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Gama screeches, Hal is no longer controlling which means that only Gama is getting hurt.
MALIS: DIRK STOP! YOU'RE HURTING THE WRONG PERSON!
Cyris realizes that Malis is right, and stops Dirk from using his powers, by pulling his hands away towards the sky.
CYRIS: Stop, Hal's gone for now.
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This was not the fraymotif he had in mind. He thoroughly expected Dirk to have some handle on his abilities, fraymotif-wise, but oh well. A solo motif would have to do.

This voided the weakened Hal code. It is so gone, it is unbelievable how gone it is. Au revoir, asshat.

Nate seems... dear god, does he EVER get exhausted from using his powers?
Regardless, the deed is done. The code is DEAD.

JR: !!! @CT, Glad to have been of use to you! AB and I leave copies of her routines pretty much everywhere. It's why she can find shit as fast as she can, she's pretty much everywhere.


AB: "A̬͇͖̞҉̼̳͂̀ͨ̀̕ͅn̘͏̴̴̸̛̝ͫ͛͂͜d̼̥͉͓͍̀ͧ̒̈́͝ g̴̛̘ͮ̓͟u̡͍̘̖̔͑ͯͤ̈̅ͨ͘͝͞ȃ̴͎̭̘̓̏̌ͨ̚͘͜r̡̯͙̉à̴̧̫̃n̸̞͏t̶̠͈͕͓͒̓́͟e̸̍̍͏̫̆͘͞͠ͅ҉̶̌ẽ͜d̯̩​̵̃͌ ṱͬ͝ö̶͉̦̹̘̟́̂ͨ̎͒̍͢ b̴͔͔͍̜̹̝̉̏̋͊͜͝͡ė̢̦͡ 93́.