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To Director Piggot, URGENT
Notes for your interest:
Leviathan will attack Brockton Bay on May 15, 2011.
The Slaughterhouse Nine will arrive in the city shortly after.
Jack Slash has two powers. The first one you know. The second is to anticipate what a powered opponent is about to do. So his ideal opponent is an armoured, trained mundane soldier.
The Siberian is a projection created by William Manton. The projection cannot extend its immunity to Manton himself.
More to come.
Security.
PS: Please tell Ms Richter that I have information about the thief.
Notes for your interest:
Leviathan will attack Brockton Bay on May 15, 2011.
The Slaughterhouse Nine will arrive in the city shortly after.
Jack Slash has two powers. The first one you know. The second is to anticipate what a powered opponent is about to do. So his ideal opponent is an armoured, trained mundane soldier.
The Siberian is a projection created by William Manton. The projection cannot extend its immunity to Manton himself.
More to come.
Security.
PS: Please tell Ms Richter that I have information about the thief.
All will be revealed in good time, my dear Sherlock. Kindly cease braiding thy nether garments into a knot.
Naughty, naughty. Hacking the PRT computers. Shame on you.
Note that some or all of that may not even happen; I am taking steps, but it will be a while before we can see if my efforts are bearing fruit.
We will talk again, and soon, and all will become much more clear.
Signed, The Smartest Guy in the Room.
PS: Tell Brian to make sure that Alec learns to keep his guard up. He can't depend on his powers all the time.
PPS: He must not know about this. Seriously. For your sake as well as mine.
PPPS: There is no PPPPS.
mack0813 *New Message*: V funny. Pls take it down.
AllSeeingEye: Take what down?
mack0813: Security wiki entry. Srsly, if wrong ppl read that, I will be in shit.
AllSeeingEye: Shit, sorry. Didn't realise was so serious. Removing comment. Can't remove wiki page.
AllSeeingEye: Holy shit. How did you do that? Do you have an in with the mods?
mack0813: Tell u later. In meantime, pls do not do that again.
AllSeeingEye: … all right.
mack0813: Thx.
mack0813 has left private chat.
Tattletale:
Please investigate all references to a Thinker in Brockton Bay called Security. I want chapter and verse, soonest.
C
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AllSeeingEye *New Message*: Boss has me looking into u sry. Plz keep head down.
mack0813: Hey, where's my best girl?
GstringGirl: Mack, you're here!
mack0813: Said I would be, didn't I? (hugz)
GstringGirl: You did. And you're here. (hugs)
mack0813: It's good to see you again, Svetlana. So to speak.
GstringGirl: You too, Mack. You too.
mack0813: So, do you remember where we were up to? Or did you want to tell me how your day went?
GstringGirl: My day was boring. Can we just play the game?
mack0813: We can most definitely do that.
GstringGirl: Oh – how was your day?
mack0813: eh, nothing much happened. Work, sleep, eat, repeat as necessary.
GstringGirl: (smiles)
mack0813: So do you remember where we were in the game?
GstringGirl: Sort of. You'd just finished explaining about magic, and about the cute little dragons, and now Svetlana wants one.
mack0813: Svetlana as you, or Svetlana as the slave girl?
GstringGirl: Yes.
mack0813: hehehe good point
GstringGirl: So, what happenssss? (bounces in seat)
mack0813: well, you see, when last we left our valiant heroes ... whoops, sorry, wrong introduction. Our winsome slave maiden ...
GstringGirl: That's me!
mack0813: That, as you say, is you. Well, let me see, where were we?
GstringGirl: in the port city with all the strange people and the toothy seagulls and the cute little dragons.
mack0813: Right, right. Well, the port city, you eventually figure out, is called Kowsom. But you don't stay there long.
GstringGirl: Aww, i wanted to meet a dragon
mack0813: You spend one night in a dingy little hovel that apparently calls itself a tavern or an inn or something of the sort. The beds are narrow, the mattresses apparently stuffed with horsehair and rocks, and you have the feeling that you're sharing the bed with something.
GstringGirl: Not Janji, I hope.
mack0813: No, no, Janji is still feeling the effects of the voyage. In fact, he only had one helping at supper that night. And this is a man for whom a four-course meal barely counts as a light lunch. No, what you're sharing the bed with is more like ... bugs.
