etrayamemes | TDM 006

TDM 006

⏵ arrival ⏴
Arrival is absolutely not normal this month. Instead of a hospital bed, you wake in a tunnel with a large group of other people. These are the residents. A woman’s voice in an earpiece hurriedly clues you in with an apology.

I apologize; I had not planned to introduce you this way, but we are low on time. Please proceed down the hallway.

An image of a shattered pearl pops up on your personal HUD and rotates.

I am Aurora. You are joining many others on Etraya in order to save your world from destruction by completing missions. Your current mission is to find the pieces of this object that have become scattered in the library ahead of you.

For everyone else, coming in is much the same. The instruction goes out to head to designated areas immediately, where companion bots will escort the residents of Etraya down into the depths, the area beneath where much the same is explained.

⏵ disrobing ⏴

The tunnel eventually opens directly into the foreroom of an expansive library, painted in marvelous hues and patterns with skylights far above. There are wizards milling about, bearded and holding tomes, quietly chatting amongst themselves.

The reception area of the library has tall ceilings with equally tall doors Before you get too caught up in the scenery, a voice directs you forward. A gentleman, hunched and bespeckled craws out.

"Make a line! Make a line, everyone! You cannot enter the library dressed as you are... Come forward and give me your name."

The receptionist asks your given name and then hands over a box from underneath his counter. You can give him any name you want, he doesn’t seem to mind. It is tied with a tagged ribbon- labeling it accordingly. “The _____ robe of _______.”

	(First Letter of Given Name)				(Last Letter of Given Name)
A	Controlling	N	Helpful	A	Melodies	N	Light
B	Glimmering	O	Floating	B	Discretion	O	Mind-Reading
C	Wet	P	Handsome	C	Growth	P	Climbing
D	Gruesome	Q	Gullible	D	Grasping	Q	Jumping
E	Observant	R	Ratty	E	Flying	R	Hurting
F	Powerful	S	Adhesive	F	Reading	S	Guiding
G	Psychedelic	T	Sweltering	G	Dancing	T	Bug-Speaking
H	Swift	U	Cheerful	H	Shouting	U	Exploding
I	Voracious	V	Anxious	I	Extracting	V	Complaining
J	Soft	W	Likeable	J	Punishing	W	Dividing
K	Keen	X	Ruthless	K	Creeping	X	Slapping
L	Fabulous	Y	Dramatic	L	Walking	Y	Charming
M	Fair	Z	Demonic	M	Listening	Z	Combustion

As you read what the contents of the box may be, they form inside- Looking and behaving as your character expects them to. After all, magic is all in the wielder’s mind.

Don your robes and enter the library.

⏵ unfamiliar familiars ⏴

For those without a familiar (like one hatched from an egg not too long ago) you may borrow one from the library counter. They all have strengths and weaknesses, but they will all assist in the very important mission. As you roam the library, they will make little indications that you are closer or further from finding a piece of the pearl.


Pro	• Hardworking • Gives correct directions 75% of time • Won’t run away from you	• Very affectionate • Gives correct directions only when paired with another rat, toad, or personal pet.	• Gives correct directions 90% of the time
Con	• Must feed bookworms	• Will run away if too close to a cat	• Does not care for you • Sleepy • Will run ahead • Gets distracted by rats

⏵ the task at hand ⏴

With robes donned and creature in hand, you must now complete your mission. Find the pieces of the shattered pearl. As you enter the library, you may notice that it’s all very dim. There’s oil lamps around the place that may be moved with you to assist in your journey if your robes do not already emit light.

Break off and search the library. There is a directory at the front to point guests to all the different sections.

	Wings of the Library
A	General Works	B	Music
C	Philosophy, Religion	D	Fine Arts
E	History, Auxiliary Sciences	F	Language and Literature
G	Magic, General	H	Science
J	Geography, Anthopology	K	Medicine
M	Agriculture	N	Hobbies, Recreation
P	Social Science	Q	Military
R	Political Science	S	Practical Arts
T	Law	W	People
X	Education	Y	Spiders

Each section looks enough like the last, though the books within have immense power. Pick up the wrong book, and you might conjure a dragon or a historical figure! You must persist and avoid making too much noise or breaking too many things.

