[OPEN] DERSE MINGLE

[patriachy]

You are now on DERSE.

If you've awakened in this kingdom, your DREAM SELF is free to leave their TOWER and explore the city below. There may be a few things out of the ordinary, however; some of the resident DERSITES appear to be on edge...

If you look closely, you will find a series of golden posters plastered up on the walls of the kingdom: these posters are headlined with LIES AND SLANDER, though that might only be the case if you actually like the people pictured on them. You might see one of your TEAMMATES or even just a FRIEND, beneath the headline...

HEROES FAIL TO AWAKEN! ROGUE AND THIEF CONTINUE TO BE AT LARGE!
THE FALL OF PROSPIT'S HEROES REVERSED! A NEW ARMY HAS RISEN FROM THE ASHES!
THE PRINCE IS DEAD? THE PRINCE IS ALIVE? HAS TIME GONE CRAZY?

The headlines are uncountable - you're willing to bet that there is one for every player in your session. You wouldn't be surprised if there were one about you on your opposing moon!

Perhaps you'd better locate one of your teammates, or ask the DERSITES what's happening. This has to be a setup by the BLACK QUEEN.

Comments

[chroniker]

[Guess who's going around, checking out those posters while floating around Derse? None other than that clock-loving French boy, Cheriour.]

[He seems mostly confused by them though, judging by the way hes scratching his head...]

My, I didn't expect dream moons to have bad press like the real world did...

[flowerwhisperer]

[Oh it's...

one of those alien people?

You can only assume so.]

Well, they are at war with each other, so...

[chroniker]

[He swerves around, only to see one of those...troll people? Yes. He smiles in greeting, before turning back to the posters.]

Yeah...but still! I really didn't expect it of them. I mean, I would never go into war with my friends, that's for sure!

Black Queen

[patriachy]

Everything is going pretty awful.

Which is to say, absolutely, terrifyingly fantastic. You're one to make sure it shows, because already you can feel that there's something going on that doesn't bode well for Prospit at all. Given that you have work to do that's being done at your specific orders, you're not exactly expecting any visitors...

...but who's to say one of the Derse heroes won't show up?

Jack Noir

[patriachy]

You so do not want to be here.

You're standing nearby the Black Queen, doing your thing. Which is, right now, nothing. You want to be killing things, dirtying your hands, ruining lives... not standing here with your hands tied. But she won't let you leave. You know not to show it, so you're playing bored. Playing bored, unfortunately, has you feeling bored.

You really hope one of those Derse heroes shows up.

So you can stab them.

Draconian Dignitary

[patriachy]

Just another day, taking care of business.

Like tearing down these awful golden propaganda posters. Held under your arms are dozens, literally dozens of the posters and yet you can't see an end to them in sight. More importantly, you swear you're coming across posters that you've torn down before. You'd love to tell Jack there's a poster putter in need of stabbing...

...but you don't know who it is, or how they have so many posters.

Oh well. They'll run out, eventually, and then you can get them all down. You seriously hope one of the Derse heroes isn't responsible for this, though. Maybe you'll ask them, or maybe they'll ask you.

Who knows.

[austereastronomer]

You've been exploring this weird place since you woke up here, although the attention you seem to attract is becoming increasingly unnerving. Granted, you don't look like you belong here at all, with all these strange carapaced people.

In the course of your getting the lay of the land, you spot one of them tearing a piece of paper—a poster, really—off a wall. That's not really what catches your attention. What catches your eye is that the poster has your face on it, though you can't make out the writing.

Well, that explains why you keep getting stared at.

Excuse me—what are those?

lmao sorry for your inbox

[fayeshionista]

The blessing about these blinding pieces of garish propaganda is that they stand out, making them easy to spot and ascertain information, which you do. The curse is that they're blinding, garish and stand out. You read what you do and file it away easily, but you take their presence here as a personal offense on multiple levels, disparaging remarks made about you notwithstanding. With respect to Derse, you're not certain that you have much in the way of nationalistic...or is that lunar? Huh. Your barrelling train of spite makes an unexpected stop as you stop to consider this conundrum. How should you categorise your lack of pride? A whole moon can be a country, you suppose, but you've never heard it referred to as such. Colony isn't applicable, either. It's always just been a Moon to everyone. Hm. Well, it is a monarchy. Yes, that'll do.

