[A cathedral in shades of black, white, and brown stands proudly above an otherwise homogenous suburb. The white grass growing throughout the area - charmingly wild, clustering together in sticky clumps - stretches higher along its walls and windows, then higher still, until it covers the apses at the back of the cathedral and joins the sheer curtains of cobweb that wrap around the town, shielding it from the watchful sky above. Wherever you are, it’s clear that this place is its heart.]
[The cathedral door stands ajar. It seems like whatever’s inside is open for business.]
~~~
Hello, reader!
Welcome to the Silver and Shadow, Moonlight and Bone TMA AU askblog! SSMB differs from Magnus Archives canon in various interesting ways:
~ The current Archivist is a woman.
~ Jonathan Sims “doesn’t use that name anymore.”
~ and more to be discovered!
For additional information, visit the SSMB hub here:
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
This blog is run by an adult, and has pretty much no boundaries - feel free to send any kind of RP asks, questions, DMs, or whatever you like! If we really have a problem with something, we’ll let you know.
By default, asks will be sent in roughly chronological order to a roughly season-5-equivalent time, post-Change, and answered when I’m not too busy with my domain. Different time periods may be requested but not necessarily honored. Although I may have already recieved messages in the past from guests in the future, I’m not telling you what they are. That would spoil the surprise, in addition to breaking causality or whatever.
As of right now, you may contact:
~ Jade Woodrow: Web avatar, she/her, friendly
That’s it for now. Though I have various friends and allies who will also be participating in this askblog, I figured it was best to start things off on a more subdued note. More personal, you know?
Now, some fun facts about each character:
Jade:
~ lives (lived? will have lived? whatever) in the USA (along with all the other main characters on this blog).
~ loves life
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Now, on the bookkeeping end of things, it’s important to note that this connection is hosted by @spacefighter413 . If you’d care to say a few words?
<hi! spacey here!>
<from a bookkeeping perspective, i’m around if anything comes up, and also in charge of this blog. from a lore perspective, i’m the one who will answer ooc questions and suchlike.>
<i’m also in charge of post tags: >
<all posts will be tagged with #tma oc rp , and the names or identifiers of any participating characters.>
<posts taking place in jade’s universe will be tagged #ssmb .>
<posts taking place outside jade’s universe will be tagged #through the cracks .>
<for ease of reading, completed interactions will be tagged #memories>
<occasionally, i’ll add additional commentary to the tags. helpful advice, requests for clarification, and suchlike.>
<posts tagged #web design are purely aesthetic.>
<one more thing - jade cannot canonically percieve the actual content of my responses. she knows that they exist - that i’m talking here - but cannot actually hear what i’m saying to you. she can, however, percieve (and shape!) description provided in [] brackets. do with that what you will!>
Excellent. Thank you.
Well then, it seems that’s about it. Until we meet again, reader! Take care!
[It suddenly becomes apparent that there is a person standing in the room.]
[It did not come into the room, it did not appear. It simply is - as though it had been standing there forever, and Edalynn only just noticed it.]
[The person does not move. As if as an afterthought, it speaks.]
“Hello.”
[Its voice is wind through leaves, the hum of a distant car, the creaking of an old building singing itself to sleep. Like its body; made up of things that, taken singly, would be perfectly normal in the room, but, when put together, become something more.]
“I am here to find information.”
- 🕰️, of @along-came-a
[she glanced at the person once, before looking back and fixing her gaze on them. She rubbed her good eye and adjusted her glasses
"Hello."
[She sat up straight and composed herself]
"Then you have come to the right place. I have lots of that."
“Both. Either.” [It does not move. Its shoulders are higher than they seemed to be, then lower again. It is not quite a shrug, though it gets the idea across. The figure is still smiling.]
[It suddenly becomes apparent that there is a person standing in the room.]
[It did not come into the room, it did not appear. It simply is - as though it had been standing there forever, and Edalynn only just noticed it.]
[The person does not move. As if as an afterthought, it speaks.]
