Mingle Log

[clockray]

To break some of that pesky ice, have a mingle log, guys! Space has not only warped, but converged, and there's a patchwork of scenery along with it.

Here are some places of interest, though you can make up whatever you want.

Crystal Tokyo ruins
Shattered, bare, crumbling ground, complete with desiccated corpses. A sliver of Evil Black Crystal is present and slowly infecting nearby realities.

Fancy restaurant
Glinting chandeliers, nicely-set tables (with only bread and various butters), nice view of a river...there's an elevator, but where it goes - especially in this situation - is up in the air. Faint classical music drifts through the dimensional plains.

Shopping center
Ah, capitalism...maybe that thing's on sale. Maybe there's one left!

A rainforest
The mud's two feet deep, the air's thicker than paste and-- yep. Yep, this is a crocodile nest/quicksand/a jaguar.

A castle
A labyrinthine, chilly, Gothic building surely not home to a vampire.

The Moon Kingdom
Yes. That one, if just a slice. Lot of water and elegance here - inhale the peace.

A loop
A loop of space. No matter what direction someone goes, they end up where they just were. At least it feels like progress?

Empty space
Featureless, freezing, silent, without gravity, and pitch black. Fun times.

Comments

[omegal]

Empty space
[Nothing's urgent now. With the birth of Saturn, 9 burned, body frayed, swept away with a scream. But space is hers. In the moment of death she was untethered, cut free from the dimension and scattered to any she could. In time, parts of her found each other, and slowly, she grew again. Parasites can be very hard to kill.

When 9 had eyes to open, she couldn't look for long. Pharaoh was nowhere. Yes, she searched, and held herself, pretended it was him, and hated and cried and clawed herself, but acceptance came, too. And having failed her love, her people, and herself, 9 found a world and made it hers. Turned it black, the sky a smeared roiling grey, the hazy, frigid twilight the only means to see. Stone spiraled from the ground. Pillars, archways, others impossibly bent, floating or twisted...a world still and silent.

To a Daimon, space distortions are a breath down the neck. A knife grazing an arm. But anyone coming through is a mosquito pinballing in an ear. To attack in 9, 8, 7...]

Rainforest
[They lost again. The senshi stole her meal, and, fragile, starving, the Shadow of Silence had to act. The first heart, so small, still brought her forward. Warmth poured down her throat, her hands flexed, she could move...it's a risk. But she'd take anything now.

9 practiced in secret - even wedged in this debris of a body, space briefly bowed to her. Germatoid worried for her, that their meetings were shortening...she was too drained to smile. Let Eudial build the rocket launcher. Now please let me rest.

At last she found it. A destitute village, spotty connection to civilization...an event was being held in what sufficed for the town center, people raising awareness through donations, performances...9 filed it under 'maybe' on her hit list. People here fear the water and jungle. Soon, a girl most of all.

The first sign is a small, empty boat drifting along a quiet river. Unmoored, surely.]

Open/Other/Whatever the term is
[She can be anywhere and when (within reason). Message me if you have an idea!]