GLITCH #1 ( intro )

[glitchier]

[ Wherever you were before, you're not there anymore. This incredibly creative and original premise is the start of your interdimensional journey, and you're starting here, in Sitihir—inside of a large Starbucks, to be precise.

Everyone inside the Starbucks today has been gifted with a nametag that reads as follows:

HELLO! My name is _______

But whatever is in that blank is most certainly not your name! Perhaps it's an obscure nickname, or something rude, or something flattering! Either way, you're not leaving this Starbucks until you've given your actual name to at least four other visitors, so have fun.

Once you've completed your task, a barista will hand you a welcoming letter:

Welcome to Sitihir! We apologize for the sudden glitch in the system but please take this opportunity to explore the vast world (worlds!) we have to offer you. Should you find it to your liking, you are welcome to stay for as long as you want. If you are itching to return to your home, there is a map on the back of this sheet that will guide you there. Thank you for visiting Sitihir, and may all of your travels be blessed! ~The Programmers

And so there is indeed a map to your character's home world's door on the back, free for them to return to at any time. ]

( OOC: OOC intro stuff is over here, and with this the game is officially open to all posting! contact any player for the password to glitchier if you want to use it to make glitch posts! have fun! )

Comments

[citykid]

Probably in a place right under our noses. They don't seem to want to keep us trapped in here forever.

[ this looked like one of the most welcoming otherworldly experiences they'd ever gotten themselves sucked into. things could always take a turn for the worse, but it seemed pretty benign so far. mixing and mingling in a coffee shop? alright. maybe the way out was just to go along with it. ]

The "key" could be more of a task than anything else.

CUE THAT BORING OBLIGATORY INVESTIGATION PERIOD WHERE YOU WANDER AROUND AND ASK NPCS SHIT

[epicfailure]

Aww... I was hoping we could, like, steal it or something. [Yosuke pouted, but judging by how his smile didn't fall very far, his whining was mostly for show.] You wanna ask around? We can meet back here in... [He looked at his wrist reflexively, only to remember he wasn't wearing a watch. It was with a sheepish grin that he pulled out his phone instead.] 1500 hours?

[Aka 15 minutes, but this sounded way cooler.]

[citykid]

[ Souji let out a chuckle. Yosuke always tried so hard to be cool that he came full circle and ended up sounding more like a dork than ever. but Souji wouldn't wish that foot-in-mouth syndrom away for the world—it got them into trouble sometimes, sure, but it was what made Yosuke himself. it was nice to hear it in person again. ]

Or we could flag each other down when we hear anything interesting. We should be able to see each other from across the room.

[ he scanned once more, this time for anyone standing alone who looked open for questioning, and he landed his sight on a few candidates. ] Let's go. [ with a decisive tone, he capped off the conversation and headed toward his side of the coffee shop. ]

[epicfailure]

[In the end, their confined space made for a much easier investigation. Both boys wordlessly fell into a pattern -- Yosuke taking one side of the shop, Souji fielding the other -- and began methodically asking questions to those who had the letters, and making a fair amount of introductions along the way.

Unfortunately, nobody appeared to know the nuances of why they were handed their letters, and the baristas' allegedly in charge weren't giving answers either. After speaking to every person he could, a defeated Yosuke waved to Souji across the room, beckoning him over.

Unbeknownst to him, both he and Souji had given their names to more than enough people. Their letters were being sealed into their envelops by the time the two friends rejoined.]

Please tell me you had better luck, dude.

[citykid]

[ He gave his head a small shake. ] I didn't fare as well as I'd hoped. No one seemed to know more than what the letters told them. [ Maybe they'd missed that one special person who seemed to know exactly the tidbit they needed to solve the mystery...

He felt someone tap him on the shoulder. Souji turned around to see a rather nondescript barista holding a letter out to each of them. With only a brief exchange, they each took their letter, ripped it open, and saw that it said nothing different from all the others. ]

It's strange that we're only getting ours now, isn't it?