Or else the Librarian, a tall mass of knotted fabric will confiscate your robe and usher you back outside. Your name will be struck from the list, and you must pick a new one to re-enter the library to continue the search.

You can try to fight back against him- he may be set alight with the lamp. But should you be starting fires in here?

⏵ NOTES ⏴

Any thread with 15 comments between you and another may be submitted to find a piece of the pearl. There are 20 pieces altogether, and we will determine if the mission was successful by March 28th. A post will go live on the OOC comm for this!

This mission occurs out of time, similar to how the spaceship had. Meaning, those currently in game can experience these events any time between now, and March 14th.

Please direct all questions to our mod queries comment!

⏵FULL NAVIGATION⏴

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[ The number of sulking children (both who were children and were just adults acting as such) Jean's helped raise, hers and not, is pretty broadspectrum count at this point. Hers; his; theirs. (And Quentin counts as much in being one of Logan's as the other three do.) There's little pity in her for his pity party or even much reaction at all to his jealous imagining of events. She doesn't need to listen close to hear either—she doesn't need to listen close to hear the other side of the planet—but she can maintain it at an even keel of not letting it shift her expression.

Just because you can't not hear your neighbors,
doesn't make it your business to do anything with it. ]

Or. You could just go back in with me now.

I don't think you'd have gone in there,
in the first place, for nothing,
robe, and rules, or not.

[See, this is what Quentin gets for trying to be all nice and understanding and shit. Bunch of edgelord "boohoo nobody has ever suffered more than me" bs and barking orders like he's king of the goddamn world. He would say Julian could at least be a little appreciative, but honestly he can't even say he expected anything different.

That said, debating who wins the trauma olympics is only going to be annoying and pointless—what, are they just going to trade stories of how many limbs/friends/homes they've lost until they're both even more miserable pieces of shit than they already are? No thanks—so Quentin lets the topic drop with only one last eyeroll. Mr. Bossy suddenly getting awfully big for his britches, however...

Quentin glances back at the reception desk and goes through a whole performative routine of pretending he's considering Julian's plan, scratching his chin and "hmm"ing thoughtfully.]

That's funny, I don't think I heard a "please, Quentin, won't you help me with your amazing powers and big genius brain" in there. But—no. Surely I misheard.

Learn to manage your limitations better.

( the words are harsh, yes, but the tone damian uses is something closer to how bruce sounds when he's trying to be helpful, but failing drastically. damian reaches for his own provided rat, and holds him carefully in hand to offer him out to grayson. )

Musashi should be able to assist.

I mean... yeah, it is strange, [ Riz admits with a shrug. ] Absolutely nothing about this place is normal. But there's not a lot we can do about that.

[ It is eerie, he'll grant this guy that. There's no way of coming here that isn't strange and a little scary; between the hospital, the spaceship, and this spooky-ass tunnel, there's no great way of easing people into their interdimensional kidnapping. ]

We probably shouldn't stay here, though.

[ He has no good reason why they shouldn't. Just that it gives him the creeps, and he has the sinking sensation that something terrible will happen if they do. It's not the most trustworthy feeling in the world; Riz often feels this way. ]

( quentin's being obnoxious, and julian almost, almost just scruffs him by the back of his shirt and drags him back over to the guy handing out wizard crap. he's about two seconds away from just going for it when quentin opens his stupid big mouth and starts going on about his big genius brain. and while julian knows it's not necessarily a terribly big exaggeration, quentin's still being extra about it, and it's annoying as hell. )

I don't need a telepath to find some stupid pearl pieces, you know. Or a genius.

