found himself in another strange situation that had no seeming explanation and was very, very disorienting. He grimaced and put a hand to his head, shaking both and then realizing the action was just making his muddy head feel even thicker.

He grunted and got to his feet. Had he been off them?

No, he hadn't. The sensation of coming into himself restored the feeling into his legs and arms, but he realized he had never been laying down. He was standing, and there was nothing. It occurred to him then that he had no idea where he had come from, or even what he had just been doing. Had he been fighting?

Did he die?

Something in that didn't seem entirely likely. He could still feel: there was something in this blackness that called to life. All he knew that he was here, where ever this was, if it was in fact even a place. Assuming he was alone, his first instinct wasn't to call out to anyone else and of course he did not feel that very familiar urge to protect. He closed his eyes, since they weren't helping him anyway, and took a breath. Centering himself, he decided to try and walk. Hands held up in front of him blindly, Tony took a cautious step, reaching out with his hands and his feelings to find something in the strange bleak around him. If there was anything to be found.

This whole thing was very unsettling, and even that thought felt like a severe understatement.  

[endejester]

Dark, a great expanse of darkness, where was he? The question crept over him like needles quickly chanced by ‘what had he been doing just now? It felt far too much like the dreams, the disassociation between ‘self’ and reality that had happened after the accident. Had he been in another accident?

“Hello?” he called out to see if there was any answer as he tried to assess his situation; maybe there was someone else there, maybe they had a light, or knew where one was… or maybe there were grues and dragons in the dark.  

[Syusaki]

He couldn’t see. Lian stretched out a hand to see if he could touch something, find a wall or object to use as a landmark so he could grope through the darkness. Before he could fully straighten out his arm, he stopped to think over his current situation. It was pitch black, but he couldn’t recall going into a room where it was completely dark. In fact, he didn’t know where he was or how he arrived to this befuddling location. He figured he had been doing something—what that something was he didn’t know, but it was something—before this, but he couldn’t recall how long it had been since then. Lian attempted to look around, hoping to spot some vague shapes of shadows he could walk toward. It was disorienting to be standing in the middle of nowhere, sightless. There was absolutely nothing. No sights or sounds to guide him or offer him clues about his predicament.

Lian shifted uncomfortably in his spot. While he didn’t want to move and somehow fall into a hole he couldn’t see, he was getting rather antsy too. He felt around for his phone, praying its light would offer him some insight.  

[Guardian Cosmos]

Lithia_Brandon

Hands held up in front of him blindly, Tony took a cautious step, reaching out with his hands and his feelings to find something in the strange bleak around him.

Orangeish Sherbet

Opening her eyes as wide as they would go, Bellatrix took a few steps forward, trying to get to a spot where she could see a little better, or perhaps bump into a wall or something.

The first steps you take press into the cold ground, making you realize that you are barefoot. However, this revelation also helps you realize that ground you stand on is quite solid as well as smooth, perhaps made of some kind of polished limestone or marble. As you attempt to feel your way through your surroundings, your hands brush up against a cool stone wall. If you feel around a bit further you can also make out some sort of thick fabric, like a curtain but without any window behind it to cover.

Syusaki

He felt around for his phone, praying its light would offer him some insight.

You can't find your phone, or anything else you normally keep in your pockets for that matter. As a matter of fact, you can't even locate your pockets. Your clothing fits perfectly fine, and is plenty comfortable, but it definitely doesn't seem familiar.


As your eyes adjust to the dark a bit more, you can make out a few fuzzy silhouettes of your surroundings. There's a large, long table several feet from the wall you just discovered, lined with a number of chairs. One of them is pulled and angled away from the table, giving the suggestion that you might have gotten up out of it a few minutes ago. The table is decorated with small columns of varying heights that are probably unlit candles of varying ages. You cannot make out anything more than a few feet ahead of you without light to help you, unfortunately.

What do you do?

 

[Blue Eyed Melloon]

She hadn't been in bed, had she? The pink haired girl floated in her spot of pitch darkness, gazing into the inky black as if to find the answer. But there were no answers. Heck, the questions that formed in her mind seemed to float away harmlessly, leaving a new Knight in a dark place. But she wasn't floating. She was standing. But on what?

It was terrifyingly dark. Esquiline gazed down at her feet. There must be a floor there underneath her invisible self. Otherwise, she would be floating. But her hair laid flat against her back, so she wasn't floating. Now she was just confused.

"Hello?" she asked, peering into the darkness. She thought that she saw outlined shapes ahead, but they were awfully fuzzy.  

[kuropeco]

Fritz St James was starting to believe that he was, in fact, cursed.

This was also, of course, an absurd notion, but he couldn't help but try and blame it that anyway - mostly because the alternative was blaming himself for the fact that he kept getting into these really odd situations, most of which ended rather badly. However, on occasion things had known to turn out well enough.

Hopefully this was one of them.

Rubbing the back of his neck, Fritz glanced around, his eyes seeing nothing except for a complete and utter blackness. He couldn't quite recall how he had gotten here in the first place - what had he been doing before this wide expanse of black? His memory felt fuzzy, his mind slower than usual, and Fritz frowned - an unseen expression in the dark. Everything felt...unusual, odd.