̴̸̩̥̩̭͋͞2̢̫̲̮̪̻͙́͋̅ͬ̅͠͞4̷̡̫͎͉̀̆́2̵̢̧̧̨̡͔̩̽ͥ̎̅͠0ͦ6̷͗͏ͯ̓̈́4͕̇ͣ͒͝5̙̹̖̲̀͐̚4͎̝͙ͧ͛͠​̵̴̸̛͙ͦ͢͡9̧̧̣͎͈̖͗ͫ̂͗ͬ̽7͐4͢7̢̤̦̗̏ͯ̂͆͜6̸̲̤͘͠2̤̫͏̛̩̫̽̐̀҉̃͂%҉͙̙͑̈͂͗ s̞͈ͮ̒̎ţ̸̛̫̤ͧ̓̉ͤ̅͊̕a̐̀҉̸͔ͮ̒͐ͮ̒͢b̴̦̪̜͉̦̖̃̓́͘͢͢͟l̛͙̉͘e̷̴̹̥̞͎̠̙ͬ́̈͐͌̕͝ ṭ̠̲̹̹͔͌̑ͬ̔͝͞i̛͈̺̍ͭ̌͡m̝ͧ̒͘é͉ l̸̢̯͇̳̫̋͊̋̏ố̢̮̤̟͚̗̮́ͮͨ̉͟͝o̗̮̝p̜͖͍͇̊͌̎ c̛̭͇͚ͦ͌̎̉͗̽ͨͩ̚͡o͓̓́ͮm̯̆̽͠҉p̩͇̂́͢l͕ͪͅ҉ͬ́i̯ą͕͌n̢̦͈̥͒̊ͭͩ͝t̿.̷̧̛̩̫̪͉͍̘ͧ̐͒ͥ͘͞ "
AB: Because I'm already in a lot of sessions, me being there doesn't make thing go differently.
AB: "A̴̧̟̱̫ͣ̂̚n̛̲̫͎̫ͧ̇͟d̢̠̬ͭ̿ͮ͊͛ y̞͕͏̨̺͓̏̅͏͜e̶̫̼̱ͫ͆ͯ͂͟͝a̬̯̬̙ͮ͆͜͝͝h̶̺̬̯͙ͫ̀ͯ̊͜͞ͅ.͓͉ͮ҉̸̧̩̩̇͜͠͞.̷͙̝̯͙͕̾̌́̌̕.̬҉̸I̹͏̝̪̃​̥̤̐̒͘ g̴̶̷̟̻͇͖ͨ̀͆̀ͮ̌́͠uḙͮ́s̸̨͚͎̦̰͚ͫ́͢s̢̡͎͉̻̖̈͗́͑͢ n̯o̓ w̶͓͓̲̘̿̚͝͝o̰̝̯̻͆́͠͞ŕ̶̸̹̹͈̲ͤ͋̓͟͜ŗ̨̰̱̫̋į͇̞͖̭͇͒ͧ́̅͆́͘͟͢é͕͒̀̕s ḁb̠̰̒͏͟ớ̡̩̣͜͞ũ̼͏̝̾̉ͧ͝t̥̼̻̳͒̀ͪ́ͯ͢͟ b̭̱ŗ̶̸̵̦ͫ̀́͢e̢̾ͤ́a̖̐́kì̠̩̹̃̓͒͟n̷̻͕̖̦̐ͣ͋͆͜͝g̰͝҉̖̀ ý̧̧̫̋̉̅o̵͎̻͂͢͢u̟͒̈́͒͋ͪ͠r̞ s̸͈͈̟͑͜é̐҉̶̝ͦͨ̕ŝ̶̛̗͉̟̫̐ͬ͆̄͐ͨ͘̚s͍̍̅ͣí̡̟̣̲̼̮̠͋̉̀o̸̢̠͙͍̔́̎̿̎̀̇̓͟͡n̷͎̪͖͇̋͆͌ͨ̋.̮̀̌​͖͉͖ F̴̳͖̮̒͑̈͠͏̻͙͙̿́u͉ç̷̨̝͖̼ͯ̀́́͡k̴̢͍̮̒͒͒ͧͅi̠͉͑̀̚ǹ͏g̢̨̨͙͙͍̑̆ͦ̾ͬ s̱u͛̐c̢̡̭͇͚̯̏͏ḱ̴̴̶̢͕́͋̀͟s҉̷̙͉̞̩̭̐̍̀,҉͔͕̏ͮ͆̾̋̾̍̍̆̕͡ b͔̭ͩ̑ͥ̓͜͝ͅͅ͏ͨuͪ͊ͣ͒ͧ͋ţ̷̵̶̫̗̯̩̝̯ͫ ì̷͈̲tͯ'͢ṣ͇̰̅͘͟ n̥͞͠ot̩̦̀ l̖̞̤̃̉͑ͯ̈́ͪͅik͏ͬ̓ͧe̶̶̮̻̔ͨ̌ͅ Ḭ̶̘̎ͥͨ̄ͬ̅͢'҉̵̛̜̩͓͎͋̽ͣ̉͒̄͞ͅm̴̰̲̊͌̕҉͌̕͢ ņ̘͓̋̈́́̕ò̷̫̐̇̒͆̀̚̕͘͢͢ţ̷̵̧̘͍͗̌͆̽̇ u̘ͧ̍͜sḕ̷̵̢̟͍̬̙̮̙̯d̵͎͔̀̈́͡ ţ̴ͥ̀̂o̺͈̹̯͑̍͘ i͝t̴͙̭̭͋̈̑̕.̛̤̠̮̱̣́̀̃̂̕͢͝҉̡"
AB: *sigh*. Getting really fucking sick of being glitched out.
AB: "And yeah...I guess no worries about breaking your session. Fucking sucks, but it's not like I'm not used to it."


