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mylittlejamjar2014-08-15 09:31 am
staff_e) wrote in mylittlejamjar2014-08-15 09:31 am
1st Contact
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[Groggily, Yata stirred from a sleep he couldn't really remember falling into. The last thing he did remember was... was heading back to his apartment after a long day of volunteer work at the city's newest park. He might have felt a little strange as he left the station, but he chalked that up to exhaustion and needing sleep; he faintly remember Kereellis mumbling something about 'not feeling' right too though...]
[Lifting his body from the ground, he looked through the veil of dark hair covering his eyes and observed his colorful surroundings. He'd honestly never seen a place so vibrant, everything from buildings to trees, even the sky possessing a downright saccharine quality. Even Yata himself felt something different about himself, but he couldn't place what exactly.]
[He briefly wondered if Numata had played some kind of bizarre and actually really good prank on him, if he'd eaten something funny, or maybe he had just been that tired from pulling weeds and cutting grass at the park and now he was seeing things? Or still dreaming, perhaps.]
[As he quietly pondered, he spotted something nearby on the ground that he almost missed among all the colors: a curious roll of parchment. Maybe it was a note or a hint about their surroundings?]
Look, Kereellis...
[(Semi-Accidental) Visual]
[The scroll appears to be blank, but there's a faint sound of two voices talking to each other, though what they're saying is hard to make out. There's a silence that seems to signify the end of the odd audio note, but suddenly a very strange looking green... thing appears on the scroll, illuminated by a sparkly mint-colored light.]
Hey, is this thing recording us? I can see myself on the page!
[The angle of the video shifts slightly downward, revealing that the green thing is attached(?) to the head of a pale green pony with a mop of a dark mane covering his eyes. Somehow, he can apparently still see because he's staring at the scroll curiously.]
It looks like parchment, but it's some kind of recording technology? And it's floating...
I think you're doing that, big guy. It didn't start floating till we messed with it.
The floating? But how?
I don't know, maybe it's actually me doing it. I'm all sparkly and shit, like a wizard.
[The puppet stretches out its hands in a 'ta da!' sort of pose.]
... I don't think wizards sparkle. I've never seen one sparkle, anyway.
And you've never seen a talking equine -- Mister Ed and the peanut butter slathered lies that surround him don't count -- but look at the page. That's you, man. This isn't the time to be using the argument of 'I've never seen it before' and deny my newfound wizardry.
[There's more silence while the green thing, which appears to be a puppet, ceases its flapping of the mouth and the pale green pony stares into the scroll with intense concentration. He begins to make silly faces at it, sticking his tongue out childishly, then puffing out his cheeks while following the slow movements of his head.]
Huh...
[Well, look at that. Yata is a pony. A suddenly very uncomfortable looking pony, now starting to reel back from the scroll. He tries to maintain a level-head though he's feeling close to freaking out because while he's been in some seriously weird situations before, none of them involved him being turned into an entirely different species!]
Ah... hm. Okay, so, since you're apparently a wizard... do... do you know what's happening? Do you know... where my hands are? ... is there a hand on my face?
[There's a pause as his panic starts to build.]
Kereellis. Are... are you on my face-hand?!
How in the hell do you get the idea that you have a HAND on your FACE?
YOU'RE USUALLY ON MY HAND AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S HAPPENING?
Hey, just take a deep breath and relax! Whatever's happening, you're safe and still in one piece, you got me with you, and-- and for the love of quasars, horses don't have hands on their FACES!
[Yata really wants to be reassured right now, but could they really compare whatever they knew about reality to this current strangeness? Where even were they? Maybe it was all just a really weird dream.
Remembering that they were being recorded by the scroll, he stares at it again helplessly as he tries to process what's going on and tries to muster up the words to ask for assistance. After a few seconds, the view of the scroll shifts to frame just the puppet.]
I'm guessing this thing transmits... or we have to mail it, or whatever. Anyway, whoever sees this, can you update us on what the buck is going on before this guy's mind bursts?
[He hated to admit that he had no idea what was happening himself, but -- wait, did he just say 'buck' instead of...? Oh man, it seems as if a moment of horror is also dawning on the puppet just before the video ends.]
[Groggily, Yata stirred from a sleep he couldn't really remember falling into. The last thing he did remember was... was heading back to his apartment after a long day of volunteer work at the city's newest park. He might have felt a little strange as he left the station, but he chalked that up to exhaustion and needing sleep; he faintly remember Kereellis mumbling something about 'not feeling' right too though...]