( he could leave quentin behind. would, even, except he meant the whole 'stuck in this together' bullcrap he'd been spouting earlier. and the bit about being a team. and it's not as if they haven't worked together before, it's just. julian would usually prefer someone he clashes with a little less. julian takes a step forward, then another. shoves his shoulder right into quentin's as he walks passed him to the reception desk. it's not unnecessarily rough, and anyone who has watched julian long enough would know he does the same crap to santo and vic when they're around. less of a bully pushing someone around, more of a friendly shoulder-tap. )

Come on, man. I've got other crap I'd rather be doing than hanging out with a bunch of old people in a library.

["Friendly shoulder-tap," Quentin's ass. Julian has a solid 40 pounds on him, and Quentin has to take a half step back to keep his balance with a quiet "oof." Ugh. Jerk.

Could he have braced himself better against what was by every metric not really that hard of a shove and also heavily telegraphed? Or just... moved out of the way? Sure. But also Julian could be a mildly normal dude and, you know, not push people.

That said, they agreed to work together he guesses, and well. Somebody's gotta be the brains of this operation, and it's pretty clear who's the most qualified for that position.]

Psh. You don't know what you need.

[Quentin straightens his jacket and follows at a casual stroll, keeping about two paces behind. Not because he's, you know, following Julian's lead or anything—well, technically he is but whatever—it just makes more sense to keep the meat shield in front.]

"Hi, I'm Hellion, I'm looking for teeny tiny pieces of a teeny tiny pearl in a gigantic fuckoff library. My plan is to throw a bunch of big stupid telekinesis around until the pearl spontaneously manifests itself due to my sheer awesomeness." Give me a break. You could at least let me install psi-comms first.

{ You want me to go back in there. With you. }

[Quentin gestures with his head toward the door and looks at Jean dubiously.]

{ Why. }

[This had better not be some kind of "lesson." He's been out of school for years now, but all of the old farts except—well, except Summers these days—seem determined to keep treating him like a kid. He's an X-Man now, damnit! On Cyclops's team! That's like... the most legit you can get in mutant circles, right?]

[ honestly, all things considered? getting yanked into another world is not the worst thing that's ever happened to joshua foley. while he can't deny that he's anxious to be aware from the all important work of resurrection, not having to deal with the increasingly shady behavior of the queiet council, or being in the vicinity of the x-force, or swept up in other some kind of x-adjacent insanity is kind of fucking nice.

it's a vacation, he guesses. as close to one as any mutant gets. eventually someone will punch through dimensions and yank him back home, time and time again he's proven that he's too important to leave alone. but for now? now he just wants a latte.

and these are this thoughts as he stands in line, going with the flow. largely zoning out as his mind casts back to the list of new complications in the job, and -- and god, who the hell is picking a fight right now? who would waste everyone's time with that level of self-important assholery? that's - okay, that's totally something he would have done not too long ago when he was still an insecure asshole. totally a classic foley moment right there, a terrible trait that pops up every now and again as much as he'd like to pretend it wouldn't. but self-awareness is for chumps, and josh is the biggest chump of them all. he glances up, pale eyebrows forking down sharply and -

ah, fuck.

he knows that pink mohawk.

knows it and the body its attached to far better than he wants to - what with the myriad of special resurrection requests. there's not an inch of quentin quire he doesn't know, or at this point hasn't specifically tweaked or redesigned due to the guy being a death magnet that swaps skins more often than a fortnite player. he'd asked the quiet council to make him stop, but he truly doubted were going to listen. they never did.

it's gotta be some kinda karma. god knows josh has enough enough shitty petty things in his life to be stuck in a line with quentin quire holding it up. and if quire's here, there feels like a non-zero chance he's about to get caught up in a whole lot of x-force related bullshit he doesn't want any part of.

sigh. he doesn't care if he's butting, the line isn't moving anyway, so he steps forward, tugging his hood down so the gleaming gold of his skin can be seen. ]

Dude, [ the heavy queens accent a stark contrast from all the wizardy wizards and magic junk. ] seriously? Just put the costume on already.

