Random Role Play : Play It By Ear!

[Janus]

All of you have a long dream, of living an entire life time before. A land of strange horseless carriages called "cars", of strange boxes called "computers". Speaking with each other thousands of miles away in something called "The Internet". A mystical being speaks to you in your minds.

"I am the Living Universe. I am eternal, I am. . .The SOURCE!"
"Listen to me!" He gives you all your names. . . your details of your life, everything, so you know, that no matter how strange this all seems, he is real.
"I am The Universe!"
"Listen to me!"

Before you can respond, you all find yourselves in a strange new place. You wake up in new beds. Some in modern, comfortable beds, others in futuristic, comfortable beds, and still others in Medieval beds, if not straw mattresses. You discover that all around you, something is different. Obviously. A look in the mirror reveals that you all look. . . different. Your body may be the same, but your apparel now matches the time frame in which you live. Some may have cloaks and Medieval blue robes, while a few may be in what appears to be a Star Fleet uniform without the "Starfleet" involved.

Phase 1:
Introduction
Find information. What's the strange entity that spoke to you? How did you get here? Why are you here?

 

[Anya Homura]

All of you have a long dream, of living an entire life time before. A land of strange horseless carriages called "cars", of strange boxes called "computers". Speaking with each other thousands of miles away in something called "The Internet". A mystical being speaks to you in your minds.

"I am the Living Universe. I am eternal, I am. . .The SOURCE!"
"Listen to me!" He gives you all your names. . . your details of your life, everything, so you know, that no matter how strange this all seems, he is real.
"I am The Universe!"
"Listen to me!"

Before you can respond, you all find yourselves in a strange new place. You wake up in new beds. Some in modern, comfortable beds, others in futuristic, comfortable beds, and still others in straw mattresses. You discover that all around you, something is different. Obviously. A look in the mirror reveals that you all look. . . different. Your body may be the same, but your apparel now matches the time frame in which you live. Some may have cloaks and Medieval blue robes, while a few may be in what appears to be a Star Fleet uniform without the "Starfleet" involved.

Phase 1:
Introduction
Find information. What's the strange entity that spoke to you? How did you get here? Why are you here?

Click to shrink...

The girl with aquamarine eyes wakes up gasping for breath. She screams.

She screams loud, fear and shock in every tremble of her voice.

She sits up and sinks her head into her hands.

How did I get here? Where is--oh, right the forest by the temple--how did I know that--how could I not know that--I shouldn't know that--yes I should--NO I SHOULDN'T I DO BELONG HERE--YES I DO--NO, I DON'T... don't I? ...Who even is... I?

She starts to sob, confused and conflicted with two lives in her head.

 

[DevilsAdvocate]

A young man wakes from his slumber and then stays still, holding his head.
What in the world happened? What are these memories in my head?

What can I remember?

I open my eyes to take in my surroundings.

 

[See my smile]

All of you have a long dream, of living an entire lifetime before. A land of strange horseless carriages called "cars", of strange boxes called "computers". Speaking with each other thousands of miles away in something called "The Internet". A mystical being speaks to you in your minds.

"I am the Living Universe. I am eternal, I am. .The SOURCE!"
"Listen to me!" He gives you all your names. . . the details of your life, everything, so you know, that no matter how strange this all seems, he is real.
"I am The Universe!"
"Listen to me!"

Before you can respond, you all find yourselves in a strange new place. You wake up in new beds. Some in modern, comfortable beds, others in futuristic, comfortable beds, and still others in straw mattresses. You discover that all around you, something is different. Obviously. A look in the mirror reveals that you all look. . . different. Your body may be the same, but your apparel now matches the time frame in which you live. Some may have cloaks and Medieval blue robes, while a few may be in what appears to be a Star Fleet uniform without the "Starfleet" involved.

Phase 1:
Introduction
Find information. What's the strange entity that spoke to you? How did you get here? Why are you here?

Click to shrink...

OOOwww.
'Why does my head hurt?' Thought the woman with the glasses. She had rolled over in a desperate bid to ignore the sunlight that was suddenly glaring into her eyes... wait. What? She shot straight up in her the bed she found herself in and looked out of the massive bay window that took up the entire north wall that looked out upon a futuristic skyline.

