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My name is Daria-toren. I was born on Karn. Last week a robot named Jim Nightmare (
yonjuunana ) hosted a pizza party in the dreaming. For a short while a space carved out of the formless ether became host to a small group of jiko from all corners of existence.
They posted in a fury. A journal which normally landed only a handful of comments suddenly broke a hundred. I met the handmaiden of an exiled princess and a psychologist committed to the study of raw creation (
rosencrantz ). I summoned a copse of trees, and a man from a thousand years in the future saw one for the first time. I traded notes on death and fear with a necromancer from the Sundered Kingdoms (
galen_6thnecro ).
The wave of connection passed, and I was sad to see them go.
So this is a space to meet again. I call jiko, spirits, soulbonds, characters who've seized a life of their own, from all across the multiverse. If you are invisible, if you are lonely or bored, if you have spent your whole existence talking only to the one or two people who acknowledge your presence, come meet us here.
Any language, words or pictures or sounds or however you communicate, is fair game. What we cannot understand, we will learn.
Come join me in this place where it's all real.
My name is Daria-toren. I was born on Karn. Last week a robot named Jim Nightmare (
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The wave of connection passed, and I was sad to see them go.
So this is a space to meet again. I call jiko, spirits, soulbonds, characters who've seized a life of their own, from all across the multiverse. If you are invisible, if you are lonely or bored, if you have spent your whole existence talking only to the one or two people who acknowledge your presence, come meet us here.
Any language, words or pictures or sounds or however you communicate, is fair game. What we cannot understand, we will learn.
Come join me in this place where it's all real.
Re: Gy
Yeh. Pyraxis tells me 'bout you but I don't think we've come face to face. I'm Daria.
Gy
Half the time, I don't even recognize me.It makes me wish I hadn't run away. I wish I had studied magic or even The Way. Instead I did what I wanted to do, and they let me as long as I promised to put seed in the arem and do the Kifu. *Grin* And I didn't even do that!
But I did all right, especially after Gillian adopted me. That tent was the best thing that happened to me. *Looks thoughtful* Maybe I should go back. Maybe the tent could fix me...
Re: Gy
Gillian? Adopted you? You are Gillian! Don't you remember?
And he's not your son, he's the boy that came out of the chest. You didn't even know who he was! Or if he is your son, how did he get in the box to begin with?
Gy
Anyway, I walked into this tent and the proprietor offered me a job. Funny thing, as soon as I signed the contract he vanished. And he *is* my son. But now that you say he's not, I can't remember why I thought he was...
Ugh. I need more of that tea. I'm going back to Dekan.
Re: Gy
I forgot there were a bunch of Gillians. What was the Gillian like that hired you? Did you get to talk to him at all before he disappeared?
If you go to Dekan, wait for me. It's been a while, and I hear the tea does interesting things to you.