THE POST-GAME "EVERYBODY GETS TO VISIT EVERYBODY ELSE" MEME

[devoutish]

Good news! The mysteries of the town have all been uncovered and solved, and characters have found a way to harness the power that brought them here in order to return home. Even better, they've gained total control over its workings, allowing them to visit other worlds on a temporary or permanent basis. Want to go home with your new friends? Want to live on your own world but take free vacations to visit them whenever you want? It's all doable!

Leave a comment briefly describing your character's world/home for other people to comment to. Thread out a visit, create shenanigans, do whatever you want GO CRAZY

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[bywolves]

They're not my servants, they're guards. And you've certainly passed on your name, haven't you. [ Royce's eyes are on the toddler Alfie's got in his arms. ]

[phaseshifter]

Iunno. Why is water wet? And vending machines use paper money. Credit doesn't mean jack out here.

[ GOD, CHURCH. Angel opens a slightly bigger box and looks excited for the briefest of moments before her face scrunches into a look of disgust. Guns! Crappy guns. ]

Commons? Bandit commons? Are you freaking kidding me?!

[devoutish]

[Angel, that is not very encouraging. He holds his rocket launcher with two hands, because he's a sensible gangster.]

Where's the trigger?

[bywolves]

[ He looks vaguely exasperated. ] Yes. I don't need them, but they refuse to let me go anywhere on my own.

A lot has happened. For both of us, I assume. [ He waves the guards off, who move catlike back to the door. The rest of the room's inhabitants go back to what they were doing, and Royce beckons, leading Tifa to the balcony. There's some measure of privacy here, at least. ]

[devoutish]

[She hides her face against Alfie's neck when Royce looks at her, but then peeks a little, giving him an impish little grin.]

Yeah, that's my kid. Yeah.

[He's going for nonchalant, but for once, he isn't landing it. He's bursting with pride.]

You don't sit in this great big palace all day, do you?

[phaseshifter]

Um, yeah, I'll just - I'll be getting some fresh air.

[ TIME TO SCAMPER OUTSIDE. She avoids wandering too far, because you never know what kind of terrifying wildlife you're going to find on a strange planet, but. It's enough just to be looking around somewhere new, really. There's grass! Grass that begs to be sat on!! ]

[powersouls]

[Tifa follows, a little smile still on her lips. It might be permanent for as long as she's visiting, honestly.]

I can imagine. Tell me.

[bywolves]

[ Sure looks like Alfie, especially with that grin. Royce looks amused, himself. ]

No. I'm here on business. This isn't my palace, it's Modina's. Don't play coy, Solomons, I know you're waiting for me to ask about your kid. Managed to charm a woman off her feet, did you?

[phaseshifter]

[ SO EMBARRASSING. She hops to her feet and tries to look like she isn't bothered by her spectacular failure. And fails, because seriously, wow. ]

It's - further back. There.

[ She's about to touch it to demonstrate, then thinks better of it and just. Points. No touchie. ]

You, uh, might wanna be careful.

[devoutish]

I've got a wife now. I'm a proper family man; can you believe it?

[But he's still a criminal, because of course he is. He lightly pokes the girl on the cheek, and she giggles.]

[devoutish]

[He notes the trigger, steadies the weapon, and then takes aim. He's expecting a big kickback - he'd handled bigger weapons than pistols in the war - but this one takes even him by surprise. He doesn't fall on his ass, but he stumbles backwards, reaching out to steady himself against the wall.]

Well - could've been worse, I suppose.

Angel, was it a very bad idea to let you convince me to come here?

[bywolves]

[ He gives her the rundown - skims past the more painful parts, the parts he doesn't like to remember, but she gets to hear all about Novron, how Novron was an elf, how the Patriarch - Mawyndulë - was an elf, and all the events leading up to the final battle. ]

Hadrian was called to fight as Gaunt's champion. [ Royce says, as the tale winds down. ] And he would've won, but he wasn't declared champion by the actual Heir of Novron, so he couldn't kill Mawyndulë's champion - the final blow bounced off of the champion's chest, protected by the ritual in place. I tried to kill Mawyndulë before the champion could kill Hadrian, but I couldn't hurt him, and Mawyndulë tried to set me on fire. But he couldn't.

[ He pushes his hair back out of his face. Dryly: ] You'll never believe who the Heir actually was.