None of this was normal. Her apartment was a tiny one bedroom one bath that had last been refurbished in the 90's. Not a massive looking penthouse that looked be unbelievable tech-filled. Her bed was an ancient twin that she had been using for a few years as she was working out her residence. Not an almost brand new looking California king that had felt like sleeping on a cloud.

But, she could remember that it all was hers too. She could remember the work that she had done to get this home. She could remember two distinct lives that were currently trying to fit themselves into her skull.

She began to massage her temples in a desperate bid to put the memories where they belonged.

 

[Terran Imperium]

All of you have a long dream, of living an entire life time before. A land of strange horseless carriages called "cars", of strange boxes called "computers". Speaking with each other thousands of miles away in something called "The Internet". A mystical being speaks to you in your minds.

"I am the Living Universe. I am eternal, I am. . .The SOURCE!"
"Listen to me!" He gives you all your names. . . your details of your life, everything, so you know, that no matter how strange this all seems, he is real.
"I am The Universe!"
"Listen to me!"

Before you can respond, you all find yourselves in a strange new place. You wake up in new beds. Some in modern, comfortable beds, others in futuristic, comfortable beds, and still others in Medieval beds, if not straw mattresses. You discover that all around you, something is different. Obviously. A look in the mirror reveals that you all look. . . different. Your body may be the same, but your apparel now matches the time frame in which you live. Some may have cloaks and Medieval blue robes, while a few may be in what appears to be a Star Fleet uniform without the "Starfleet" involved.

Phase 1:
Introduction
Find information. What's the strange entity that spoke to you? How did you get here? Why are you here?

Click to shrink...

She woke up, in a luxurious king-sized bed, her surroundings were strangely alien and familiar at the same time. There is an aristocratic and ancient majesty to the furniture and the architecture. Her body moved instinctively as servants came in to dress her in her usual robes.

As she looked upon herself in front of the mirror, she was surprised to find an ethereal woman, almost too beautiful to be true, with white-snow hair, pale skin, and crimson-red eyes. It set quite an impression.



She is in the body of Lilith Lahamu Shub-Ad, the court mage of the Emperor. She was also another woman, in a different world but it didn't really matter who that was, not in the current situation. She wasn't Lilith, nor was she that woman. She was the result of the merging of the two, although, in her current situation, she couldn't simply adopt a new name to represent her birth. And so, she must settle with the name of Lilith Lahamu Shub-Ad.

She smiled toward the mirror, it was obviously forced and shallow. Lilith must not have been used to smiling, as even the maids beside her seemed dumbfounded at her expressing any kind of emotion. That wouldn't do.

 

[Kensai]

She hadn't expected to wake up again. Not this kind of waking up, anyway, with her mind alert and refreshed after a good night's rest. Free from pain, free from the mind-dulling haze that kept the pain at bay.

It felt... good. More than good. So ridiculously more than good, words didn't begin to describe it.

Was this death? Paradise? It felt more real than she'd have thought heaven would, if her belief hadn't been scourged out of her by years of anguish both physical and emotional.

She rose, marvelling in the ease and grace and power of a young and healthy body; not unmarked nor unblemished, but unhindered in its purpose. And wasn't it a wonder even to be able to see it clearly, to smell its clean fragrance, to hear its strong pulse beating in its ears?

And then - the memories. A life, already well lived. So much packed into such a short span, and what ought to have been a dreadful end. But for her.

Yes, she remembered. The young die, too. And sometimes not through the grubby disgrace of disease, but by the hand of man.

And so, out of the wreckage of two lives, one.

She went through the most recent, the most immediately useful, of the memories. A name, a calling. A mode of existence.

She dressed. Lady Sora, sorceress of the land of Yü-ti, inheritor of the high Fen-Yang tradition of magic, prospective consort to the second grandson of the Lord High Vizier of Atlantis and general inconvenience, would see this day through, and, perhaps, many more to come.