“Hello.”
[Its voice is wind through leaves, the hum of a distant car, the creaking of an old building singing itself to sleep. Like its body; made up of things that, taken singly, would be perfectly normal in the room, but, when put together, become something more.]
“I am here to find information.”
- 🕰️, of @along-came-a
[she glanced at the person once, before looking back and fixing her gaze on them. She rubbed her good eye and adjusted her glasses
"Hello."
[She sat up straight and composed herself]
"Then you have come to the right place. I have lots of that."
[Jade leans against the wall, too caught up in texting someone to pay attention to her surroundings. She’s smiling down at the heavily-modified phone in her hands.]
[Jade doesn’t jump, exactly, at the man’s appearance - it’s more like a full-body flinch. She’s clearly startled, though she hides it quickly, turning towards the figure and smiling.]
“Ah, hello!”
[She turns the phone off and shoves it into a pocket of her frilled dress in a single quick motion, then curtseys gently, before leaning back against the large brown bricks of the wall.]
“I see we have our first guest! It’s a pleasure to meet you, um…” [She trails off expectantly.]
[Jade takes his hand and shakes it, giving no reaction other than a pleased hum and nod to its unusual texture.]
“A Distortion, then?” [She suddenly registers the door, still very much present, and winces slightly - how had she missed that?] “Yes, of course. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Micheal.”
[Jade repeats the name to herself a few more times in a barely-audible whisper, fixing it in her mind.]
“I don’t suppose you’d care for tea? Coffee?” [She gestures towards the central chapel at the back of the cathedral - its door is standing slightly ajar.] “I’ve been doing a bit of baking - domain logic makes everything so much easier, ingredient-wise.”
[She turns partway towards the back of the church, but waits for Micheal to move before proceeding. Meanwhile, she continues talking.]
“There’s a Distortion somewhere around here, I think, but you-“ [A quick gesture indicates “you the humanoid, not you the door”] “- look nothing like her, and she has no reason to leave England at this stage in the game. So… how are things in your universe? On good terms with the Archivist there?”
[He began to follow her. Since they were going somewhere, he would have to keep his form looking fairly human.]
"I do not eat or drink.. but tea sounds... nice."
[Once she turned back to him the door was gone. He gave her a what are you talking about look, but had a smug smile on his face.]
"Ive tried to kill him.. numerous times i- I think it could be considered a sport the way I did that. I do not think the archivist was very fond of me."
[Jade chuckles at the mention of attempted Archivist murder, though a flicker of confusion crosses her face at the mention of “him.”]
“Well, I hope you’re not after this one, too,” [she jokes, moving the conversation towards the chapel door.] “I understand she’s got enough on her plate at the moment. Not that I ever met her, but…” [She shrugs.] “Word gets around, I suppose. But there are probably more interesting things than failed murder attempts going on in your life - not that I mind talking about them, but, well, if you’re looking for tips and tricks, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong place.” [A self-deprecating shrug.]
[As the pair reaches it, the chapel door opens on a very un-chapel-like parlor, pale green walls and dark wood furnishings bathed in warm light. In the center of the room, an oval table is set for tea in an overly fancy style - from the lacy tablecloth and napkins to the elaborate full service spread across the table, the entire setting seems almost too perfect, like it’s meant for a cottagecore photoshoot instead of actual consumption. Everything from the fresh pot of tea to the tiered stand of raspberry crowns and fudge seems to have just been set up - quite possibly by the multitude of spiders busily scurrying off the table as the two avatars enter.]
“Thank you, darlings.” [Jade smiles at the assortment of spiders, waves Micheal toward a chair, and picks up a particularly large tarantula rearing up in “uppies!” pose before sweeping around the table to pick up the teapot.] “Milk? Sugar? Lemon?” [Each word is accompanied by a gesture towards the appropriate receptacle.]
[The tarantula climbs up to the curve of her neck, black fur over brown and white lace. She offers it a raspberry crown, and it takes it delicately with its forelimbs and nibbles at the jam.]
