Cheral: Make contact.

-- intelligentOxymoron [IO] has begun prattling transcendentEmbezzler [TE] --
IO: Hello.
TE: hm? do i know you?
IO: Not likely.
TE: well, i'm having a bit of a weird day, so forgive me if i'm not quite as geared up for conversation.
IO: How so?
TE: currently in some alternate dimension, walking through some sort of spatial tunnel to... somewhere else. who knows where.
IO: Do you have tips on the "game's" entry process?
TE: oh, are you playing the same game as us?
IO: In a way.
TE: huh, i didn't realize there were other groups.
TE: well, the entry itself often seems hectic. in my case i had to fight a ghost in the rain, he almost killed me and i barely beat the timer.
TE: i had the ghost from before though, so your mileage may vary.
IO: Oh. I think it was your house I almost crashed into.
TE: i'm sorry?
IO: I fell from the moon and almost slammed into the side of a house before it disappeared.
IO: I think I saw you fighting the ghost on top of it.
TE: oh, weird. small world.
IO: Nobriel is a much larger world than mine. Its gravity is overbearing.
TE: it's a figure of speech. :p
IO: I see.
TE: so how did you get in contact with me anyway? or involved with sverb for that matter? did i leave some identifying information or a disc behind somehow?
IO: Oh, no. I found shelter in a house that turned out to belong to your friend Rennard.
IO: He's figuring out his own entry and has offered me to acquaint myself with his friends in the meantime. He offered me to come with... Considering the meteors, this is probably my best choice.
TE: gotcha. well, i'm coming up on my destination now.
TE: best of luck to both of you!
IO: Thanks.
IO: The adventurous one.
-- intelligentOxymoron [IO] has ceased prattling transcendentEmbezzler [TE] --
IO: Hello.
TE: hm? do i know you?
IO: Not likely.
TE: well, i'm having a bit of a weird day, so forgive me if i'm not quite as geared up for conversation.
IO: How so?
TE: currently in some alternate dimension, walking through some sort of spatial tunnel to... somewhere else. who knows where.
IO: Do you have tips on the "game's" entry process?
TE: oh, are you playing the same game as us?
IO: In a way.
TE: huh, i didn't realize there were other groups.
TE: well, the entry itself often seems hectic. in my case i had to fight a ghost in the rain, he almost killed me and i barely beat the timer.
TE: i had the ghost from before though, so your mileage may vary.
IO: Oh. I think it was your house I almost crashed into.
TE: i'm sorry?
IO: I fell from the moon and almost slammed into the side of a house before it disappeared.
IO: I think I saw you fighting the ghost on top of it.
TE: oh, weird. small world.
IO: Nobriel is a much larger world than mine. Its gravity is overbearing.
TE: it's a figure of speech. :p
IO: I see.
TE: so how did you get in contact with me anyway? or involved with sverb for that matter? did i leave some identifying information or a disc behind somehow?
IO: Oh, no. I found shelter in a house that turned out to belong to your friend Rennard.
IO: He's figuring out his own entry and has offered me to acquaint myself with his friends in the meantime. He offered me to come with... Considering the meteors, this is probably my best choice.
TE: gotcha. well, i'm coming up on my destination now.
TE: best of luck to both of you!
IO: Thanks.
IO: The adventurous one.
-- intelligentOxymoron [IO] has ceased prattling transcendentEmbezzler [TE] --
-- intelligentOxymoron [IO] has begun prattling evaluatedEntablature [EE] --
IO: Hello.
EE: Hello? Do I know this user, or is this some form of spam?
IO: You helped me while I was using Rennard's odd keyboard, I greatly appreciate it.
EE: You must be Cheral, then. Not sure how much my concerned bemusement can be counted as "help," but I appreciate the notion regardless.
EE: Do you have Permission to access his contacts?
IO: I did not earlier, but it was a pressing emergency.
IO: I have permission now, however.
IO: I apologize for the incoherent messages earlier.
EE: I suppose they confirm he got that weird Banshian keyboard after all.
IO: Yes.
IO: It was not easy to use.
EE: He's always had a preference for Novelty over convenience.
EE: Is there anything you can tell me about how the situation is unfolding over there?
IO: Probably nothing Rennard could have already told you.
IO: There are meteors, and he is attempting to play a reality altering game to save us from the destruction of this world.
EE: ...The "reality altering game" part is new.
EE: Cheral - You don't believe that idea, do you?
IO: The meteors are very much real and there do not seem to be any other quick ways out of here.
IO: This bizarre tale is my best chance of survival. So I suppose I have to believe it, yes.