Spoiler: Image

 

[Spook]

All of you have a long dream, of living an entire life time before. A land of strange horseless carriages called "cars", of strange boxes called "computers". Speaking with each other thousands of miles away in something called "The Internet". A mystical being speaks to you in your minds.

"I am the Living Universe. I am eternal, I am. . .The SOURCE!"
"Listen to me!" He gives you all your names. . . your details of your life, everything, so you know, that no matter how strange this all seems, he is real.
"I am The Universe!"
"Listen to me!"

Before you can respond, you all find yourselves in a strange new place. You wake up in new beds. Some in modern, comfortable beds, others in futuristic, comfortable beds, and still others in straw mattresses. You discover that all around you, something is different. Obviously. A look in the mirror reveals that you all look. . . different. Your body may be the same, but your apparel now matches the time frame in which you live. Some may have cloaks and Medieval blue robes, while a few may be in what appears to be a Star Fleet uniform without the "Starfleet" involved.

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Congratulations! You are the Mage! Your magic is not bound by the laws of the schools of magic. Your versatility in magic is second to none! You find yourself in the capital city in a grand forest Kingdom surrounded by villages, towns and little cities. Fortunately for you, you bear the family crest of Blanche, the Archducal family. You are thus surrounded by hired help.

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Richard Blanche was the fourth son of the Archduke of Oth Cedor. He was a man of power and dignity, one who met the expectations of his station well. Though not given to politics - he had no interest in provoking or subverting his brothers - he had set the ground for a respectable but passive career in magical practice and research. He was quiet, competent, mild. The closest thing to irrelevance the Blanche line could produce.

Today, however, Richard wakes as someone who is not entirely Richard.

He rouses earlier than is typical. His surroundings, his trappings, the thunder in his flesh are at once foreign and familiar, for they belong to only one life of the two he now feels to have led. The only one which appears to be continuing.

In the comfort of a Blanche manor bedroom, a dead man walking quietly indulges in a little hysteria.

 

[Fellgrave]

All of you have a long dream, of living an entire life time before. A land of strange horseless carriages called "cars", of strange boxes called "computers". Speaking with each other thousands of miles away in something called "The Internet". A mystical being speaks to you in your minds.

"I am the Living Universe. I am eternal, I am. . .The SOURCE!"
"Listen to me!" He gives you all your names. . . your details of your life, everything, so you know, that no matter how strange this all seems, he is real.
"I am The Universe!"
"Listen to me!"

Before you can respond, you all find yourselves in a strange new place. You wake up in new beds. Some in modern, comfortable beds, others in futuristic, comfortable beds, and still others in Medieval beds, if not straw mattresses. You discover that all around you, something is different. Obviously. A look in the mirror reveals that you all look. . . different. Your body may be the same, but your apparel now matches the time frame in which you live. Some may have cloaks and Medieval blue robes, while a few may be in what appears to be a Star Fleet uniform without the "Starfleet" involved.

Phase 1:
Introduction
Find information. What's the strange entity that spoke to you? How did you get here? Why are you here?

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I woke to pain. A pounding headache that wasn't at all helped by the voice of thunder that boomed in my thoughts. Why couldn't a god pick a more reasonable communication method? Enough swirling storms, or raging fires, or shaking of the earth... send a bloody text why don't you.

I stumbled my way out of bed and blindly felt my way along the wall until I reached the bathroom. I could feel a soft vibration in

The light flicked on as I stepped inside and I nearly fell back with a hiss. A moment of blinking the spots from my eyes, I took in my appearance in the mirror. The rings around my eyes and the dreadful state of my hair: expected. The tight bodysuit made out of some material without a zipper or seam that I couldn't quite place but was on the tip of my tongue... not so much.

Spoiler

The memories of two separate lives crashed together in my head with all the grace of a Republican presidency affecting world affairs. A part of me couldn't believe that, yes, that hum was in fact the power running through the fucking spaceship I was aboard. The other part, me, Adellina Rake, was busy laughing at the notion of reaching the moon as the height of space advancement in between pauses over the toilet bowl.

Oh, and some god had apparently done this to me for some unexplained reason. I think. That may have just been the headache talking.

There was only one question clear in my mind.

"What the hel did I have to drink last night?"

