RE: Chiasmata: Not Your Grandpappy's Crystal Maze.
06-30-2017, 11:55 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-20-2017, 03:20 PM by K25fF.)
>Ash: Fill the depression with your trademark ooze
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Right. Puzzles.
ASH: "So, if I fill this, I think you should be able to-"
> Sam: Zap the thingie, admire lightbulb
![[Image: 3RBWjjC.png]](https://i.imgur.com/3RBWjjC.png)
SAM: "Simple."
ASH: "I guess there could be more puzzles, that are harder."
SAM: "Don't tempt fate."
~=>
![[Image: ZOB8FEV.png]](https://i.imgur.com/ZOB8FEV.png)
The puzzle, and then the whole table, fold up, twisting dizzyingly into something that doesn't make full sense.
It's hovering above the ground, but contains a hole that seems to disappear far further downwards than makes sense.
You are about to lean over it to take a better look, when Ash stops you, pulls you backwards.
ASH: "Don't you hear that?"
SAM: "Hear what?"
ASH: "That!"
You strain your ears for a moment, and then you hear it.
Scraping noises from the impossible hole. Drawing closer.
~=>
![[Image: tI4GclY.png]](https://i.imgur.com/tI4GclY.png)
SAM: "A robot?"
ASH: "What's it doing here, do you think? Here to attack us?"
SAM: "It's not moving, but be on your guard."
~=>
![[Image: cM4V0FU.png]](https://i.imgur.com/cM4V0FU.png)
The robot... thing clambers slowly out of the hole in the table.
It straightens up, the eye glyph on its head closing, then extending, neatly dividing its face in two.
SAM: "Uh. Hello?"
~=>
![[Image: 0d2zIaG.png]](https://i.imgur.com/0d2zIaG.png)
And then its eye/mouth opens.
You may, upon later reflection, remember shrieking a little.
SAM: "What the hell?"
ASH: "Ew."
???: "C. Chhhh."
ASH: "Uh."
???: "Chharming. Last time a hhhuman saw this. They. Screamed and. Tthhrew their lunch at it."
It speaks slowly, haltingly, speeding up as if it's barely got the hang of speech. It sounds like its speaking through a mouthful of soggy marbles, but it's intelligible.
???: "So. I call myself Archivist. This issn't my usual face, but you briefly saw the Archive wearing it. I... I think you could call me one of the builders of this place. The Location. If my wordsss held any weight, these days, I'd apologise for the inconvenience."
Right. Puzzles.
ASH: "So, if I fill this, I think you should be able to-"
> Sam: Zap the thingie, admire lightbulb
SAM: "Simple."
ASH: "I guess there could be more puzzles, that are harder."
SAM: "Don't tempt fate."
~=>
The puzzle, and then the whole table, fold up, twisting dizzyingly into something that doesn't make full sense.
It's hovering above the ground, but contains a hole that seems to disappear far further downwards than makes sense.
You are about to lean over it to take a better look, when Ash stops you, pulls you backwards.
ASH: "Don't you hear that?"
SAM: "Hear what?"
ASH: "That!"
You strain your ears for a moment, and then you hear it.
Scraping noises from the impossible hole. Drawing closer.
~=>
SAM: "A robot?"
(huh)
(i didnt expect this to come out here)
(i didnt expect this to come out here)
ASH: "What's it doing here, do you think? Here to attack us?"
(um)
(i still have access to the printer so i can make more of these)
(but id appreciate you not destroying this)
(i still have access to the printer so i can make more of these)
(but id appreciate you not destroying this)
SAM: "It's not moving, but be on your guard."
(oh wait youre not telepathic)
(im an idiot)
(gimme a sec)
(im an idiot)
(gimme a sec)
~=>
The robot... thing clambers slowly out of the hole in the table.
It straightens up, the eye glyph on its head closing, then extending, neatly dividing its face in two.
(this may be a bit alarming)
(i think)
(i think)
SAM: "Uh. Hello?"
~=>
And then its eye/mouth opens.
You may, upon later reflection, remember shrieking a little.
SAM: "What the hell?"
ASH: "Ew."
???: "C. Chhhh."
ASH: "Uh."
???: "Chharming. Last time a hhhuman saw this. They. Screamed and. Tthhrew their lunch at it."
It speaks slowly, haltingly, speeding up as if it's barely got the hang of speech. It sounds like its speaking through a mouthful of soggy marbles, but it's intelligible.
???: "So. I call myself Archivist. This issn't my usual face, but you briefly saw the Archive wearing it. I... I think you could call me one of the builders of this place. The Location. If my wordsss held any weight, these days, I'd apologise for the inconvenience."
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