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[destinedking.livejournal.com]

[There is a table, and it is round, because round tables are nice. Sitting around the table are three men. Well, one boy and two men? Either way, there are three males sitting around a table, waiting to talk to YOU]

[Arthur, sitting at one curve of this table stands up, addressing the Plane at large]

If I could have every one's attention. It seems we are stuck here for the forseeable future unless we can discover what choice was made. As I’m unaware of any progress in discovering this information, I’d like to propose that anyone who knows anything, no matter how insignificant it may seem, should come forward.

I know some of you are able to return home now, others have received pies [which is clearly as important as going home] - and still others seem to be suffering in incredibly bizarre ways.

[There’s also a redhead here who is just leaning back with his hands linked behind his hair.] And some people have been asked other choices, right? So you should tell us. If you’re lying about getting one, then it just looks more suspicious.

[And the third individual is, surprise, Nathan. He is playing with a pen, but he attempts to act like he has some measure of focus.] And, uhhh... don’t... don’t... ummmm... just, uh... [Nathan isn’t good at public speaking.] Actually, uh, you know. Whoever- whoever can, can, uh... go home. Fuck you.

[He looks over to Arthur and Luke.]

That is, um, all I have. To say.

[Arthur gives Nathan a look, raising an eyebrow, before sitting down]

Eloquently put. Moving along...

Simply put, our strength is in our numbers. If we work together we have a better chance of discovering who is responsible for our current situation.

[Luke ends up leaning across the table on his elbows, frowning.] And it’s not like anyone else is helping. Someone has to around here. So just start pulling it together already!


((ooc; purple=Arthur, red=Luke, green=Nathan. Threadhopping and things may ensue, and all the usual stuff of group posting hijinks.))

((ooc; also, since this is an info sharing post and all, feel free to treat it like a party post and tag around and things!))

Comments

[youidiots.livejournal.com]

[no luke you just didn't.

this is tear's face.

forever.]

[royallybitching.livejournal.com]

[TEAR THESE ARE THE FRIENDS LUKE HAS MADE.]

What?! Everyone wants me to do something so I am!

[newworldlover.livejournal.com]

[Idiot crew has no effect on Sirkka. She just smiles at all of them.]

I'd like to lend you my talents, then. My name is Sirkka. I was forced to make a choice, and it seems that everyone I speak to is compelled to tell the truth. Don't worry, I won't be asking you any serious questions. Although... if you are planning to harm the person who did this, I can't condone that for a number of reasons.

[royallybitching.livejournal.com]

Huh? No way, we're just trying to find out all this, all right? Everyone wants to get home and if everyone's just...I don't know, running around and not telling each other something, then we won't find out anything.

[After this amazing speech he blinks.] All right... I don't have anything really bad anyone. [Except his diary. no looking.]

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

I can't say harming anyone was ever a consideration. Have others indicated they had plans to do anything of that nature?

[onehundredbeers]

I'd only punch them. Like... once. Because this- this isn't cool. And, you know. Fuck them.

[promisedsomeone.livejournal.com]

[Asch is here to ruin the day.]

Good job. Now the person who's hiding knows to stay far away from all of you.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan stares blankly at Asch. He looks over at Luke. His arms are crossed and his expression is one of being not being amused.

He then leans over to whisper to LUKE, covering the side of his face/mouth to make sure Asch can't even see him whispering!!! But he can see Nathan give him a displeased and/or shifty sideglance.

Secrets with Luke.]

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

I would say the person hiding would be staying away from everyone. Anything less would defeat the purpose, unless they are incredibly stupid.

[he smiles the smile of a smug jerk] Hmm, now that I consider it, maybe you're the one [air quotes] "hiding." The intelligence does seem to match.

[boxtheotaku.livejournal.com]

[Oh wow serious things, oh oh it's about getting home-- and pies, what?]

So... excuse me, so that means that it was a choice that dragged us here!? And someone can go home...?

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

There was a man a day or so back who fell into the water around the bar and he returned home as usual. He seems to be able to move between this place and his home as he usually would, even though he claims he made no choice.