 

[Janus]

@thread
Mysteriously, in the center of the same room or area that you are currently located, there appears in front of you a magical Orb that you can sense through your soul. A mysterious figure, occurring in front of you as a very young boy, a beautiful vivacious woman, or a wise old man, appears with the Orb, which is at his feet. The wizard or witch, as he or she may be, smiles faintly, as if he has good intent towards you.
"It is I, The Voice." Extremely powerful magic emanates from his thoughts, and his mere presence is superior to anything your magic can accomplish. As he stands there, it is as if he is beckoning you without a word or even gesture to speak with him. After speaking time seems to slow to a crawl, and then completely stops.

 

[Anya Homura]

@thread
Mysteriously, in the center of the same room or area that you are currently located, there appears in front of you a magical Orb that you can sense through your soul. A mysterious figure, occurring in front of you as a very young boy, a beautiful vivacious woman, or a wise old man, appears with the Orb, which is at his feet. The wizard or witch, as he or she may be, smiles faintly, as if he has good intent towards you.
"It is I, The Voice." Extremely powerful magic emanates from his thoughts, and his mere presence is superior to anything your magic can accomplish. As he stands there, it is as if he is beckoning you without a word or even gesture to speak with him. After speaking time seems to slow to a crawl, and then completely stops.

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Aquamarine Eyed Girl
Tendou, Temple Forest
Status: Terrible

---

Through her tears, the teenager looks at the Orb, and at the witch holding it. She calms down enough to stop holding her face, and listens to the Voice as it works its' magic to slow time around her.

Her memories are so totally alien to each other, yet both felt the same level of 'right', of 'her'. It hurt. She needs someone to give her an answer, a clear right or wrong between the girl who lived on technology and family,

(the one who flitted about from interest and hobby, the one who hated how unfair the big world was and wanted most to go back to a time it felt like it was just her and the friends and family in the state she lived in, the one who would almost definitely murder if it meant things got better for the ones she cared for)

and the girl who thrived on solitude and magic,

(the one who went to live at a temple the minute she realized she had a Gift, the one who studied day and night to figure out how her Gift worked, the one who always spent her moments looking for answers that she knew wouldn't come whole because they were never meant for her but for someone far off from her life)

because the divide is real and whole and tearing her apart inside.

"Please just tell me who I am," she begs the Voice.

@Janus

 

[See my smile]

@thread
Mysteriously, in the center of the same room or area that you are currently located, there appears in front of you a magical Orb that you can sense through your soul. A mysterious figure, occurring in front of you as a very young boy, a beautiful vivacious woman, or a wise old man, appears with the Orb, which is at his feet. The wizard or witch, as he or she may be, smiles faintly, as if he has good intentions towards you.
"It is I, The Voice." Extremely powerful magic emanates from his thoughts, and his mere presence is superior to anything your magic can accomplish. As he stands there, it is as if he is beckoning you without a word or even gesture to speak with him. After speaking time seems to slow to a crawl, and then completely stops.

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The woman glared over the tops of her glasses her headache pounding as the figure spoke.

She didn't stop rubbing the sides of her head. Even as she flinched as the booming caused a spike of pain to lance through her skull.

"Alright, so why are you here and what do you want.

 

[Kensai]

@thread
Mysteriously, in the center of the same room or area that you are currently located, there appears in front of you a magical Orb that you can sense through your soul. A mysterious figure, occurring in front of you as a very young boy, a beautiful vivacious woman, or a wise old man, appears with the Orb, which is at his feet. The wizard or witch, as he or she may be, smiles faintly, as if he has good intent towards you.
"It is I, The Voice." Extremely powerful magic emanates from his thoughts, and his mere presence is superior to anything your magic can accomplish. As he stands there, it is as if he is beckoning you without a word or even gesture to speak with him. After speaking time seems to slow to a crawl, and then completely stops.

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Lady Sora smiled uncertainly at the boy.

"I think I owe you some thanks, whatever 'I' am right now," she said. "Both of - me? were about to die and now we're - I'm - alive. It's... weird. But it's better than being dead."

Her smile grew firmer, fixed.

"And now I guess the question is, what do we owe you for all this?"