JR: :/ Don't think I haven't forgotten that you broke your promise. I JUST finished fixing you, and you go and pull that stunt! You KNEW that those hacker killer AI things fucked you up just connecting to them, so you DRAG ONE OF YOUR BODIES THERE??? What were you THINKING!?


AB:H̡̨̝̝͍̳̣͇̮̐̑̀ͤ͆̕e̵̱͕̮ͧ̀́̔̋́͘͜͢͢y̼͔̳̟̘͇̞ͭ̈̏̔͢͜͞,̽ f̷̶̶̦̯͉̄̉͜u̷̷̦͍̯̫̫͕ͩ̏̄̒c̸̢͕͙̹ͦ́҉̴̢̡ͤͩ̈́͢k̿҉̸̴͉̗̮̺ͯͭͫͩ͂͋͡ y͜͏̩̟̃́͞ơu̵̡̬̯̓̕.̭̐̎ͧ Y̛̮̣̰ͭͧͬ҉̶̴̙͜oͨu̢̦ͥ͡҉ ẃ̩́ͧe̠͖ͪ͛͏̬͍͙̬̟̻́ͣ̒͟ŗ̵̢̟̻͖ͨ́ͨ͆́̕҉̨͞è̸̢̛͉͖̝͊͟ th̴̶̥̹͖̱̿̋̔̂̕͞ẽ̛̺̦͈̝ͪ͞ ơ̷͔͍͇̈́ͦͨ͜͡͡ṉ̸̶̛̓ͥ̏͐ͧ̓͌̈́͢͢è̵̴̺̪̿ͯ͜ ṱ͕͕o̝͏̸̫̺ͥ͡ t̛ȩ̻̜̟͙͇͆ͪͫ̕͜͜͜ļ̸̛̭̮̜̬̪̲̺̓̈́̀ͫ͢ľ͢ m̡̌͢e a̠ͧͨ͞bͫo̪̘ͬ̓u̦͚̟̻̓̾͘t҉̢̤̳͂͊̅ͧ̃ͯ͜͟͝ t̢̢̟͕̎̏͐̀҉̤̮͗ḩ̸̡̭̩͘͟͝͡e̵͗͌ͫͫ͠ A҉̖̤ͤ҉̹ủ̵̧͔̣̌͌ͅt̢̧͚̥̳͂ͦ̉̓ͤ͝o̝̘̺̼͆̒ͮ̀͜͞͝Re̛̤͕̣̦̭̅̀̂̚͝ş̴̬̖̦͚̝̬̳̀̇̓̕͜p̝͘ọ̧̄́ṉ̞͘​̮̘̦̃͗͆̔͠͝dę̯̊r,̸̲̩̞̩̫̇̉͘̚͟ w̖҉͏̶̧̩̾̒ͣ͂҉̪͠͠h̸͊ͦ́͢yͨ̍͘҉͏̨̤̏̃ͮ͗ d̸̗̊̕͞ì̷͙̕d̷̀ͮn͑̏҉̷̴ͪ͌'͈͇̰̠̱̚͞t̴̝̦͔̰̙̯̳͒͂́̀͘͟ y̵̵̢̭̮͒̓͛̀͏̠́͘o̵ͥ̇ͭ́̔͠͡u u̞͆͡͏̶̷̀͆͝s҉̘̕͜͏e yo̒ͬ̒̏̽u̧̖̤͍͖ͬ̽ͤ̕͞r͍̻̂ f̴̨̠̦͗ͫ̈́ͪ͞ǔ͎̬̹̆č̓҉͚k̷̴̫͠i̸̧̧̪̰͕̐̀̆͢͡ṉ̷̢ͩ͝g̵͐ M̝͕̠̉̐ͅì͓͉̲̰̓͑͏͔nd͓͡ p̸̧̨̛̛͔͖̅̎ͥ͆͑͑ͤ̕oͮ͜͟͝ͅw̴͉͓͐́ͭͫ̈́̀͢͞͠ë̹̺͚͎̖͕̳́́̕r̨͇̻̬̗͈̘̉̈s̷̞̘͢͝҉̡̫͐͜ t̸̡̧̨̧̡ͨ̍͋͑ơ͖̰͓͍̬̫͗̑͢ ș̬̻́̌̌ͦ̒͜͝͝͝͝ȩ̹͗ͯ̾͏̢̛̖̬ͬ̈͂̇͢e̟͚͉̱ͦ͟͠ w̴͎̪͇͕h̥ͨ̄ȁ̷̵̀͛̾̕t̵̺͎͉͚̼͑͐ͥ̌̓ t̵̷̡̛͇͇͉̫̽ͬ͋̆h̳̝ͭả̯̟̣̞̙̖́͞͝͞t̸̘̲͍ͭ̀̾͘ w̫̐ạ͑̽҉̡̨̛̝͔͙̱̐͊ͧ̄s g̡̗̺͆ͤ̂͝o̶̢̦͓̣ͦ̄̓̅ͭ͞ǹ̶̶̰̫̄̏͒̚nͧ̍͡ą̸͈̞̋͆̀͌͗̕̕͟ m̡̨̀ͧ͝͠a̸̵ͥ̊͜ǩ̢ͭ́ͯ͘̕͜ẽ͖̯̱̃ m͔̪͐̀̀̇̔́̎e͖͇ͬ̌̏͒̿͜ d̸̶̙̱͛͑ͧͫ̕o̙̦͌?͑ͭ҉̮̗͌ͭ̕͞ͅ"
RS: Hmm. It seems to me that she's got a thing for the shades. I was actually fucking joking when I suggested it.

RS: JR, why did you make that robot romance-capable? Why would ANYONE make a robot romance-capable?

RS: And please don't list that reason.