[He muttered as he watched the spiders scurry off. He sat down and folded his hands on his lap, his smilled never faltered. As he picked up a pastery and ate(?) It.]
"I havent had tea in a good long while. I would like some milk and sugar."
[he watched the spider and laughed a bit at its cuteness]
[Jade pours the tea with practiced motions, adding milk and sugar to Micheal’s cup and sugar and lemon to her own. She follows his gaze to the spider and grins - it is cute, isn’t it?Leaning back casually, she picks up her tea spoon and begins to stir the drink.]
“So…” [Jade leans forward, resting her elbow on the table and her head in her hand.] “How are things? Has the world ended yet, in your universe? How’s Homestuck doing?”
[Jade makes an interested noise, leaning in and smiling at the tea compliment. She notices the shifting of Micheal’s form and does not comment - but his chair continues to be just the right size and shape for his increasingly inhuman body.]
“Oh, no, that’s perfectly fine. It was probably a vain hope, anyway, that the desynchronized chronology of the multiverse would let me get my hands on the next Hiveswap act. Difficult for content creators to update their works from inside terror hellscapes.” [She laughs.]
[There’s a pause. Jade takes a sip of tea.]
“Oh- by the way, you’ve been mentioning an Archivist with he/him pronouns. Who… is that, exactly? I may have mentioned - ours is a woman. Or, was last time I checked, at any rate.”
[At the mention of “Jonathan Sims,” Jade pauses, then starts laughing.]
“Jonathan Si- is that what he’s called, then?”
[It takes her a while to stop laughing, but when she does, it’s as abrupt as a switch being flicked. She goes from a full-on laugh to an amused smile in a heartbeat.]
“I may have met him. Dark hair, perpetually irritated? That Jonathan?”
[Jade produces a hankerchief from somewhere and wipes her eyes. The tone of her voice suggests she’s about a hair away from starting to laugh again.]
“And he’s the Archivist? Oh no.”
[Grinning cheerfully, Jade takes a piece of fudge from the stand.]
“He’s somewhere around here - alive, even - but he doesn’t use that name anymore. But… it sounds like you’re most concerned with Gertrude Robinson. I’ve heard good things about her - which is to say, bad things for anyone who wants anything different.” [A tilt of her wrist indicates the room, the domain, the world.] “Anything like this.”
[The colors of the room start to shift while objects warped when she mentioned Gertrude. Micheal's smile never faltered, but it was easy to tell he was angry.]
"Gertrude Robinson is a monster of an avatar. If yours is alive..."
[He trailed off and laughed, it sounded terrible, it sounded more like a headache than before]
[Jade does not react to the shifting of the room, and continues as though she hasn’t noticed it at all, taking another sip from her (now subtly oblong) teacup.]
“Oh, no, I do believe she’s dead. I mean, it’s not like there’s any other way for her to stop being the Archivist, not after such a notable career…?”
[Something about the way the last sentence tilts up at the end seems to invite Micheal to provide evidence to the contrary. Not that she really believes Gertrude Robinson could still be alive, but just out of, well, professional curiosity - you understand.]
“Besides,” [she continues, now in a light and joking tone,] “given what I’ve heard of her history, if she hadn’t died, someone else would have killed her.”
“So… what’s your story? How’d she make such a mark on you?” [Jade leans forward, curious.]
[Jade leans in, eyes gleaming with interest. She takes a raspberry crown, and looks at it as if just now realizing that it’s shaped like a scalene triangle.]
[She closes her eyes and concentrates, just for a moment. The room does not move, not exactly, but everything is back to its usual shape and color - except for Micheal’s teacup and chair, which remain twisted. (They suit him better that way, anyway.)]
“How dreadful,” [she comments, but not with any real emotional investment.] “I’m afraid most of it would go over my head, though - I’ve never actually met the woman. Though I can definitely understand wanting to kill someone for what they’ve done to - you-“
[Her voice cuts off abruptly, confusion on her face, as if she’s lost track of her sentence in the middle of saying it.]