 

[Terran Imperium]

@thread
Mysteriously, in the center of the same room or area that you are currently located, there appears in front of you a magical Orb that you can sense through your soul. A mysterious figure, occurring in front of you as a very young boy, a beautiful vivacious woman, or a wise old man, appears with the Orb, which is at his feet. The wizard or witch, as he or she may be, smiles faintly, as if he has good intent towards you.
"It is I, The Voice." Extremely powerful magic emanates from his thoughts, and his mere presence is superior to anything your magic can accomplish. As he stands there, it is as if he is beckoning you without a word or even gesture to speak with him. After speaking time seems to slow to a crawl, and then completely stops.

Click to shrink...

The Voice? That is quite an unoriginal name, not that it really mattered faced by such a powerful being. Lilith gracefully bowed in front of the being. The servants had already left while she was assessing herself and her overall appearance.

"I am honored to be in your presence. I am Lilith Lahamu Shub-Ad, court mage of the Togran Emperor. What could have brought your visit to my chamber?" she questioned.

 

[Janus]

Aquamarine Eyed Girl
Tendou, Temple Forest
Status: Terrible

---

Through her tears, the teenager looks at the Orb, and at the witch holding it. She calms down enough to stop holding her face, and listens to the Voice as it works its' magic to slow time around her.

Her memories are so totally alien to each other, yet both felt the same level of 'right', of 'her'. It hurt. She needs someone to give her an answer, a clear right or wrong between the girl who lived on technology and family,

(the one who flitted about from interest and hobby, the one who hated how unfair the big world was and wanted most to go back to a time it felt like it was just her and the friends and family in the state she lived in, the one who would almost definitely murder if it meant things got better for the ones she cared for)

and the girl who thrived on solitude and magic,

(the one who went to live at a temple the minute she realized she had a Gift, the one who studied day and night to figure out how her Gift worked, the one who always spent her moments looking for answers that she knew wouldn't come whole because they were never meant for her but for someone far off from her life)

because the divide is real and whole and tearing her apart inside.

"Please just tell me who I am," she begs the Voice.

@Janus

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The woman glared over the tops of her glasses her headache pounding as the figure spoke.

She didn't stop rubbing the sides of her head. Even as she flinched as the booming caused a spike of pain to lance through her skull.

"Alright, so why are you here and what do you want.

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Lady Sora smiled uncertainly at the boy.

"I think I owe you some thanks, whatever 'I' am right now," she said. "Both of - me? were about to die and now we're - I'm - alive. It's... weird. But it's better than being dead."

Her smile grew firmer, fixed.

"And now I guess the question is, what do we owe you for all this?"

Click to shrink...

The Voice? That is quite an unoriginal name, not that it really mattered faced by such a powerful being. Lilith gracefully bowed in front of the being. The servants had already left while she was assessing herself and her overall appearance.

"I am honored to be in your presence. I am Lilith Lahamu Shub-Ad, court mage of the Togran Emperor. What could have brought your visit to my chamber?" she questioned.

Click to shrink...

"You are motes in the Universal Eye." The Voice explained metaphorically. "All of you are at once in one world, and once in another."
"The Source Of All Magic is sick. You are all the children of the Universe it'self. It was not meant to make others after it'self. Indeed, The Source has gone against it's own fate, seeking to become greater than it'self. This is against the laws of the universe."

"Listen, you are all in your comfortable, 21st century lives right now, yet here you stand. The act of The Source was to jam you into another dimension, or a different time, or a different place in the world, in order to recreate it'self in all of you. The Source would have then devoured you all. It may still devour you all, unless you make yourselves worthy of existing alongside him."

 

[DevilsAdvocate]

"What laws are we speaking about here?"

 

[Janus]

"What laws are we speaking about here?"

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"IT is sometimes forgotten that the Universe it'self was created. The Source was created many eons ago."
"The Source was given the mission to teach, to watch, to guide, but never act, never to make others like it'self, but it grew tired of living countless eons. It was lonely, even until it grew insane."