[As Josh gets closer, he may notice a few peculiar things about the Quentin Quire in front of him. Things like... the fuzz on the side of his head. Or the glasses. Or the lack of... pretty much any obvious sign of his "special requests" aside from pink now appearing to be his natural hair color. How strange!

Not that Quentin has any interest in discussing how he lost his custom specs. In fact he is intensely uninterested in talking about anything remotely related to the fall of Krakoa, including but not limited to getting his last beautiful nearly-perfect husk body desecrated, eviscerated, and decapitated by Sabretooth and his goons. So Quentin eyes Foley warily at first, briefly debates how likely it is that he'll actually bring up any of the changes, and ultimately decides it's not worth the risk.

Time to completely ignore what Josh and divert to the simple fact that he said something. Quentin spreads his arms grandly in an all-too-smarmy gesture.]

Ah, Foley! Just the guy I want to see. [Except not at all. But also kinda. What moron would pass up having an Omega level healer around ever??]

Will you please tell this gentleman that us Omegas are above all this magic idiocy?

[Operation "Intentionally Obtuse as a Smoke Screen for (Probably Pretty Obvious) Insecurities" is go!]

Dude. [ a different dude, a disappointed dude, a do not rope me into your bullshit i swear to god kinda dude.

but he's already in it because he spoke up. ]

[ he rests a hand on his hip, his blank eyes quickly giving quentin the once over - making a small mental note of the differences. ]

If he's making us put the robes on he probably has a reason for it? Like I dunno, maybe they're like magical spacesuits? That we need to survive in there?

[Josh.

Josh.

Be a bro, Josh!!

Quentin slumps dramatically.]

Come on, whatever happened to mutant solidarity? You don't even die!

[He sighs and shakes his head. So disappointing.]

Hey, how about you put on the dumb LARP costume, and I stay out here and just, you know. Tag along telepathically. Eh? You pull off the whole "fantasy" aesthetic better than me. [This sounds like a compliment. It's not.]

[ Fabian opens his mouth, then closes it again. He isn't sure if he should speak up here, since it only feels like it'd ruin Ace's attempt. On the other hand, he can't help but look at the cat, and realize that-- ]

Dude, it's totally on to you already!

[ It's not hard to tell that cat is on alert. ]

It can see you, you know! [ A-Ace, you're not rolling high enough on your stealth here! ]

Man. It kind of sounds like you got that one from a textbook.

[ At least it does seem like Fabian is socially perceptive enough to pick up on that fact, though he doesn't push a stick into it to poke at it further. He doesn't think John means anything bad by it, anyway.

It's just that the other kind of seems like a boring adult. And Fabian has encountered enough of those in his life, so it doesn't really stick out to him as something that's all that weird, despite his remark. ]

I guess it means then that my lines are drawn quicker than most others'. Papa would never have forgiven me if I let myself be ordered around by some shady beings, just because the world is at stake.

You wanna see? [ It doesn't sound as cool as putting yourself on fire, but, uh--

Well, they're near a bookshelf now, so Gorgug goes over and grabs a book. It seems simple enough, a book on history, and so when he turns back around with the book in hand, he closes his eyes for a second--

and when he opens it, the book is glowing with light--a fairly bright light to boot (or book?) that submerges the book itself into a white glow. Gorgug comes over, holding it out... kinda squinting as he thinks: ]

Should've picked something with a beam.

[ Like a torch. ]

[ Gorgug looks up from his bag, confused for a second. ]

The axe? [ Oh. ] I fight with them. With my rages? I use axes. Small and big.

[ He did mention his rages before, or the anger portion connected to it. He doesn't know how much he got into it, but he looks down into his bag again; pushing aside a book, snacks, some scrap material....

...nothing useful for securing hot stones. :( Gorgug sighs under his breath, and puts his bag aside to focus on their actual task. He did get one useful thing out, which is a wrench big enough that he can try knocking aside the rocks.

...

