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

Comments

[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.

[headjacked]

From the outside, maybe. I'm sure without that... [ ...collar... ] --- you can get us out of here.

[ He smiles a little, though, at the roomcleany thing. Smiles and then quickly frowns. ]

A-anyway, there's a difference between. Daughter cleaning her room and cleaning up the room your daughter died in.

[phaseshifter]

Mmmmhmmm. Steer clear of the glass, there could still be raw eridium dried on there.

[ Which probably wouldn't do any more damage than handling a bar of the refined stuff, honestly, but shush. Rhys could cut himself on the glass and get it in his bloodstream and LET HER FUSS IT'S A GOOD DISTRACTION.

She ducks under a loose wire, and is picking her way around a particularly bullet-riddled loader when she pauses. At least one thing has to have been cleared away. Right? ]

Hey, where-- do you know-- I wonder where he put, uh...

[ what's a polite way of asking WHERE IS MY CORPSE AM I GOING TO RUN ACROSS THAT ACCIDENTALLY BECAUSE HOLY SHIT THAT WOULDN'T BE NEATO ]

[headjacked]

[ 'Steer clear of glass' is common sense even without toxic chemicals involved in the equation. Sorry, Angel, but he rolls his eyes at the fussing.

And he has no idea what she's talking about. ]

Your what?

[phaseshifter]

You know! I wonder where he put... me. After. The thing.

[ She might know Jack better than most people, but she's never exactly had to wonder where he'd put the corpse of his beloved catalyst-slash-daughter before. HALP. WHAT IF HE HAD HER LAMINATED AND PROPPED UP OUTSIDE THE DOORS. RHYS DID HE DO THAT IS THAT A THING ]