 

[Anya Homura]

"You are motes in the Universal Eye." The Voice explained metaphorically. "All of you are at once in one world, and once in another."
"The Source Of All Magic is sick. You are all the children of the Universe it'self. It was not meant to make others after it'self. Indeed, The Source has gone against it's own fate, seeking to become greater than it'self. This is against the laws of the universe."

"Listen, you are all in your comfortable, 21st century lives right now, yet here you stand. The act of The Source was to jam you into another dimension, or a different time, or a different place in the world, in order to recreate it'self in all of you. The Source would have then devoured you all. It may still devour you all, unless you make yourselves worthy of existing alongside him."

Click to shrink...

Confusion, panic, and hopelessness all simmer up within her--then something else. Annoyance which leads to anger.

"Yeah, but that doesn't fucking help. I'm still fucking dealing with fucking identity merging, and I don't even know what name I should call myself or if either life has more worth than the other and if you're going to be a mystical guiding force you could at least act like you give a shit!"

The girl gasps and then bows. "I..." She's not entirely sorry.

 

[Janus]

Confusion, panic, and hopelessness all simmer up within her--then something else. Annoyance which leads to anger.

"Yeah, but that doesn't fucking help. I'm still fucking dealing with fucking identity merging, and I don't even know what name I should call myself or if either life has more worth than the other and if you're going to be a mystical guiding force you could at least act like you give a shit!"

The girl gasps and then bows. "I..." She's not entirely sorry.

Click to shrink...

"I don't know how to explain this. My emotions are very dim. I care. . . I just, cannot feel. Much."
"I have concern for your plight. I want the best for the Earth. I am, it's Mother. But I grow old. I shall die soon, unless . . . " She trails off in thought.

 

[Anya Homura]

"I don't know how to explain this. My emotions are very dim. I care. . . I just, cannot feel. Much."
"I have concern for your plight. I want the best for the Earth. I am, it's Mother. But I grow old. I shall die soon, unless . . . " She trails off in thought.

Click to shrink...

The girl takes a deep breath, then another. She gets back on her feet. "I... okay. It must be kinda like my one friend then... Y-you said that I'm existing in two places at once, right? W-what's happening with the other me? Is she still going about her, uh, her life, or is this all some fever dream she's experiencing? And what the hell is the Source and why is it doing this bullshit anyways?"

 

[DevilsAdvocate]

"IT is sometimes forgotten that the Universe it'self was created. The Source was created many eons ago."
"The Source was given the mission to teach, to watch, to guide, but never act, never to make others like it'self, but it grew tired of living countless eons. It was lonely, even until it grew insane."

Click to shrink...

"Why was it able to grow lonely? How can it teach, but not make others 'Like itself"?"

I sit up, and focus.

"A created thing can only do what it is made to do, it might be made to grow and learn on its own but the Sources 'Job' as you describe does not imply those abilities."

 

[See my smile]

"You are motes in the Universal Eye." The Voice explained metaphorically. "All of you are at once in one world, and once in another."
"The Source Of All Magic is sick. You are all the children of the Universe it'self. It was not meant to make others after it'self. Indeed, The Source has gone against its own fate, seeking to become greater than it'self. This is against the laws of the universe."

"Listen, you are all in your comfortable, 21st century lives right now, yet here you stand. The act of The Source was to jam you into another dimension, or a different time, or a different place in the world, in order to recreate it'self in all of you. The Source would have then devoured you all. It may still devour you all unless you make yourselves worthy of existing alongside him."

Click to shrink...

What.

No seriously what?

"What do you mean by devoured." The woman in the glasses who was neither Abagail Fairgrave nor Marcia Melancholic. Her tone of voice implied a certain level of hardly contained rage.

Her headache continued to pound as it actually became worse somehow.

 

[MedievalParadox]

All of you have a long dream, of living an entire life time before. A land of strange horseless carriages called "cars", of strange boxes called "computers". Speaking with each other thousands of miles away in something called "The Internet". A mystical being speaks to you in your minds.

"I am the Living Universe. I am eternal, I am. . .The SOURCE!"
"Listen to me!" He gives you all your names. . . your details of your life, everything, so you know, that no matter how strange this all seems, he is real.
"I am The Universe!"
"Listen to me!"