But that's really slow and Gorgug realises he doesn't need to do that with all of them, so he's going to try and nudge more of the rocks with his gloved hand to start collecting away from the very big pile and into a smaller pile to the side...! ]

[ And the formerly dead are standing next to him, but who knows if that makes a difference in the way things feel. Likely not a drop in the bucket.

But Jay nods sympathetically. He gets it - they were all thrown here the same way, and it can't be easier for anyone. Everyone has people to miss. ]

I don't either, but it could be worse. I know that isn't encouraging. It helps me breathe to remember I'd rather be the one going through it than my friends.

[ Yes, seriously, Quentin. Paige is very driven and losing her shit doesn't really factor into her lifegoals. Sure, sometimes she can get a little wild, like that whole thing when she was dating Angel, but everybody's got their crazy times. ]

Maybe it won't blow up this time?

[ Hopeful, but anyone can see it's not reaching his eyes. It's blown up more than once in the time that Jay's been there, and it hasn't even been two years. It blew up a couple times when Sam was still in school, too. ]

You'd think they'd have reinforced the walls by now... if they can build the Danger Room to withstand people like Havok cutting loose, they should be able to manage four walls and a roof.

Psh, the only thing Havok blows up is all of his relationships.

[Man, that joke would've killed back home. Jay probably won't even understand why it's funny. Sigh.]

Hey, when Logan was headmaster the whole school was Danger Room. Still didn't keep it from getting wrecked all the damn time.

[Despite his usual cynicism, there's a wry sort of fondness in Quentin's voice when he brings up that particular school. But thinking of the Jean Grey School also pings something in his brain. Something he brushed aside earlier when there were more important matters (like himself) to discuss. His brow creases in thought, and he frowns. Who did Jay say would "blurt out" that Quentin was dead??]

Wait, hold on, did you say Julian?

Izuku leans over and peers at the label there. Delicately he also checks the inside of the collar at the back, fingers deft but gentle.

"I'm sorry, I don't see anything," he says softly. He thinks back to that day he ran into Eri (or rather, when she collided with him). Eri was lost and scared. She had no control over her situation. Unlike that day, Izuku resolves not to abandon Peter.

"Look, if the librarian doesn't allow us to leave without doing the stupid riddle, I'll do it with you. And then outside of here are some living facilities, apartments and stuff. Things are limited, but we don't have to pay for anything."

[ Taking mental notes here, mostly: ] And what was this fruit called?

"Deal," she replies, easily, pulling a hand out of her pockets to offer a shake.

"Can't be going around dealing with more mind-bending weirdness without someone I trust to watch my back."

[ That is, of course, what John wants people to believe. A boring adult, blending into the background. But he can't help but poke into Fabian's logic a bit. ]

Is that why you're in the library? Because you won't be ordered around?

[ He thinks it's good that Fabian wants to think independently. He thinks Fabian should arrive at his conclusions himself, whether that be to ignore Aurora or follow her requests. But right now it seems to John that he's saying one thing and doing another. ]

[She shrugs.]

Where to start, really. I think you'd call the basics...telekinesis? They're all powered by focus and mental training. But I can enhance my own movements - sometimes sense others. There's a lot of other associated mental abilities, but I'm pretty pots at them, truth be told.

[The last time she'd tried the mind trick, she'd just ended up causing a sneeze. Her own.]

[ John does some thinking, remembering his previous conversations with Gorgug. They talked about it before, Gorgug getting angry, needing to get angry. He seems so gentle, helpful and even kind, so John has a hard time imagining it. Maybe that's why he'd seemed unsure about it in their previous conversation. ]

Do you do any hand to hand fighting?

[ John can't fight against axes, but sparring might be handy for keeping his skills from getting too rusty while he's in Etraya. ]

[ That seems both powerful and practical. ]

Telekinesis is moving objects around, which seems very useful. And if you can enhance your own movements does that mean you fight?

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dusts off the cobwebs

josh will never know peace from qq being the worst lol

staring into the camera like hes on the office

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