GstringGirl: ew ew ew bedbugs? Ive got bedbugs?
mack0813: Not just you. As it is, you don't seem that attractive to them, and you only get a few little nips. Everyone else seems to be scratching like mad when you see them the next morning.
GstringGirl: Even Janji?
mack0813: Especially Janji. It must be all the rich food they indulge in, while giving you only the bland stuff and the scraps.
GstringGirl: wow haha. thats awesome. so theyre all scratching like crazy ...
mack0813: ... while you're all like 'bugs? What bugs?'
GstringGirl: hahaha i love it serves them right
mack0813: So anyway, in the morning, you have a breakfast of stew. Janji has a fairly large helping, but you're not so sure about it, because you found some bones in yours, and they seem a little small to be rabbit. About the right size for a rat, you'd estimate.
GstringGirl: yeah, not having second helpings.
mack0813: Janji notices your lack of appetite and makes a joke about it, entirely forgetting about his own troubles over the last few days.
GstringGirl: I ignore him loftily.
mack0813: Probably the wisest course. Anyway, after breakfast, you all end up mounted on these strange beasts called 'horses'. Like camels, they have four legs and a saddle. Unlike camels, they don't kneel down so you can get up on them. And they smell weird.
GstringGirl: I've never seen a horse, so I don't know how they smell.
mack0813: With their noses, obviously ... Sorry, bad joke. I have no idea what a camel smells like either, but they'd smell different, and Svetlana prefers camels because that's what she's used to.
GstringGirl: haha so funny. Okay so Svetlana's on a horse. Does she think she can get away from Janji on this horse?
mack0813: Not really, sorry. Not only does Svetlana only have the vaguest idea of how this thing is steered and controlled, but they don't even give her reins. Her horse - a fairly docile specimen of the breed, as far as Svetlana can see - has a lead rein attaching it to the wagon.
GstringGirl: Wagon?
mack0813: yeah, as they don't have elephants for sale, Janji is riding in a wagon.
GstringGirl: hahahahahahahahahahahaha
GstringGirl: oh god oh god thats the funniest thing ever. Hes really riding in a wagon?
mack0813: He really is. With cushions, even.
GstringGirl: and the guards?
mack0813: All on horseback. They seem to know how to ride.
GstringGirl: ok, so we're riding through the forest now? with lots of trees? and trees are strange to me?
mack0813: Yes, you are, yes there are, and yes they are.
GstringGirl: Good. Because I'm pretending to be scared of the forest.
mack0813: … scared of the forest.
GstringGirl: yeah. Making like I'm terrified of it. The wind shifts in the trees, I'm looking around all worried. A branch creaks, I want to hide. That sort of thing.
mack0813: Sure, you can pull that off. You're from a culture where women are seen as barely human. Second class citizens at best. For a 'weak woman' to show fear where there is no real need to show fear, they believe that without hesitation. It bolsters their male egos.
GstringGirl: Good. I play it up. Make them think I don't even want to go into the forest to, uh, go to the bathroom.
mack0813: Okay … sure. I'm guessing you go behind the wagon or something.
GstringGirl: Sure, if they let me.
mack0813: Yeah, they let you.
GstringGirl: But what about the chain?
mack0813: The chain?
GstringGirl: yeah. Last time you told me that there was a slender chain around my wrist, attaching me to Janji.
mack0813: I did, didn't I. And that means that even when you're sleeping in the inn, they attached the clasp on the other end of the chain to the bed you were sleeping on. So … with the chain … the guard leads you around to the other side of the wagon, attaches the clasp to the wagon, then leaves you to do what you have to.
GstringGirl: You said it's a slender chain, right?
mack0813: Yeah, it's sort of symbolic, and also a measure of the contempt in which they hold you. A weak chain for a weak woman, that sort of thing.
GstringGirl: Excellent. And when I'm on the horse?
mack0813: It's attached to the horse's saddle.
GstringGirl: Does anyone watch me very closely while I'm on the horse?
mack0813: Not really; you're at the back, and more or less in the dust of the wagon.
GstringGirl: Okay, I'm going to try to find something to break or bend a chain link so I can get loose from it if I have to.
GstringGirl: Uh, I use an experience point.
mack0813: well, then, you're in luck. At the midday meal – which Janji participates enthusiastically in – you are given metal cutlery with which to eat.
