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❇ texelations ❇ ([personal profile] texelations) wrote in [community profile] hexaflexagons2014-11-09 03:10 pm

Open DR post

A fold in the universe exists in the ether of the fifth dimension. This place, because it is somehow a place, consists of nothing, exists nowhere and nowhen.

Yet you find yourself in it.



To the eye of the mortal mind, this space appears to be a white, featureless room, and the portals that have brought you here appear to be nothing but empty thresholds. How you arrived is anyone's guess. Perhaps you were transported while in the throes of death; perhaps it was something so simple as passing through a doorway in your own world.

While here, others may be transported into this dimension join you. At there mere thought of your most treasured or needed possession, the item may appear on the pedestal within. Visitors can freely go to another world contained within one of the portals if they wish, but you must have a companion for the dimensional shift to work. Otherwise passing through the thresholds will be of no effect.

This is no dream; this is no afterlife. And you are in it. What happens next is up to you.
tactical_alert: (hmm?)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2014-11-10 04:56 am (UTC)(link)
The pistol's trained on...an unexpectedly familiar face, and the barrel drops again. "York, thank god. Any idea where we are?"

Exit would be good any time now.

Vermont waved aside the red-tinted holographic armour. "It's just me and the big guy here. I don't think anyone followed us."
logicunlocked: (Sarcastic)

[personal profile] logicunlocked 2014-11-10 05:04 am (UTC)(link)
"You might have noticed, I asked who you were, fella," York says. "I've never seen you before in my life. Guess you know me though." This is really strange.
tactical_alert: (cause for pause)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2014-11-10 05:11 am (UTC)(link)
"What do you mean never seen--it's me. Vermont. Monty? We practically live in this armour; it isn't as thought I--" He frowns under his visor. "Nasty head injury?" he speculates. "Drugs? Something to do with this place, whatever and wherever it is?"

Definitely not dropping his weapon, at any rate. "What's the last thing you remember before ending up here?"
logicunlocked: (Calm)

[personal profile] logicunlocked 2014-11-10 05:26 am (UTC)(link)
York spreads his hands. "Hey, buddy, you don't need to point your gun at me. I don't know you, but that's no reason to shoot me." He slowly stands to an upright position and takes his helmet off—a gesture of good faith, he hopes. He dangles the helmet off one hand as he finishes his reply. "I don't know what side you were on when shit went down but the last thing that happened to me was being thrown in the brig for being on the losing end."
tactical_alert: (battlestations)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2014-11-10 05:36 am (UTC)(link)
"You don't know me. York, you gave me my stupid bloody nickname!" At least he'd grown so used to 'Monty' that he actually kind of liked it. Or at least tolerated it.

If he doesn't have a way out of here, we--

"Give it a rest, Phi. Priorities." Vermont tilts his head. "Your eye isn't busted," he observes. "But shit is going down. I don't understand this; there's shit going down right now. Where I just came from. And your left eye is busted, and you definitely know me."
logicunlocked: (Forthright)

[personal profile] logicunlocked 2014-11-10 05:46 am (UTC)(link)
"My eye?" he says uncomprehendingly. "What shit is going down? Last thing I knew of happened last night."
tactical_alert: (I'm waiting for an explanation)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2014-11-10 05:52 am (UTC)(link)
"When Tex showed up. A grenade ended up landing by your face. She tried to help, but you still ended up getting an injured eye. And what's going down now is, as far as I can tell, the Mother. It definitely felt like we were losing altitude, anyway. A coup of sorts. Picking sides. Hopefully not the losing one."
logicunlocked: (Concentration)

[personal profile] logicunlocked 2014-11-10 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
"But we were... on the compound..." He shakes his head. "This might sound nuts but I think we're from different realities. Shifts in dimensions and all that. I think we're in some kind of nexus now."
tactical_alert: (I do so hope we aren't all about to die)

[personal profile] tactical_alert 2014-11-19 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"...That would explain a few things," Vermont starts with a shake of his head, "an interesting theory, but how did we even end up here if that's the case?" After a moment of hesitating thought, he storms back through the doorway he came through uselessly. "And how do we get back to our own timelines?"