parodeity | WEEK ONE: SUNDAY AFTERNOON, ROOM 106

WEEK ONE: SUNDAY AFTERNOON, ROOM 106

[ dave dropped violet off a little earlier at the room, then went off to haul dirk back to 106, so when he steps back into the room - knocking and being let in, presumably - it's with. the oldest member of this little power rangers squad in tow.

he goes to sit on the couch next to violet, bumping his elbow into hers as a sort of "hey" and then leans forward to rest his elbows on his knees. there's like. that chair or whatever by the end table for dirk, clementine and emily are probably sitting on their respective beds?

anyway dave kind of eyes dirk (again. this will keep happening) before going: ]

Okay. Everyone but me can role reveal if we wanna get that out of the way so we can talk information and make a plan for the week based on, y'know, what we can do. Everyone but Dirk [ nods to ] knows what I am, anyway, and he can't know from my mouth 'till tomorrow so we can test a thing. Y'all can mention whatever, though...

[ LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS, to defeat...the HUNS. there is no particular tag order just do whatever and treat it like a trial you can threadjack i guess. ]

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So, anyway. Last week the Convict [ who shall remain nameless ] broke into the Storage Room, on the grounds it seemed like a safeish bet that might be useful. There were...lots of boxes, and, uh.

[ pause... ] Mannequins. Some kind of tentacle monster tripped the idiot, and hackin' at said tentacle did not do a whole lot. The boxes had some interestin' shit on lower levels, but not so much up top. Clothes and chemicals and stuff up there. The mannequins...moved around on their own, and there was a ghost, but I'm not sure that part matters.

[ the information: ] There were boxes of copies of the Yuggoth Gazette. They were all pretty old. The articles were skimmed as quick as possible, but not all of them were even complete. The basics, though? We were probably brought here by the HP Formula, which was made by a lady called Abigail Phillips. She won the Hopkins Award for science. She was supposed to be awarded the prize on July 1st for..."For her extraordinary leadership, inspiration, and advocacy to studying the dimensional possibilities of our future. Her exceptional contributions to mathematics in the HP Formula is the foundation of quantum physics."

[ continuing: ] The condemned buildings were almost certainly the work of an arsonist. He was caught, and they were supposed to be demolished in the spring, but these papers were old - so they either never were, or somethin' is up. One of them is probably a pet store, for the record.

[ and finally: ] We're in North Yuggoth right now. South Yuggoth has a forest, with a radio tower. The Phillips Foundation gave a grant to build it...so that might be useful, if we can ever get there, if only because Phillips is connected to it somehow.

[ ...oh, and: ] Also there were lots of pictures of like. People bein' happy and content back in whenever the fuck, around here. So that's...cool, I guess, but not immediately useful.

[ Clementine just. Sighs. ]

... None of that seems immediately useful. [ oh wait that's. kind of rude to his efforts though. ] --But I bet it will be, when we know more...?

[ she has to think for a bit, but. ]

What do you think the timeline is like, here? Like... Is something going to happen on July 1st? Is it before the demolition in spring right now? Or... Has it been a really long time since all that? Since we all got taken from different places, I don't even know when... This place is.

I don't get it. [ ugh. figuring this stuff out really is not her strong point. ]

I think it's useful to know this place was not...like it is now. Ems has some other shit that points towards that [ though dave will let the kid reveal it ] and all the Lovecraft references kind of back up the idea that shit's weird.

[ he is not bothered by her not finding it immediately useful, tbh. he just likes knowing more than he did at the start. ]

I think there's somethin' weird about the timeline. Like...also? Those photographs showed a Yuggoth where it wasn't always twilight. So, somethin' happened to change that. I'm wonderin' if we're in a pocket universe or something, but...

I don't see how that helps. My world wasn't always like it is now, either, but it's not going back and knowing that doesn't help anyone.

[ who's bitter ]

What's a... Pocket universe?

I think mostly figurin' out what happened might be important?

[ A SHRUG, it is his opinion mostly. ]

A pocket universe is like...I'm wonderin' if...somethin' went weird with time and space, and warped it. Which I guess is a weird theory, and not even a thing that is really provable at the moment, but it's just...odd. [ he is sorry he doesn't have further theories that are better backed up. ] Ems may be able to find out more immediately relevant shit than me.

[ well that's a whole lot of stuff she doesn't understand. like, how does knowing what happened help?? and... time and space warped... what.....

what..... ]

I... Guess.

We could've been dragged out of our dimension and into some scifi realm operating on different rules. Not to take the lead from Lovecraft too heavily, but if Abigail was messin' with things mankind was Not Meant To Know, she could've accidentally given the whole place over to the grasp of Elder Gods or whatever. Hana was given to something in the lake, and when I checked out the Dark Room today [Dirk why] the newspaper showed a description of the trial's events.

[Like the actual real horror in Lovecraft was always the overwhelming insignificance of humanity but he won't knock them on themes.

...Out loud.]

If we were moved into a pocket dimension operating under these kinds of rules, then in theory, we could move this place out.

[ dirk WHY ]

Was there a date on the newspaper?

May 28th, no year.

Cool. [ THEN, IN ANNOYANCE: ] Stop goin' in the Dark Room.

[ WHY ARE YOU THIS WAY asks the kid who. wants to break into a burnt building tomorrow. ]

It is the least dangerous thing I have on the schedule for this week.

[ annoyed look continues ]

Yeah, but you don't gotta add extra. [ #hypocrite ]

Says the dude unnecessarily addin' the buildin' burning onto his locked room agenda.

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So, we're at the end of May, maybe. If we assume the newspapers from the Storage Room are from the past, it doesn't matter really. But if they're current, it might? Sort of?

Even if not, who knows. There might be a surprise anniversary party on July 1st.

If I'm still alive then, I'll be sure to wear my best party dress.

[ /sarcasm. ]

"Something is up" is likely correct. Though... suggesting they never were demolished, which is obvious, but that almost makes me wonder how much we can trust the newspapers. I mean, we don't have much choice, but...

[ she's going to be annoyed if it's all manipulated bs is what she's saying. ]

I hope one day we can get to that radio tower, though who knows if a distress call would be useful or not.

[ pause ] Pictures of happy people is sort of odd. Maybe the papers and pictures belonged to someone?

They mostly seemed to be like...old things you'd box up. I couldn't see Abigail in any of the photographs, just like, the newspaper. The pictures were mostly relevant because, like. Happy? And also, day and night were separate concepts, not this always twilight bullshit.

No one in the pictures looked like anyone here, did they? Wow, I feel like it's been so long since we've had day and night.

No, I didn't recognize any of them. They were all wearin', like...old-timey clothes of the like. I dunno. About the era you'd expect from the hotel, really?

.. The motel seems old-timey to you?

...Well. More...old-timey than I'm used to? Not that I'm callin' you old-timey.

I hadn't suggested that. Do you think I'm old-timey?

[ she says probably sitting there in a vaguely cute 70s pastel button-up and slacks. asoue is timeless ok. timelessly 20s/40s/60s/has streaming television. also yes she is teasing him. ]

No! I didn't say that. [ violet let him Rest - god actually this reminds him of rose too. ] I mean, you're very modern. Just. The most modern. Could star in your own television series, about modernism.

[ he belatedly realized like half the room is old-timey, rip ]

I was mostly joking. I don't even know what your idea of modern is?

[ 2/5 is not half dave ]

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