one . video . id: the Outsider . Foward-dated to the 5th.

[crypdick]

[ It's Maurtia Falls on the 5th - the Outsider had come here specifically, when he'd heard rumours of what was happening.

He looks like a a young man with dark hair and dark clothes, the style a little unusual, but notably his eyes are pitch black. But maybe not that unusual for an imPort.

What is definitely odd is the dream-thing he's standing beside. It looks like a man in a hood and a strange mask, sword in hand, watching the Outsider. But there's no colour and a strange texture to him, like an old photograph. Then the monochrome man flickers, and changes into a younger woman, scarf pulled over her face, not quite standing in the same place or in the same pose. The dream-creation keeps doing this, flickering between the two.

The Outsider had only thought of hollows, possibilities, and a father/daughter pair he once knew, and this came into being. He waves a hand at the two-in-one assassin. ]

It seems as though reality is cracking.

What once existed only in our minds are appearing into existence in the world. They don't belong here, do they?

But then again, neither do we.

I wonder, what are the consequences of bringing into the world what doesn't belong? What will happen if this continues?

[ A police officer walking by has spotted the odd pair and very quickly the assassin(s) raises a wrist-bound crossbow and shoots the man with a sleep dart, causing him to collapse unconscious on the ground. Then the dream assassin disappears in thin air and reappears next to the cop, heaves the body over one shoulder and they both vanish.

The Outsider watches this impassively, letting the camera catch it all, before turning back to the screen. ]

Will reality keep slipping, degrading, breaking through the holes in the world and the holes of our minds? Or if there's some way to fix what's broken? Will one of you know the answer?

I don't. [ He sounds pleased to say that.

The assassin blinks back next to him, still flickering, watching him speak. The Outsider ignores them and pulls the comm closer so it's focused on him. ]

I think I'm going to enjoy it here.

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voice; un: ^Graff

[justlittle]

[ Bean doesn't have a reason for using his alternate Net profile today. Maybe he's feeling a little too raw from all the nightmares he's been having. And the fact that dreams are now apparently open for anyone to stumble into. Maybe he wants to put up walls around himself, keep what he can private and safe.

He uses a vocal manipulator to make his voice sound older, deeper, more electronic. He's too tired to type out what he wants to say, but there would be no point to the ^Graff profile if he sounded like a child. ]

This isn't the first time things have slipped through. But this is different. I don't think the Porter is behind this.

permavoice

[crypdick]

[ It takes him a little bit to figure out how to switch to voice. He's calm, sounding at the most mildly interested. ]

Now that's interesting. Do you believe you have a theory? Or are you willing to share some astute observations?

[justlittle]

My only theory is that there are a lot of people here, with a lot of abilities they have no Earthly basis to have. Anything that happens that one might consider "impossible," likely stems from interference of an imPort kind.

Video;

[lootsnshoots]

Heck if I know what to do about it, but it probably involves shootin' something. Or at least I hope so.

[crypdick]

[ He tilts his head slightly, and his tone is more amused than anything. For him, at least. ]

Something, or someone? Either way, it'd certainly be a show.

Is that how you normally confront your problems?

[lootsnshoots]

[He shrugs.]

Either. And sometimes explosions get the job done better.

video

[leatherboots]

Perhaps it would be more fun not to fix it at all.

[ Reality, that is. Or that's Rupert's opinion anyway. He pauses thoughtfully, considering what he'd just seen with the disappearing police officer. ]

That was a neat little trick.

[crypdick]

Are you enjoying this breakdown of reality? As an observer or a participant?

[ He doesn't outright acknowledge the comment about the "neat little trick", but there is a flicker on screen as within the blink of an eye, he's changed location, crouching, on a rooftop. After a moment, the assassin joins him. ]

If you wanted it to continue, would you be willing to defend it?

[leatherboots]

I am, actually. This is all damn good fun. I always found reality so very limiting.

[ His tone and his smile are flippant and airy; honestly, he's simply enjoying this discord for what it is. A moment of pure chaos. ]

Although I hardly think it needs defending - or rather, it certainly doesn't need my help. Good luck to anyone who's stupid enough to pit themselves against the power of chaos. I don't fancy their chances.

Video

[bodilesswarrior]

Please tell me that cop was also a construct. [Barbara has been dealing with her own nightmares made flesh, and this is the vision the Outsider receives.

The Joker is in her bedroom, carrying a bloody police badge in one hand and a singed, torn domino mask in the other. His cackle echoes unnaturally, and his form blurs at the edges. He smells like blood and cordite and ashes.