Anyway.

You're not certain that you have much in the way of patriotism for the Monarchy of Derse, but, even if you'll eventually be at odds with it, it's just far too tasteful a place to abide by the suffering of such injustice. Oh Hell no.

Just look at them! LOOK at them! As if the clashing colours weren't enough, whatever blind, dumb and almost assuredly inebriated jackass couldn't even be bothered to ensure that they'd be perfectly lined up, either. Sloppy. Unacceptable. UNACCEPTABLE.

It annoys you.

It irritates you.

It, in fact, infuriates you.

You tear the whole poster down with immense satisfaction. The next follows suit. And the next one, and the next one, and the next one, they all come down with unshakable determination.

You are a templar in a crusade against Bad Choices.

Hegemonic Brute

[patriachy]

HEAVY.

Even for you, this thing is HEAVY! Talk about an errand to run! You're practically walking from one side of Derse to the other side holding this EXTREMELY HEAVY OBJECT. You don't even know why, honestly, you just know that's what the orders were for you to do.

The Dersites know to stay clear of your footsteps, and if any of them or any of those Derse heroes don't stay clear? Well, they'll just get stepped on.

Courtyard Droll

[patriachy]

Hats! Hats hats hats hats hats!

Not only in the golden posters you've seen around, but also all around for you to collect! You're not sure who or how or why but you're doing a little happy clap and even a little dance as you sweep up hats into your arms; and then onto your head. Hats hats hats! You're practically a walking Jenga tower of hats, whatever Jenga is, and you're only finding more!

You wonder if the Derse heroes wear hats, too?

[chroniker]

[Wow, that's a lot of hats! Cheriour can respect a person with a lot of hats...even if said person is a cockroach-like being. Hey, hats are hats, and hats are cool.]

[So he can't help but give a grin to this little Courtyard Droll.]

I really like your collection, sir!

Foresworn Recreant

[foresworn]

You are the people of Derse.

Not really, but you might as well be with how much time you spend amongst them. It’s important to be able to report good things to the Queen after all. She’s been in a good mood lately which takes some of the pressure off you, but you hardly want to slip up and end up in one of those awful cells you Dersites call a jail.

You shudder to think on it. Clearly, it’d be better for you if you kept to your duty, walking amongst the citizens and taking detailed notes of anything you find interesting. Of course you can always make time for your Derse heroes, should one decide to approach you but you are rather busy.

[flowerwhisperer]

You aren't really comfortable here, though really, you're not comfortable much at this point. It's a combination of the colour and the fact that you stick out like a sore thumb among all the carapaces and all these posters and headlines. It's enough to make you want to go back to sleep, because you're starting to think there are more important things you have to do in the realm of the living.

You are surprised however, to see someone who isn't a black carapace, while also not being one of the human aliens or a troll.

Urm, excuse me...?

Dersites

[patriachy]

You are the public people of Derse.

Or, well, not just you, but you and you and you, and also you. There certainly are a lot of you, aren't there? Most of you are wandering about your daily Derse lives, occasionally stopping to be fascinated by the golden propaganda posters that have appeared. I mean, really, this is new; and kind of ugly. Check it out?

But, mostly, you're just being Dersites. You are literally everywhere. No doubt there's more than a few of you nearby the Dersite heroes.

[flowerwhisperer]

[So after dealing with a lot of nervous discomfort because seriously why is there all this purple being shoved into his face, Kappy has finally decided to leave his tower to...actually see stuff, pretty much.

He's kind of looking distastefully at the posters.]

[patriachy]

[ ...and now Kaprao has a hat on his head. It's a jester hat, but it's all black, and it has three dangly red tassels attached to it! Nearby, Courtyard Droll is doing a pleased little dance at this sudden hat-assignment. ]

Success, look, it fits! I knew it would fit a Derse hero!

[starstorm]

[ nik has thoroughly floated around derse and she does not like what she sees!! she's left a trail of crumpled yellow posters behind her as she goes around and continues to tear them down, looking PRETTY DANG MIFFED for once. ] Boo! Stop saying mean things about Niknik's friends!

[flowerwhisperer]

[...Well okay urm.]

