It...seemed like a good idea at the time.

[splinterself]

[So after getting the "Where is this, who are you, what is going on?" out of his system, Dirk Strider was purposefully and boldly exploring Mac Anu and was...kind of bemused by the fact that the city wasn't done up in purple and black.

...just saying.

He had ended up at the harbor and there he paused in his wan- purposeful exploring, as...you know what's incredibly distracting? Actually only having one self (at least for the time being) that he was aware of. Also the clothes. Also the fact that he still had no idea what the hell was going on, and, more importantly, what was happening with Roxy.

There was a certain irony in him spacing out just as badly as he did when he had multiple selves to juggle, one which was lost on the guy as he was spacing out, brooding.]

...

[Yeah, this was getting him nowhere. (And shit, the lack of purple really was throwing him off.) That was when he shook his head slightly, turned to the nearest person, and said:]

Hey.

[So verbose.]

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[splinterself]

Yeah. It was a front for her world domination plans. Kinda like a proxy she used to get us to let down our guard before she made her move. Not a lot of people would suspect an empire built on brownie mixes and jello, right?

Gosh darn my fail.

[tank_sniper]

...Well, it does sound ridiculous.

Immortalized forever. I'll print off pictures and post it all across your campus.

[splinterself]

Exactly. The perfect plan. [Shrug.] But hey, what's done is done.

So tell me about your game...? Unless you want to hear more tales of the apocalypse.

Noooooo

[tank_sniper]

...It's just a game. A virtual reality shooter one.

It's not that important.

[Not here, at any rate.]

I'd continue but we already kinda covered that angle.

[splinterself]

Maybe not, but I'm kinda curious about it anyway.

[tank_sniper]

...

It's called Gun Gale Online. The setting is post-apocalyptic, on a dried out planet with the only civilization being on an old, crashed space ship. Players can build their characters by earning levels and putting points into whatever stat works best for their fighting style, since there are no classes. It mostly depends on what kind of gun you want to use.

[She pauses around that point. Do you really want to hear more about this, Dirk?]

[splinterself]

Sounds kinda familiar. I was getting set to join a game that was along similar lines. [Well, unless there's a sudden distraction like LOOK, A GRUNTY. Can they even roam about Mac Anu? Only played the original games.]

[tank_sniper]

Oh? And what was that going to be like?

[It's... pretty clear she's just asking for the sake of conversation, and not a conversation she's particularly invested in, either.

As for the city, there's a reasonable amount of places to check out, which makes her wonder a little why he's bothering to talk to her instead of looking around. Only grunties are in the guilds, though.]

[splinterself]

Some sort of end of the world apocalypse deal. Nothing too special.

[Dammit.]

So, I got a question. You know if anybody's found a way back yet?

[tank_sniper]

Someone told me no one's found a way to leave voluntarily, but that's it.

[splinterself]

...I kinda had a feeling that it wouldn't be that easy. [Figures.]

[tank_sniper]

Another person mentioned some sort of overarching plot, but I'm not sure if that's true or not. I haven't seen any signs of one, at least.

[Also she's not completely convinced he was entirely sane.]

I was going to wait until tomorrow, but.

[splinterself]

[He probably isn't.]

Really. You remember who this person was? I might have some questions for them too.

Darn youuuu

[tank_sniper]

He told me his name is Roy Greenhilt.