The badges warps in his hand, becoming a gun. "Long time no see, Babsy! Where should I am this time? Oooh, right through the glasses?"

He wasn't the only thing that came out of her dreams, though. Barbara raises her father's gun and shoots him through the head.

Her clothes are different now, and her hair is damp from a shower. She doesn't look like a woman who just shot someone; her focus is entirely in this moment, grimly concerned and on the edge of righteous anger.]

[crypdick]

Do you mean -- [ There's a flicker on screen and the Outsider is in a different place,sitting on the edge of a large dumpster where the Cop's unconscious body is lying in the trash. His chest rises and falls, his eyelids flicker. ] -- him? He is very real.

[ It doesn't seem to bother the Outsider, and it doesn't. He's more concerned with the vision he just had a glimpse of. So short! Such context he's missing! He can guess a few things - someone who hurt her, returned as a construct. The lack of remorse in her response - tantalizing little hints.

He doesn't ask about it directly, but. ]

Does that bother you, Babsy?

Voice Only - He's still figuring this thing out

[stlg13bomber]

So is this...not supposed to happen all the time?

voice;

[crypdick]

[ Oh it's this guy. Andrew Carter.

The Outsider hasn't been here very long, but he's observant - he read the network and eavesdropped on some conversations in this city. ]

The local people whisper as if these occurances were new. A fascinating development, don't you think?

video

[am_i_a_monster]

Bad things will happen.  Bad things always happen.   

Fixing what's broken?  The strange stuff will stop, either on its own or someone will stop it.  But we'll have to live with what happened.  People are going to have memories of their nightmares coming to life.   That's harder to fix. 

[She looks at him curiously]

You don't seem like you're having nightmares.  Are your good dreams about cop hunters?

[She means the assassin(s); she's assuming he's the one connected to the him/her/them.]

[crypdick]

You speak as one experienced with such matters. Time repeats itself in cycles, and time may make the memories fade. For some. For others, the damage to their minds may run as deep as any scar.

[ He walks around the assassin construct as it switches between the two, and when it is Corvo, the Outsider speaks ]

A father. A daughter. Both of whom I gave a gift. Friends from home.

video

[khajidont]

You know, it's pretty convenient when half of the jerks here out themselves as soon as they get here. What's your deal? Supervillain? General chaos mongerer? Just a guy who really hates cops?

[ He knows the cop has to be attended to - but he can make those calculations in the background. ]

Re: video

[crypdick]

I am the Outsider. But of course, that would hold no meaning for you, would it?

[ He tilts his head. ]

Am I to blame for the actions of a thought given life? Or is it the responsibility of whatever caused this?

permatext

[craftpunk]

If there's anything that we can draw on prior experience, it's likely something that will fade soon enough, lest the repercussions of our life here become too permanent.

Your friend has a cute trick, don't they?

Text;

[crypdick]

[ Small keyboards on a handheld device are new, and he writes slowly. How inconvenient. But he appreciates the mystery in text. ]

More is the pity. I would hope it would end in a more satisfying way, rather than a quiet return to normality.

As for my friends, it was a gift.

video;

[sweetbirthdaybaby]

[ It's philosophical nonsense but fuck if it doesn't grab her attention, dragging it kicking and screaming until she engages with the posts, sets up a response, her brain going on auto-pilot. It's been- a lot. The last few days. The last couple of months. Being here. Before being here-

– Nadia steps into the street and a cab hits her immediately, straight on, throwing her small body to the ground, eyes wide and unseeing, a smear of blood like cheap lipstick across her forehead — 

-when things were already breaking apart. This is more of the same. ]

How can you tell? How the fuck can you even tell what's real?

[crypdick]

I don't. But I see much. [ So much - so many things he has seen, he has just seen, that he keeps to himself. Tidbits of knowledge, squirreled away for future use. ] I have been watching since I have arrived and I'm very good at guessing.

I know that this - [ He gestures to the strange assassin, flickering between realities. ] is a fractured thing that shouldn't exist. I have seen similar things before. Cracks in the slab.

This is a sallow reflection, acting exactly as I would expect them to. But I liked them because they did not always act as I expected.

video

[psychophilia]

You only dream about hot people?

[crypdick]

I know of several works of literature putting forth that idea. Bawdy pamphlets, passed around in secret, hidden from the purtanical gazes of watchful overseers.

They are all wrong.

[Video]

[prophesiedone]

Don't throw a party or anything. [He hears that pleasure and it riles him. His dreams and his nightmares plague him at this point.]

[crypdick]

Parties are not what I'm known for.

But you're not in the mood, are you?