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[headjacked]

[ Boy, is this awkward and also terrible. Rhys shoves his hand into his pocket and kicks at the casings on the ground. ]

We don't have to stay here.

Or... we can. As long as you need to.

[ If he has his other arm, he'd be fiddling with his bracelet. He knows how hard it can be to let go. ]

[bywolves]

[ Royce is glad Alfie has not asked him if he wants to hold her. Arista and Hadrian have asked that same type of question before and he never knows how to say no without offending people. ]

I believe it. Believe it more than you'd think, actually. [ He will come a little closer, though! ] Names?

[powersouls]

Oh!

[Wow. That's... Tifa just sort of blinks at him for a second. Sorry, Royce.]

Is that why you have the bodyguards?

[And then, because she has to tease him at least a little, she smiles again, eyebrows going up.]

Is it illegal to touch royalty? Is that why everyone was so horrified when I hugged you?

[phaseshifter]

Oh, yes. Probably. Almost definitely. But it's - you know! The authentic Pandoran experience. Shoot at things, scream a lot, try not to die. Just like the natives do!

[ The shotgun is abandoned in favour of a pistol. Several pistols. Two spares go in the pockets of her Norfinbury coat, and another gets examined briefly before she offers it to Alfie. ]

It's Hyperion! Which means it's the most accurate thing you'll ever fire. Oh my god I sound like such a shill.

[bywolves]

[ He rolls his eyes. ]

Yes, that's why I have the bodyguards. Elves. [ Huff. ] And no, it isn't illegal. You've met me, Tifa. They were concerned I'd respond... poorly to touch, I assume.

[phaseshifter]

You hope we don't have to stay here. The doors only open for Jack's voice.

[ And phaseshifty bullshit, but shhh. Gotta keep it light. ]

I can't believe he didn't get the place cleaned up. He used to yell so much when I didn't tidy my room. Freaking hypocrite.

[devoutish]

She's Anna.

[Anna reaches a hand out and makes a grab for Royce's long hair, because she's exactly as irritating as her father.]

My wife's Renee.

[bywolves]

[ Royce starts - but he has enough control over his reflex to not karate chop Alfie's daughter for grabbing at him, thanks. ]

Anna. [ He raises his eyebrows at her, reaching to tie his hair back. ] You have menace written all over you.

Rhys

[headjacked]

Lynchwood

[ Rhys is an excited, happy tour guide, bringing his companion on a train. Trains are safe, right? Heavily armored, protected from the harsh elements.

Yep.

Until a flock of bandits on outrunners derails it. Most die in the attempt, but they successfully crash the locomotive just inside Lynchwood.

Coughing, Rhys crawls out of the wreckage, relatively unscathed, and takes cover behind a wall. ]

Hey - HEY! You okay?!

Helios Station

[ Perhaps you'd like to play it safer. You're in space, stationed above Pandora and its moon, Elpis. The moon has a massive crater of a scar, visible through the enormous window in Handsome Jack's office.

Said office is adorned with statues of the man. It's. Yeah. Eerie in here. A memorial of sorts.

A photo of a little girl is sitting on the desk Rhys is at. ]

Weird, being back up here without -- uhmm.

[ The last thing he remembers is assuming Presidency with Jack.

But now, there's no Jack. ]

[powersouls]

[Tifa laughs softly, reaching out to squeeze his arm.]

I know, I'm just teasing you. So what are you doing now?

[devoutish]

Do they have safety catches? You'll want to make sure those are one before you go shoving them into your pockets.

[He can see you have very little experience with these things, Angel. He's helping.]

[devoutish]

She's learned to walk.

[The long-suffering tone of his voice says it all, really. Heart attacks on the daily as she gets into all kinds of trouble.]

There's a reason I haven't put her down. Have you got any of your own yet?

[He knows Royce had wanted to, with Gwen.]

[headjacked]

[ Rhys thought the black and white thing was just in pictures. That the Ye Olden Tymes had color.

He thought wrong.

Perhaps he should've dressed a little less... Rhysishly. He's still rocking bright teal, red, and asymmetrical pinstripes. No robotics on display, thank whatever deity you please - just an eyepatch and a pinned-up sleeve.

Still, the man sticks out. ]

Alfiiiiie...

[ And yet still manages to get lost in a crowd. ]