EE: I Really don't know about this, but I cannot think of a reliable alternative either.
EE: It seems my only choice is to request that you two continue to keep me updated, please.
EE: I will look into the situation as much as I can from here and inform you of any developments.
IO: Sure.
IO: The pragmatic one.
-- intelligentOxymoron [IO] has ceased prattling evaluatedEntablature [EE] --
IO: Hello.
EE: Hello? Do I know this user, or is this some form of spam?
IO: You helped me while I was using Rennard's odd keyboard, I greatly appreciate it.
EE: You must be Cheral, then. Not sure how much my concerned bemusement can be counted as "help," but I appreciate the notion regardless.
EE: Do you have Permission to access his contacts?
IO: I did not earlier, but it was a pressing emergency.
IO: I have permission now, however.
IO: I apologize for the incoherent messages earlier.
EE: I suppose they confirm he got that weird Banshian keyboard after all.
IO: Yes.
IO: It was not easy to use.
EE: He's always had a preference for Novelty over convenience.
EE: Is there anything you can tell me about how the situation is unfolding over there?
IO: Probably nothing Rennard could have already told you.
IO: There are meteors, and he is attempting to play a reality altering game to save us from the destruction of this world.
EE: ...The "reality altering game" part is new.
EE: Cheral - You don't believe that idea, do you?
IO: The meteors are very much real and there do not seem to be any other quick ways out of here.
IO: This bizarre tale is my best chance of survival. So I suppose I have to believe it, yes.
EE: I Really don't know about this, but I cannot think of a reliable alternative either.
EE: It seems my only choice is to request that you two continue to keep me updated, please.
EE: I will look into the situation as much as I can from here and inform you of any developments.
IO: Sure.
IO: The pragmatic one.
-- intelligentOxymoron [IO] has ceased prattling evaluatedEntablature [EE] --
-- intelligentOxymoron [IO] has begun prattling intuitivelyEntranced [IE] --
IO: Hello.
IE: Uh
IE: ???????
IO: Sorry. I realize I should introduce myself better.
IE: No its not you
IE: Well i guess it IS you, but not for that
IE: How are you even messaging me right now
IO: Rennard allowed me to reference his contact list.
IE: Okay but, wait
IE: Are you just
IE: Is there really nothing special about how you are contacting me
IO: Perhaps there is a discrepancy between phones from Girin-2 and those of Nobriel?
IE: Well you see the weird thing is
IE: Im kind of offline
IO: Oh. Sorry if you had intended to remain invisible.
IE: No, not like that
IE: I literally have no reception here
IE: Regardless of how advanced your moon phone is, this shouldnt be possible, the lack of service is on MY end, what
IO: Peculiar.
IE: Who are you anyway
IO: Cheral Cassyz, everyday Girian adlet. I play the electronic keyboard.
IE: And is there anything paranormal about you
IO: Not as far as I know.
IE: I... dont understand how this is possible, then
IE: I still cant access the internet or get in touch with anyone else
IO: I am sorry to hear it.
IE: Hey, this mystery might have to be put on hold, i think someones coming from one of the other pathways here
IO: Very well.
IO: The dazed one.
-- intelligentOxymoron [IO] has ceased prattling intuitivelyEntranced [IE] --
IO: Hello.
IE: Uh
IE: ???????
IO: Sorry. I realize I should introduce myself better.
IE: No its not you
IE: Well i guess it IS you, but not for that
IE: How are you even messaging me right now
IO: Rennard allowed me to reference his contact list.
IE: Okay but, wait
IE: Are you just
IE: Is there really nothing special about how you are contacting me
IO: Perhaps there is a discrepancy between phones from Girin-2 and those of Nobriel?
IE: Well you see the weird thing is
IE: Im kind of offline
IO: Oh. Sorry if you had intended to remain invisible.
IE: No, not like that
IE: I literally have no reception here
IE: Regardless of how advanced your moon phone is, this shouldnt be possible, the lack of service is on MY end, what
IO: Peculiar.
IE: Who are you anyway
IO: Cheral Cassyz, everyday Girian adlet. I play the electronic keyboard.
IE: And is there anything paranormal about you
IO: Not as far as I know.
IE: I... dont understand how this is possible, then
IE: I still cant access the internet or get in touch with anyone else
IO: I am sorry to hear it.
IE: Hey, this mystery might have to be put on hold, i think someones coming from one of the other pathways here
IO: Very well.
IO: The dazed one.
-- intelligentOxymoron [IO] has ceased prattling intuitivelyEntranced [IE] --












