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[strongeralone]

Information

[There's a pause before the feed continues, as if the person sending it pressed post too soon and is struggling with figuring out how to continue.]

jhb786hr Information is required. Machine that hauled us here, these missions, these weapons, or anything of relevance.
Insentient weapons; where can they be found.
How many have been brought here, how many none civilians.

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[Random keys are hit, supposedly by accident, before the feed is cut.]


[ooc: the numbers are a written unseparated representation of tap code. Normally they would be written like so - (1,4)(4,3)(4,2)(1,5)(3,5)(3,4)(4,2)(4,4). They read 'dsreport'.]

Comments

[implying]

Testy!

Well, let me see... I know I've got some information floating around here, but I can't quite remember it. Maybe seeing your face would jog my memory.

[strongeralone]

Fists are better at jogging memories, in my experience.

[implying]

Oh, I do hope you can't punch through a screen. That might make things a touch awkward.

[strongeralone]

Cough up the info or fuck off.

[implying]

You seem a difficult please. Perhaps this will do it: there may be a window to another world somewhere about here.

[strongeralone]

Where, what world, how is it powered?

[NOW you got his attention.]

[implying]

It isn't powered, it's simply a rip in the fabric of the worlds. It would lead to a city called Cittágazze.

[strongeralone]

What's there.

[implying]

Worlds, worlds, and more worlds. Not to mention a few very lovely people.

[strongeralone]

The city connects to all our worlds? Human people?

[implying]

Human people, yes, plus a few aliens, enhanced humans, demons, angels... it's quite the mix. Cittágazze connects to all worlds with holes in them, but they've quite an array of them.

The most important step to getting there is simply finding the window. I've had no luck there so far.

[strongeralone]

[Angels? No such thing. Demons - that's what worries him.]

Where have you looked.

[implying]

Everywhere I've been thus far.

[strongeralone]

And where is that.

[This person is seriously testing his patience.]

[implying]

[ well now these questions are just getting silly, is he supposed to list everywhere he's been in the last day? ]

Oh, the usual places! Bars, dark alleys, bedrooms...

[strongeralone]

[As a matter of fact yes, he'd appreciate that.]

Where have you learned of its existence?

[implying]

Until very recently, I was there.

[strongeralone]

You found it before? How?

[implying]

Completely by chance, I'm afraid. It's a subtle thing, and impossible to see unless you're at precisely the right angle.

Perhaps you glimpse the enormity of the search ahead of me?

[strongeralone]

Where was it the last time?

[implying]

[ he starts to answer, but pauses. which stretches out into a pretty decently sized pause! ]

I'm sorry, I'd rather not say. Security reasons, you understand!

[strongeralone]

[Well that makes him frown. Not...that...whoever's on the other side can see that. He pauses as well, trying to figure out where to take this.]

What can you say.

[implying]

It was in an alley, very out of the way. I've heard of these windows being discovered behind shelves in storage rooms, under stairwells, in remote forests...

I can say that I will be sure to contact you if I do find it.

[strongeralone]

Appreciate that.

When was the last time it was found?

[implying]

My original window was found and closed some five months ago, I believe. The one that I assume brought me here, well, that one was found only a day or so ago.

Do you have any experience with this kind of thing?