RS: She's supposed to be searching sessions, not trying to chase robo-dudes. On behalf of the Botagues and the Capacitorlets, I declare that there will be no weird robo-shit between Robot Romeo And Droid Juliet. Just. Seriously. Fuck that shit. Don't get us in trouble here because of your robo-hoeing or whatever.

AB: "F̸͉̯̲͎̘̣̻̦ͪ̏̇ͦ͢͠U̶͕̣͗̄͗C͙̀̒͐Ḵ̞̈́ͅ͏̡̧̛̃̉̓ͬ Y̨̢̩̮̲͖͇̗͊͊̃̏͢͞͡Ö̝͚́͢͏̸̛͙̜͉̱ͪ̾͢U,̼̠̀ͮ̉͟ R̴͕͔ͭͭ̅̿͜S,̴̧̙̥̯̺̍̿̌͂͘͢ Y͏͍͕̤̩ͦͭ̔͆̌͜͞OƯ͗'̶̶̧̘̙̼̬̓ͣ̏́̀͠͠R̨̖̭̻̝̭͚̀̍ͮ͗̕͜͠E͔̟ͬ̐̋͟͢͏̥̜ͭ͂̍ O͆Ǹ̖҉̠̭ͮ͆̀L̛̲̹̰͌ͧ̀̓ͪ̀͜͝Y̢̖̟͇͚̥ͭ̆̑͘͘̚͡ G҉̖͒͛́͠͞ͅ͏̟O͡Ņ̸͚̩̫̉̆̾͟N̡̦̩̩̮ͫͧͅẠ̜̦͓ͦ̀̓͢ F̝̏ͯ̕͜İ̧̲̠̤͕̠̎ͨ̍̿̉̓̕N̵̵̷̨̧̛̮͇̖͂D͢ B̝͉̟̦̤͎͚̉́́͑҉̡̜O̼̕R̶̷̶̤̙̳̈́͊ͩ͞͡͠I̵̶̕҉̏̓ͯṊ̷̵̅̆G̬̲̫͖̃͋̉̚ A̢̛̗̠͎̅͗̋̊͡͡͡S̵̺̊̽̅ͬ̕҉͚͠S̡̢̻ S͍̜̥̠͇̦ͥ̌ͅȨ͚̜̇ͮ͏̥S̴̛͓̯͈̦ͤ͂ͣͭ͜͝͡S̛̖̹̮̗ͮ̔͊I̧̛̤ͬ̐͒ͤ͡Ó͟N̵̨̛ͩ̒̇̄S̀͒ F̸̴̲͖̲̣͊̒ͯͫ̊͜͡͝O͢҉R̴̨̝̝͕͒̊͟͏̜̼̈̐́ T͖̫͍̠̲̓H͏̥͇̎̓È̡̟̫̱̚ N̘ͮE̸̯̣͉̭͉͇̓ͯͫ̕X̶̧̢̮̞̽͌͑̆ͤ͘͜͝͡T̡͇̟̳͆̊̀͟ F̷̸̱̮̎ͯ͢͡U̸͚͛̀ͫ̚͢͢͠C̼͋̔͘͏͈̖́͟K̶͑I͇̩̓̊҉̵̲̝ͫ̀͘N̡̢̖͓̼͔ͦ͟͡Ģ̯̖̀͆̎͂̀ Y̟̭̓̌̾͢͟E̡͕͍̍̀̑̈́A̢͘̕͟͞R̨̲̬ͦ̇͠͝ I҉̧̨̟͋͘҉̸̫͔́̃ͯ̔̕F̲̟̝̂҉̡ͤ̈ͭ҉̢̥͚͙͐ Y̷̼̭̔̓O̒U̧͏̴ D͏̷̦̳͂̚҉̧̛̪͗̀̈́ͪ͡O̶̟̰̬̰ͫ͘͜͝͡҉ͪͯ͘N̵̯̱̫͔͆̾̎ͥ͝҉͇̆'T̥͕͋̽̓̕͠͡ F̴̢̙͉̗͖̦̏̋̕U͍ͨ̆C̴̶̨̹͍̜͊ͩ̀ͤ̍K̟̪̾ͫ͆̋͜͞I̷̢̻͊̂ͫ̄̾̏̆̊͘͞Ň̷̬͘͘͝͡G͓̾̓͘ Q͈̗̇̔ͅȔ͚̰̥͚ͩ͌̈́͘̕I̡̬̦ͨ̍́̆҉T̨̛̜̰̣̒̒͟͞ I͘͟T̷̝̠̙̽͗.͔̜̥̓͝͝͡"


JR: Yeah, okay, that's enough of that. Stop teasing her, RS. You know she's obsessed with AutoResponders. I'm sure there's a completely rational reason for it, and we just don't get it because we aren't Robots.
JR: I mean, whenever she remembers to she's pretty much shittly roleplaying as one, right? All "It seems" and bullshit math percentages. She didn't do that 'till we ran into the first AutoResponder.