[Lifting his body from the ground, he looked through the veil of dark hair covering his eyes and observed his colorful surroundings. He'd honestly never seen a place so vibrant, everything from buildings to trees, even the sky possessing a downright saccharine quality. Even Yata himself felt something different about himself, but he couldn't place what exactly.]
[He briefly wondered if Numata had played some kind of bizarre and actually really good prank on him, if he'd eaten something funny, or maybe he had just been that tired from pulling weeds and cutting grass at the park and now he was seeing things? Or still dreaming, perhaps.]
[As he quietly pondered, he spotted something nearby on the ground that he almost missed among all the colors: a curious roll of parchment. Maybe it was a note or a hint about their surroundings?]
Look, Kereellis...
[(Semi-Accidental) Visual]
[The scroll appears to be blank, but there's a faint sound of two voices talking to each other, though what they're saying is hard to make out. There's a silence that seems to signify the end of the odd audio note, but suddenly a very strange looking green... thing appears on the scroll, illuminated by a sparkly mint-colored light.]
Hey, is this thing recording us? I can see myself on the page!
[The angle of the video shifts slightly downward, revealing that the green thing is attached(?) to the head of a pale green pony with a mop of a dark mane covering his eyes. Somehow, he can apparently still see because he's staring at the scroll curiously.]
It looks like parchment, but it's some kind of recording technology? And it's floating...
I think you're doing that, big guy. It didn't start floating till we messed with it.
The floating? But how?
I don't know, maybe it's actually me doing it. I'm all sparkly and shit, like a wizard.
[The puppet stretches out its hands in a 'ta da!' sort of pose.]
... I don't think wizards sparkle. I've never seen one sparkle, anyway.
And you've never seen a talking equine -- Mister Ed and the peanut butter slathered lies that surround him don't count -- but look at the page. That's you, man. This isn't the time to be using the argument of 'I've never seen it before' and deny my newfound wizardry.
[There's more silence while the green thing, which appears to be a puppet, ceases its flapping of the mouth and the pale green pony stares into the scroll with intense concentration. He begins to make silly faces at it, sticking his tongue out childishly, then puffing out his cheeks while following the slow movements of his head.]
Huh...
[Well, look at that. Yata is a pony. A suddenly very uncomfortable looking pony, now starting to reel back from the scroll. He tries to maintain a level-head though he's feeling close to freaking out because while he's been in some seriously weird situations before, none of them involved him being turned into an entirely different species!]
Ah... hm. Okay, so, since you're apparently a wizard... do... do you know what's happening? Do you know... where my hands are? ... is there a hand on my face?
[There's a pause as his panic starts to build.]
Kereellis. Are... are you on my face-hand?!
How in the hell do you get the idea that you have a HAND on your FACE?
YOU'RE USUALLY ON MY HAND AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT'S HAPPENING?
Hey, just take a deep breath and relax! Whatever's happening, you're safe and still in one piece, you got me with you, and-- and for the love of quasars, horses don't have hands on their FACES!
[Yata really wants to be reassured right now, but could they really compare whatever they knew about reality to this current strangeness? Where even were they? Maybe it was all just a really weird dream.
Remembering that they were being recorded by the scroll, he stares at it again helplessly as he tries to process what's going on and tries to muster up the words to ask for assistance. After a few seconds, the view of the scroll shifts to frame just the puppet.]
I'm guessing this thing transmits... or we have to mail it, or whatever. Anyway, whoever sees this, can you update us on what the buck is going on before this guy's mind bursts?
[He hated to admit that he had no idea what was happening himself, but -- wait, did he just say 'buck' instead of...? Oh man, it seems as if a moment of horror is also dawning on the puppet just before the video ends.]
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[While Yata tries to talk to her and get some answers, Kereellis decides it's better to try to explain themselves first.]
I have a name: Kereellis, and this is Yata. Since you seem to be having some cognitive stalling, I'll try to break this down for ya.
I'm an alien from beyond the Pleiades -- hey, how's it goin', nice to meet ya. My buddy Yata here is a channeler; he's also a loud snorer and can take forever in the bathroom. W-What?! Hey! Anyway, my brain mojo synced with his from many light years away -- a unit of distance, not time, mind you -- and that's how I'm here talking to you through this attractive bit of cloth.
[The puppet, illuminated by magical sparkles, flips some of its yellow yarn hair with its little hand.]
I'm also apparently a magical unicorn now.
[Yata adds that on oh so helpfully, since he's learned he's not some face-handed horse mutant. He figures magic plays into how he's able to manipulate the puppet without the need for a hand.]
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...Y-yes you...you are a unicorn now. This is Equestria...