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Cartesio NPCs ([personal profile] cartesio) wrote in [community profile] junkbin2018-09-25 11:57 pm

GRAVEYARD



The other side...?
Have you started feeling at home in Cartesio yet? The town has offered you every hospitality that its citizens could think of. They love every corner of this town and they want you to feel the same. Have you accepted Cartesio into your heart yet?

Then it should be comforting to wake in your hotel room. A ceiling you have gotten used to, the warmth of a blanket surrounding you, your own breathing... and silence. All-encompassing silence.
It perseveres when you leave your room, it perseveres when you leave the hotel... Cartesio is quiet because there is nobody in Cartesio who could be making noise. It's a ghost town.

There is only you now, you think. And then, just as you've given up, a noise comes to your ears. A voice, unmistakably. It's time to follow it.

As of Week 5 you may see random objects and buildings of any size flicker. For milli-seconds they seem to glow on and off, blur around the edges, even distort a little. It only happens for a moment at a time, but it happens fairly often.

Welcome to the Cartesio Graveyard. Your character has woken up in a version of the town that is devoid of citizens, but there do seem to be a few people around. Time to explore the mysteries of the other side. For a more thorough OOC guide, we have compiled an FAQ.
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[personal profile] integratedsoul 2018-11-12 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ It takes a long while for Cian to notice this gesture, caught up in emotions and comfort as she is. When she finally does pick up on it, he realizes however, that Olympia's been standing here for a while.

The situation is just bizarre... Olympia has killed her, Olympia is trying to comfort her, Olympia is... really every bit as contradictory and complicated as an organic human. Cian doesn't doubt tech like that is possible, she'd just maybe hoped robots would have it easier. ]


... another round of death without meaning, then. It will get livelier around here.