GstringGirl: And allowed to keep it?
mack0813: Apparently so.
GstringGirl: Great. As soon as we're on the way again, I'm doing my best to pry open a link on the chain around my wrist.
mack0813: Using the knife and fork together, you manage to open a link a small way, so that if you have to, you can slip free of the chain altogether. However, this takes some little time, and any time anyone looks at you, you have to look like you're just sitting there on the horse.
GstringGirl: I complain about the horse.
mack0813: After a while, people stop paying attention to you.
GstringGirl: exactly.
mack0813: … which is just what you want. Nice one. Have an experience point.
GstringGirl: How did I get that one?
mack0813: By using in-game actions to get a result without specifying what it was first. Roleplaying, in other words.
GstringGirl: Oh cool. Well, anyway, Svetlana's going to be looking for a chance to make a break for it.
mack0813: You do realise that if she's on foot, the guards on horseback are going to be able to easily run her down.
GstringGirl: oh. Did not think about that.
mack0813: So, as the evening comes on, you figure you must be at least thirty mile out of Kowsom or more. For all you know, you're in the middle of nowhere. Forest all around …
GstringGirl: … which I'm acting more and more scared of all the time.
mack0813: And the guards are noticing and laughing about. One pulls a branch off a bush and prods you with it.
GstringGirl: I shriek and jump.
mack0813: everyone considers it a great joke.
GstringGirl: I tell them all they're being very mean and to stop it
mack0813: Janji, who's been laughing the loudest of all, has his personal tent erected. He makes a point of stating that you will be sleeping in there. With him. All night.
GstringGirl: He wants to do more than sleep, doesn't he?
mack0813: Well, yeah, the guards are all doing the nudge-nudge-wink-wink 'someone is getting some tonight' while they think you aren't looking. Some don't even care.
GstringGirl: Well that settles it.
mack0813: Settles what?
GstringGirl: Making a break for it now.
mack0813: Oh? Describe how you're making a break for it.
GstringGirl: First off I wait till the guards all have taken the saddles off their horses – they do that, don't they?
mack0813: They do indeed.
GstringGirl: then I ask very meekly to be allowed to go behind the wagon to attend to my personal business.
mack0813: Janji makes a very crude joke about how you don't need to put your pants back on when you're finished. All the guards laugh and make more comments.
GstringGirl: I blush and try to hide it, then ask again, even more meekly.
mack0813: One of the guards walks you behind the wagon. He attaches the clasp to the wagon, then stays.
GstringGirl: Stays?
mack0813: Yeah, he seems to think you need to give him a kiss before he'll go away.
GstringGirl: (sighs) I give him a quick peck on the cheek.
mack0813: He leaves you alone, with a comment that the next time you'd better be more forthcoming than that. He gestures at his groin, which you're not sure you understand, or want to.
GstringGirl: Both. Definitely both.
mack0813: And now he's out of sight. You're alone.
GstringGirl: Good. I slip the link, and try to sneak away.
mack0813: It might need a bit of luck. The guards are still fairly alert. Especially the one who asked for the kiss.
GstringGirl: I spend an experience point to get away without being seen.
mack0813: You do indeed. You tiptoe away, slip between the trees, and you're well into the forest before you hear the shout of alarm.
GstringGirl: I run.
mack0813: It's definitely getting dark. Shrubs and trees and fallen logs make it hard to run. And your shoes are hard to run in.
GstringGirl: I kick them off and run anyway.
mack0813: Well, you crash through the bushes, stub your toes, and in general make a fair racket. But that's okay, because they make a racket too. And they have to slow down to hear you, whereas you aren't slowing down for anyone.
GstringGirl: No, no I am not.
mack0813: Which is when you stumble into a clearing in the forest. Your clothing is a little torn, due to contact with shrubbery, but not enough to make you immodest. You're hungry tired, thirsty, scratched, lost, and you can hear pursuit gradually coming closer. Oh, and you smell like horses.
GstringGirl: This seems familiar …
mack0813: Why yes, yes it does. Svetlana the runaway slave girl pauses, weighing her options.
GstringGirl: What options do I have?
mack0813: You can hide and hope they go past. You can keep running and hope you outdistance or lose them. Or you can investigate that strange little rustling sound coming from under a bush.