I know that others have made choices, and when we first found ourselves marooned here the two men who greeted us stated a choice was made. If we uncover who made this choice, our hope is we can return home again.

[onehundredbeers]

Uh, yeah, hellooooooooooo, that kid who said... stuff said that. That someone chose to have us stay here.

[oliverplus]

Hey, this is a good idea!

I've found out about...uh...four different choices people've gotten. [blinks] But I didn't know anybody could go home.

But I'd be happy to share what I've found out!

[ooc: I know what Luke's true self looks like, but if you could poke me in some fashion (PM, e-mail, etc.) about Arthur and Nathan, I'd appreciate it!]

[onehundredbeers]

So, uh, could you tell... us them. The choices. I'm- I'm going to write them down.

[royallybitching.livejournal.com]

[Luke nods, pretty satisfied their idea is working.]

All right, so what do you have?

[unto-death.livejournal.com]

Organizing seems like a reasonable decision. [He's not too sure of that third guy, and he already has a leader to follow back home, but there's no reason he can't help out whatever constitutes authority in this place.]

I arrived only recently, a little over a week ago, and was offered a choice mere days after my arrival.

[royallybitching.livejournal.com]

Wow, that's harsh. So what happened?

[grand-gaia.livejournal.com]

Uhm, I was asked to choose something a few days after we got here...

[onehundredbeers]

Okay. So, uh, what was it?

[lamb_of_gold]

I'm afraid my knowledge is limited. I know hallucinations are becoming commonplace, and I know an effective way to the bar, but little else.

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

An effective way to the bar would be very useful for morale alone I'm sure.

[bit_impossible]

[he pulls up a chair, sitting backwards in it] Hello boys! Heard you talking about choices and, well, to say I'm curious about it is an understatement. [especially after that cryptic appearance just as they were trapped there and that note left on the table of weapons]

Now! I'll tell you right now I had to make a choice, one between truth and lies, and I chose truth. Unfortunately, it means that anyone who speaks to me has to tell the truth. Sorry about that.

So, what have you all heard?

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

Is the truth really that unfortunate?

[bonnypiperlad]

[Jamie settles into a chair, pulling a face at Nathan's comment as he does so.]

Aye, well, I've seen one of the people who can go home, and I know some others who have made choices. If ye think that'll help, I'll tell ye about it.

[royallybitching.livejournal.com]

Yeah! It'll help a lot. Could you tell us about it? Uh, whatever you know?

[clinical]

[Jade claps his together. The ♥ing in his voice is practically audible.] Luke, Master Van would be so proud of you!

[youidiots.livejournal.com]

Please don't encourage him, Colonel Curtiss.

[buckingbronco.livejournal.com]

[Dino grins a little] Now this is a good idea. I'm not sure how much I can contribute yet though. About the only thing I've learned so far is that some of the monsters are a bit fire resistant.

[destinedking.livejournal.com]

Really? Which ones?

[rationalist.livejournal.com]

[Sherlock stands in front of them, hands in his coat pockets.]

Well. Nothing will escape your great minds.

[onehundredbeers]

[Nathan grins at Sherlock.]

Hey, thanks.

[The implied sarcasm, it escapes Nathan.]

[doctorsfanboy.livejournal.com]

[Damon keeps his distance from Nathan, standing at the opposite end of the table] As I've said, I haven't made any choices. But I think there may be a way to narrow down who made their choice first.

[onehundredbeers]

[Distance means nothing when your name is Nathan Explosion - you can run fast and leap gigantic distances in a single bound.

It means even less when Nathan is on a mission. A mission to punch your face in.

Nathan is out of his seat in a flash, and his expression has gone from nervous to I Am Going To Smash Your Face.

And now he has pulled off one of his awesome Nathan Explosion leaps to try to land behind you, Damon. You can't escape his fist this time.]

[bodilesswarrior.livejournal.com]

[considers them for a moment, and then] Do you think anyone wary about sharing information is more likely to do it in a situation like this?

[onehundredbeers]

Well, uh, if we don't do it, then... any information that would, um, be shared. Won't be. We could, we could all be missing bits and pieces cause no one is getting together.