He was just simply there. There was no explanation for how or when or why. He was just there.

Fritz was standing - at least he was pretty sure he was, since his feet, at least, felt as though they were on solid ground. There was nothing covering his hands, and he if he ran his fingers along his side he could feel the cloth of his clothes, whatever they were.

Maybe he was dead.

Fritz disliked this notion, and discarded it almost immediately. That couldn't possibly be true, and he wouldn't accept it if it was, so therefore, it was not going to be the case. It would just have to be something else.

...what else? Fritz's frown increased, his brows drawing together. He folded his arms across his chest, tapping a finger against his cheek (it took him several tries to actually get this right; strange how difficult it was to find one's own body parts in complete blackness) as he looked first to his left, then to his right.

There was no chance. Fritz's hands found his hips as he glared meaningfully at the darkness, willing it to give him some sort of answer. Then he lifted his hands to his face, cupped his fingers around his mouth, and shouted cheerfully "OY! Is anyone else around?"

He wondered if he could turn Squire here, but something told him that would be not very smart at all just yet, so Fritz remained confused and very much civilian. He took a few steps forward, wanting to figure out where he was.  

[endejester]

As his eyes adjusted to the darkness he blinked and reached out carefully to touch the chair, toes curled against the cool solid floor. He found a wall with one hand as he moved carefully forward, slowly distinguishing shapes in the darkness. No one had responded to his call but that didn’t mean there was no one there, just that they hadn’t answered.
He glanced around again trying hard to pierce the darkness further, cloth hangings but not it seemed a curtain. Tapestries? If he could see them perhaps there would be some hint, some story woven in heavy threads but without light they were nothing clear.

When he found the table he searched to find a way to light the candles if he could find a way to light them might help him find his way. He considered sitting in the chair that was set ajar but he waited for now hoping that his eyes would adjust a little more, or that he might find something to light the candle.  

[chiickadee]

Layton fumbled around in the darkness, resisting the urge to cry. She was terrified of the dark, and even more so of being alone in the dark. "H-Help," she whispered, eyes wide. She tripped over her own feet and landed on the ground while backing up. It was really hard to keep from crying now.

For a while, she just sat there on the ground, terrified to even look around, but after a while her eyes adjusted and she started seeing fuzzy shapes. Scary shapes. There was a chair, and a table with candles. There was a ... some kind of curtain? Or ... Layton wasn't sure.

It seemed like the best idea was to try and light the candles. After all, things weren't so scary if it wasn't dark. Then again, candlelight could be scary too. Decisions, decisions.

She eventually gave in and started crawling towards the table. For a little while, she felt around under the table, looking for something useful.  

[Silverah]

It would probably seem odd to anyone reading his internal monologue that Finn was relieved to find himself in the dark. Strange as this situation was, he was reassured by the lack of blue lights. Blue lights meant that his ancestor wasn't here to chastise him. Whatever had left him in this strange place and these strange clothes, he felt confident that it wasn't a bitchy knight coming to yell at him.

After doing some basic, cursory investigations of his surroundings - and cursing under his breath when he slammed his hip inadvertently into the edge of the table - the boy backed off to nurse his newly-earned bruise and examine his circumstances.

Besides wondering where his shoes were, he gave himself a quick patdown to see what kind of clothes he was wearing. It was strange that he'd found himself here like falling into a dream, but perhaps his vestments could give him some hints. Barefoot and without gloves certainly seemed to rule out his uniform.  

[ZaiaFantasy]

Kyndall found herself in a dark place alone. While it was unusual it wasn't necessarily frightening. After all, strange things happened all the time. But the more she thought about it the more she decided there should be some light somewhere. She turned around looking for something, somewhere, her mind wishing Camelot was there or someone to tell her what was going on. Strange things were easier to take with familiar faces. When unusual things happened in the world it generally meant no good was far behind.

Kyndall didn't think of powering up her her pursuit of something useful. What good would it do but make her a beacon in the darkness for anything bad? If there was something in the darkness. Maybe there wasn't. She frowned with that idea. She tried holding her hand in front of her face and waving it back and forth to see if he could see it. Short of feeling the breeze it created she could not.

"Wonderland." she murmured to herself remembering Harmony's word for times like this. "Now all I need is a white rabbit."  

[revenant aria]

"Straaaaaangeeee." Sedna's voice was a breathy whisper, a sinking feeling weighing down heavily in his chest. Where was his sunglasses? Even his harmonica was missing and that was tragic. Anxiety stirred deep inside, hoping he didn't drop it. HE was barefoot too-- Was was Sedna barefoot? He didn't really notice or care, his sunglasses and harmonica taking a much bigger priority at the moment.

Hey, maybe it was at the chair he was sitting at. Sedna tentatively tried to see if the chair had a cushion to lift and search for his missing items.

"C'mon, give it back to me." He muttered to the chair, who had obviously stolen it. Even if it was an inanimate object.