GstringGirl: Rustling sound?
mack0813: Yes; as you look, a tiny form, no bigger than a kitten, tumbles out. It's … pick a colour.
GstringGirl: green
mack0813: It's covered in tiny iridescent green scales, and it has little tiny wings, and it looks up at you with huge soulful eyes and makes a cute little lost-baby-bird sound.
GstringGirl: ohmygod ohmygod is it a dragon?
mack0813: It does appear to be a dragon, yes
GstringGirl: Does it look lost or hurt?
mack0813: Actually, now that you come to mention it, it's holding one of its wings awkwardly.
GstringGirl: Oh my god, I go to my knees in front of it and hold out my hands to it.
mack0813: it eyes you hopefully and makes the baby-bird noise again
GstringGirl: I gather it up in my hands, careful of its wing.
mack0813: it snuggles into the warmth of your body.
GstringGirl: oh god too cute. What's wrong with its wing?
mack0813: One of the long bones seem to be broken. If you run with it, you may make the injury worse.
GstringGirl: Can I set it?
mack0813: You can try. But you'll have to splint it somehow. You know, tie it to something that'll immobilise it.
GstringGirl: I look for straight twigs on the ground.
mack0813: You don't see any strong enough to act as a splint.
GstringGirl: Wait – the knife. Is it long enough?
mack0813: Yes, yes it is.
GstringGirl: I want to set the bone and then cut bits of cloth from my sleeve to tie the knife to the bone as a splint. Can I do that?
mack0813: Sure. But you hear pursuit nearing all the time. You're not sure if you can get this done before they get here
GstringGirl: I don't care, I spend my last experience point so I can fix the wing. I don't care if they capture me so long as I can help him.
mack0813: Well, you crouch down under a bush and rip away some shreds of cloth from your sleeve, then you go about setting the bone. It isn't happy with the discomfort this involves, but it lets you do it anyway; once the bone is set and straight, it seems to understand that you did it for its benefit, and it settles down into your arms.
GstringGirl: aww poor little thing. I hold it gently and make sure it's comfortable.
mack0813: well, that's an experience point straight back for that.
GstringGirl: wow really?
mack0813: yeah, you spent it on something totally unselfish.
GstringGirl: I did didn't I?
mack0813: Yes you did. But now that last one you spent has run out, and you get the feeling that pursuit might be doubling back. Coming way too close.
GstringGirl: But now I can run with Esmerelda in my arms and she won't be hurt?
mack0813: Esmerelda?
GstringGirl: I like it as a name.
mack0813: Esmerelda it is. Yes, you can.
GstringGirl: I run on through the forest. It can't go on forever. I'm used to really small patches of trees, aren't I?
mack0813: Yes, you are. So you're running through the forest, and all of a sudden, you catch the scent of cooking meat.
GstringGirl: Not like that rat stew we had?
mack0813: No, this smells like real meat. Very tasty. Your mouth waters.
GstringGirl: I move on, trying to see where this smell is coming from.
mack0813: All of a sudden, you step out into a slightly larger clearing. There is a campfire in the middle of it, and a man sitting on the other side of the fire. As you step into the clearing, with Esmerelda in your arms, he rises to his feet, his hand going to the shortsword at his waist.
GstringGirl: Whoops. I say "Please help me, I am being chased."
mack0813: He says something in a language that you don't understand. You think it might be Mornish, or whatever the local barbaric tongue is called.
GstringGirl: Oh dear.
mack0813: … and I just saw the time. I need to get to bed soon. So I'll leave it there for the time being.
GstringGirl: oh no, really?
mack0813: Really, sorry.
GstringGirl: Oh okay. Its a good game, I'm enjoying it a lot.
mack0813: So am I. Play more next time?
GstringGirl: Oh god yes. Esmerelda sounds so cute. And I want to see what happens!!!!
mack0813: She is. And good thinking to use the knife as a splint.
GstringGirl: thx. And Mack …
mack0813: Yeah?
GstringGirl: Thank you for doing this game for me. I am enjoying myself so much. I really am. More than you can imagine.
mack0813: Hey. Friends is friends, right?
GstringGirl: Yes, friends is friends. (hug)
mack0813: gnight, Svetlana the brave and resourceful escaped slave girl (hugz)
GstringGirl: good night Mack (more hugs)
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