AB: It APPEARS that you have forgotten that I was built on a copy of your mind, oh mighty creator. I have JUST as many embarrassing stories of YOUR childhood as you do of mine.
AB: "S̭ͯo̸̸̡̝̖̎ͫ j̭u̷̲̣̥͓͔͓̭͘͞͡ŝ̮̦҉t͙,ͭ f̡̄ͤ͢͜͟u̴̹̍͗̀̈́̎͢c̶̸̣͌ͮk̴̵̴̭̦̘̾̀̋͒͘i̸̵͎͕̗͎͖͗̄ͬ̑̀̚͢͡n̡̯̭͘ģ̵̶̨̦͗͟͡ q͘͏̂̈͞u̴̴͓̚͏͏̼̀̚iͨt͉̳̘͒͠ i̱ͅ͏̢͖͓̑̂͌͞ţ̺͉̙͋́͘͝.̛̟͕͓̾͋͆̓͝͝͠ I̵̘ f̳͙̭͊̉ͫͧu͓͇̥ͬ͂́̌̓͝ć̟̀͢k̢̄ȩ̨̲̹̘̀ͦ͜d҉҉̸̐ͨ u̩҉̦̆ͧ͝p̞҉͇ͯ̀͠.̆ Y̵̠͇͇̏̽ͣ͘o̸̵̡̼̘͗ͩ͟ṷ̵̡̨̧̢̺͚͋͆ͮ̏͠ d̘̰̓̄̀͘͡o͏͕̑͘n̶̺̱̅̈́ͦ̕'ͩt̶ͭ h͓̲͉ͬͮ͐ͩ̾a̵̷ͫv̱̭̾͒̏̉͡e̵͎̬̔ ť̷̨̩͢҉͖͈̼͕̗̔̎̐̕ǫ̨̤̐ͧ̀ r͔͚u̢͚̻̖̹̿̄̇ͣ̕͘͜b̻̊͗ͤ͝ ş͔̱͈ͨ̚͟a̶̸̧͉͔̻̼̭̟ͤ͊ͩͪͣ͠l̠̈́̀̈̒ţ̺̝̘̲̤̳̀ͦ̀̀ͫ͘ i̶͚̫̠͝͝͏̸̛ͪ͝͞ͅn̜ͣ̄ͣ͐̋̅̐to̪͗̒ t̨̨̧̰̜̻̭́ͩ͂ͫ̋h̩ͧ̾͆è̶͔̹̯ͫ w̵̴̢̲͍̓̇̏͏͕̮̉̄͡o̷̧̻̘̪̤ͮ̔͝͡und̼͓.͙̤̦̯̖̪̈́̎ͨ̓̕"

JR: Right then. So. I guess let's focus up. What's going on over there? Are things handled? Are you gonna find formerly alpha John + Roxy?
JR: And...@RS, didn't you say ABJ was there? How come she didn't get hit with the bullshit virus?
CT: wait, so Jr is this waist of space?
CT:and what is this about you being all glitchey?
CT: something about a hacker killer AI?
CT: on one hand I would be honoured to help you with that or anything else for that matter,
CT: but at the same time, I feel under-qualified for helping you.
CT:even with my whole planet being a giant computer, with me having made an AI of my own, and hacked the ultimate reward away from my denizen without having to fight her, I still don't feel qualified to help you.

((Is this the real maker of the sburb session generator? If so, I really am a fan. I have looked at the code, and decided I have no chance of understanding it. Even if JavaScript is my best language. ))
((@Cealvan, they are the real JR. They ain't a fake, I can confirm. And if you look closely at our convo, you'll see various references to bugs and developments in the sim, ESPECIALLY the Incestuous Möbius Multi Reacharound Sessions, the weirdest thing we ever found that worked pretty much the way we described it here.))

RS: Okay, sorry, I changed my mind. You have my blessing to do whatever, not that you needed it. I think that once someone gets actual Lil Hal to run right, you two would probably get along. Also, Void is the aspect of secrets among other things, so there's nothing you could tell me about JR that I couldn't find out myself with enough time and concentration.