Before you can respond, you all find yourselves in a strange new place. You wake up in new beds. Some in modern, comfortable beds, others in futuristic, comfortable beds, and still others in Medieval beds, if not straw mattresses. You discover that all around you, something is different. Obviously. A look in the mirror reveals that you all look. . . different. Your body may be the same, but your apparel now matches the time frame in which you live. Some may have cloaks and Medieval blue robes, while a few may be in what appears to be a Star Fleet uniform without the "Starfleet" involved.

Phase 1:
Introduction
Find information. What's the strange entity that spoke to you? How did you get here? Why are you here?

Click to shrink...

I wake up in a jolt, and find myself sitting up in a bed that's not quite mine, in a room I semi remember. Naturally with the conflicting memories in my head, and the fact that I in a strange room I don't remember knowing about, I start to internally freak out, while externally I put on the mask of being in control as I try to take in my surroundings.

 

[Janus]

((If no one else will post I replace this one tomorrow on the 29th))

 

[Terran Imperium]

"You are motes in the Universal Eye." The Voice explained metaphorically. "All of you are at once in one world, and once in another."
"The Source Of All Magic is sick. You are all the children of the Universe it'self. It was not meant to make others after it'self. Indeed, The Source has gone against it's own fate, seeking to become greater than it'self. This is against the laws of the universe."

"Listen, you are all in your comfortable, 21st century lives right now, yet here you stand. The act of The Source was to jam you into another dimension, or a different time, or a different place in the world, in order to recreate it'self in all of you. The Source would have then devoured you all. It may still devour you all, unless you make yourselves worthy of existing alongside him."

Click to shrink...

Lilith merely tilted her head slightly to the side. So?

"What do you want me to do? Become stronger, better? I would have done so either way. You must know that as you seem to be a nearly omnipotent entity. You did not waste the effort and time here for a mere warning, although the information given is appreciated. What do you want me to do?"

 

[Fellgrave]

@thread
Mysteriously, in the center of the same room or area that you are currently located, there appears in front of you a magical Orb that you can sense through your soul. A mysterious figure, occurring in front of you as a very young boy, a beautiful vivacious woman, or a wise old man, appears with the Orb, which is at his feet. The wizard or witch, as he or she may be, smiles faintly, as if he has good intent towards you.
"It is I, The Voice." Extremely powerful magic emanates from his thoughts, and his mere presence is superior to anything your magic can accomplish. As he stands there, it is as if he is beckoning you without a word or even gesture to speak with him. After speaking time seems to slow to a crawl, and then completely stops.

Click to shrink...

"You are motes in the Universal Eye." The Voice explained metaphorically. "All of you are at once in one world, and once in another."
"The Source Of All Magic is sick. You are all the children of the Universe it'self. It was not meant to make others after it'self. Indeed, The Source has gone against it's own fate, seeking to become greater than it'self. This is against the laws of the universe."

"Listen, you are all in your comfortable, 21st century lives right now, yet here you stand. The act of The Source was to jam you into another dimension, or a different time, or a different place in the world, in order to recreate it'self in all of you. The Source would have then devoured you all. It may still devour you all, unless you make yourselves worthy of existing alongside him."

Click to shrink...

I stumbled away from the sink and swiped my hand over the sensor that controlled the lights. With the back of my hand, I rubbed at my eyes before focusing on the... orb.

"I don't suppose The Voice comes in an inside variety does it?" I asked after I had gathered myself. "And no offence, but 'help or die' isn't really endearing yourself to me very much."

I give the orb a wan-eyed glance before shuffling over to the small fridge next to my bed. Eyes closed, a few beads of light sneak through the cracks between my eyelids when I open it up. My hand fished around inside for a moment before it found what felt like a good old bottle. I didn't see a glass around, so I just thumbed the cap off and took a swallow. I can taste the peat as fire burns a line down my throat. Whiskey, and a good one at that.

Good to know that some things never change.

"So God is dying and needs help." I took another swig from the bottle. "Doesn't explain why I'm here, or what I can accomplish. Although, I'm not sure I really want to know, I have to ask. What's the point of this?"