[chroniker]

[OH MY GOSH it's Nik! Cheriour lets out a happy gasp as he recognizes her, running up to her with a grin.]

Nik! Hey, hello, it's me! The human boy from before! Cheriour!

[And then he realizes what she is doing, and furrows his eyebrows as he looks at the remains of the posters behind her.]

Oh? You know the people on there, Nik?

[artful_transgressor]

You are the ROGUE of TIME, and you are currently asleep. You appear to be having NIGHTMARES, which is not at all unusual, given that your WAKING SELF has them all the time when he sleeps and that your waking self's life has been ANYTHING but peaceful as of late.

Or perhaps you feel some deeply buried urge to FINALLY DO SOMETHING USEFUL, and this is your own subconscious effort to WAKE UP. However, you - or rather, the waking self that is the other part of you - have done a lot of things INDEPENDENTLY in your life, and this appears to be something you actually require HELP with.

[flowerwhisperer]

[...Well.

You didn't know Lyn was here -- you had just been checking the towers out of curiosity of who else was also on Derse, and now you're sort of just...peering in.

Huh.

He doesn't look like he's doing very good...]

[polygraphing]

To be honest, and you are always honest, you're not sure how you ended up asleep. You'd actually been trying pretty hard to keep at least fairly busy so that Zurahe wouldn't break all your stuff. And yet, here you are, back in the weird purple place you'd tried to deny existed for your whole life.

And frankly you're pretty pissed about it.

You've refused to leave your tower this time, really the only reason you did before was because you had been literally dragged out. Instead, you're just sort of pouting in your window, arms crossed on the windowsill, chin buried in the purple fabric of your sleeves. Pretty much you're a great target for anyone floating by to come harass.

[patriachy]

You are so sick of these propaganda posters. You cannot believe that they are, quite literally, everywhere. They're even up several of the hero towers. Who would even climb up one of these? Who would climb up a tower, post posters on the sides, and then not get caught doing it? Certainly not you, because more than a few Dersites have spotted you climbing up to remove the posters, but you don't care. This is your fourth tower, and you're getting really good at tearing these posters down.

But this time, you don't feel like sliding down the side of the tower to get back down. Screw that, you're taking the stairs. With about six billion dozen posters rolled up under your arm, you hop into the top of the tower through the window...

...except that's exactly where one of the Derse heroes is; one of the heroines at that, holy sh-

Tumbling to the side, you end up barely dodging her. Unfortunately, this also means that you hit the floor and the posters under your arm practically explode out of you and into the room.

Damn it. You didn't plan for that.

==> PHERAE: open your eyes

[elaphaea]

Someone is singing.

You've been having the strangest nightmares recently, filled with alien, beautiful creatures — like fauna, but not like fauna — that whisper to you. But it has been as if you were trapped beneath the heavy weight of a great distance: you could never quite make out what they were saying. Now, though, there is a new sound. There is...music, also beautiful, calling you someplace you both are and are not meant to be...

So you open your eyes.

It as if the whole world had been remade in purple, except — and this is clear to you remarkably quickly — it isn't the world at all. You're in your hive, yes, but that isn't your planet and it certainly isn't Alternia. Is this where the whispers were coming from? You're floating out your window before it can occur to you to question the fact that you're floating; you're not certain if you're looking for the source of the song, or for those fascinating creatures. Neither of them are readily detectable. Instead, in the distance, you think you can see a few trolls, and some of the aliens, milling about (they're here too?), all in appropriately purple clothing. There's a kind of harmony to seeing all this purple together, even if you're not really sure what purpose it all serves and—

—wait.

How come you're the only one in YELLOW?

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[patriachy]

Against your will, you start being Jack Noir. You don't want to be Jack Noir, but you have started to be Jack Noir. Even Jack Noir doesn't want to be Jack Noir. Why? Because you, Jack Noir, are doing paperwork. And you HATE paperwork. More than that, you are doing paperwork while being forced to watch the fenestrated wall network in the Cubicle of Vigilance.

You're certain that if you were aware of the other two instances of yourself that they would be doing something just as awful as this, but with Foresworn Recreant, Courtyard Droll, and Hegemonic Brute all busy elsewhere... and Draconian Dignitary and the Black Queen busy too... You are literally the ONLY ONE NOT BUSY.