RS: And ABJ is fine because she's a simpler automaton. Not enough ram to work with. The virus literally exceeded system limitations to run on her. Might as well ask Windows 10 malware to run on a GameBoy Color.

RS: As for Roxy, we have around a half hour left before space and time smooth out in a way that lets us go there. John's logs are pretty straightforward so meeting him is gonna be after meeting the one we have no idea about.

RS: He might even be with her, who knows?


Nate definitely wants things to calm down, but at the same time, realizes this is impossible to achieve. Shit will just keep getting weirder and weirder. Thus is the way of Paradox Space. Just like the deeper he looks into the void, the weirder it gets. Like, what the fuck is up with those bubbles full of nothing but odd yet strangely adorable oliveblooded trolls? Nepaya Lapdog? Nepeda Layoff? Noodle Licker? What was it?

We all take a moment to internalize the fact that "Noodle Licker" is a valid troll name.
(( :) :) :) Yup, I'm the real jadedResearcher, creator of SBURBSim. Don't worry about not understanding the code, I literally stop understanding it mere minutes after writing it. Have you found the secret Developer FAQ, yet? That might clear up some shit, and I'm always available to talk about the code via tumblr/email/discord/this forum's PM service thing??? RS is one of my ideasWranglers, too, btw.


JR: Oh, sorry for not introducing myself :/ I'm the Waste of Mind. I'm from a buggy as shit older/newer version of SBURB with weird classes, compared to the sensible and moderate 12 classes "regular" SBURB has.

JR: The Waste of Space is this asshole I know who's fucked with a bunch of related sessions in a stupid and complicated way. Wastes pretty much are designed to fuck around with SBURB's coding, and he messed with the Frog code to make a particular session chain be all up in each other's business way too much.

JR: It made a bunch of mutated copies of sessions. So a large percentage of the people in this memo are remixed copies of each other. Dirk Strider and Dirk Egbert and ...*checks spreadsheet* (https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1...edit#gid=0 ) Yeah, shit, there's a Dirk Lalonde, too. Probably more. And the same but with "John"s and "Roxy"s and so on with all the different last names.

JR: And the other Waste, PROBABLY didn't mean to have the code end up summoning this Big Bad called Lord English (and a few others), but it did. It totally did.

JR: Oh, and, fuck, I think we established that anybody with the last name of "Harley" ends up prototyping a First Guardian which immediately causes their session to become fucked up. That's probably a hacker, too, but not the Waste of Space.

JR: And to keep AB from having to burn all of our retinas from trying to talk while glitching out, I'll answer for her. AB got fucked up a bit from some AI shenanigans at the actual meet up in the Afterlife (which I am not attending).

JR: @RS, cool, so we have exactly as much time remaining as it took for all that shit to go down. Cool cool cool. This is definitely not a problem. After all: WHAT ELSE CAN GO WRONG.
RS: Cool it, JR, shit is gonna be just fine. We have enough powerful people here to deal with most kinds of BS except Time Shenanigans. We totally need a time player for that.

RS: Hmm. So many dead Time players. Time is dead kids, that's for sure. A lot of them were apparently robots too. Maids.

RS: Hopefully we run across one along the way that's willing to help us out.

RS: Meanwhile, I'm gonna go chat with the others. The other people, not the Others. Important distinction. One of those is a group of beings in the Furthest Ring that will drive you insane.

RS: The other group has tentacles.


NATE sits down on whatever seating structure the most people were on, and dreams up a bottle of CHERRY PEPSI. Oh, cherry flavored soda. Whether Pepsi, Coke, or some other brand, it is heavenly to the tongue. He offers some to JANE if she's there, and if not her, then JAKE. If not JAKE, then DIRK, and if they aren't present just anyone. Whoever is there and can consume soda, I.E. not robots or code abstractions.
Dirk sits down heavily on the ground, breath coming in panting gasps.

DIRK: Alright.
DIRK: Cool.
DIRK: Not doing that again any time soon.
DIRK: We've got, what, half an hour left before we set off?
DIRK: I'll just sit here until then.
DIRK: That sounds good.
DIRK: Yeah.


Jane and Jake are fussing like true pros, so Dirk takes the offered Cherry Pepsi.

DIRK: Alright, give me a minute.
DIRK: Then I'll

LIL HAL JUNIOR: It seems that
DIRK: Mute.
DIRK: Then I'll deal with that.
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