“Or can I?” [she asks herself quietly, just barely audible. There’s a hint of something in her voice.]
[He tilted his head at an odd angle when she trailed off. This woman was interesting.. he thought to himself. He shifted on the chair slightly and set his hands on his lap neatly]
"What was that?"
[He leaned in when she asked herself the muttered question and his smile widened just slightly]
[There’s the briefest pause before Jade laughs, self-deprecating, “oops, silly me.” The laugh is low and soft and too perfectly choreographed to be real.]
“Just- my mind playing tricks on me, you know? Or, well, I suppose you would know.” [Another smile as she gestures to Micheal’s cubical teacup.]
“Anyway,” [she continues, not stuttering, not quite, as the tarantula on her shoulder grooms a stray lock of her hair back into place] “your - Jonathan, Sims. He’s the Archivist over in your universe. Being played like an instrument there too, I’d imagine?”
"He is, though it is quite entertaining.. if i do say so myself."
[He chuckled lightly]
"Shall I bring up the lies you've been telling me, or shall I hold off for later?"
[He took a sip of his tea, though he never broke eye contact with jade. He had somewhat of a smug smile, like he saw all of this as nothing more than a game]
[Jade takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly. The worry fades out of her face like dew in sunlight, and she is calm again. She smiles, rueful and resigned - just as though they were playing a game, and she had just made some mistake, with no one to blame for it but herself.]
“It really is true, though,” [she protests amicably. There’s something different about her voice. It’s gone softer around the edges, less attatched, as though there’s a layer between it - between her - and the rest of the world.] “I had something in mind, I was sure, but then there was… no way to get there. None of the paths that seemed like they ought to have led there did. It disturbed me, it’s true, but if I were supposed to remember it, I would. So there’s no problem.”
[Her voice is confident again, though it still has that slight disconnect. She is telling the truth, or at least believes that she is. This does not mean she is telling the whole truth. But then again, it does not mean that she knows the whole truth, or wants the whole truth. She’s fine as she is.]
[She’s fine.]
[She pets the tarantula, and, as an afterthought, reaches across the table and passes it another raspberry crown.]
"well, now im curious, what were you thinking about?"
[he hummed as he carefully set down his teacup- teacube?]
"Of course, if you've forgotten i wouldnt push, curiosity killed the cat and all of that. Though I reckon theres more going on in here than I first perceived, so ill ask about that next."
“I really don’t remember. So, I’m afraid I can’t satisfy your voracious curiosity.”
[Her voice is still too detatched to carry the razor-edge of conviction, but it’s certain nonetheless.]
“As for ‘more going on,’ well, when is there not? The world ending doesn’t stop people from being people, for the most part.” [She shrugs, a lopsided motion that rustles the ruffles on her dress.]
[Jade tilts her head slightly, but stands up as well.]
“Of course. It’s been a pleasure getting to know you, Micheal.”
[She collects the teacups, both empty (were they empty before?), but fumbles the cube, dropping it. She does not catch it, not quite, but its fall changes abruptly into a sideways swing as it turns out to be attatched to one end of a string wrapped around her finger. With a slight wince, she recovers it, placing both dirty teacups and the tarantula on a side table.]
[he seemed to dissapear and reappear, looking over her shoulder as she catches the teacup with the string]
"What a fascinating trick you have there."
[He looked between the spider and the teacup for a moment, and as he stood there his hair began to curl and spiral. More than it had been before at least]
[Jade smiles cheerfully, but makes no move to continue the conversation.]
“Well, I wouldn’t want to delay you.” [She takes a step forwards, shifting the conversational zone a bit closer to the door. Coincidentally, she is now standing between Micheal and the side table.]
[Jade leans against the wall, too caught up in texting someone to pay attention to her surroundings. She’s smiling down at the heavily-modified phone in her hands.]
[Jade doesn’t jump, exactly, at the man’s appearance - it’s more like a full-body flinch. She’s clearly startled, though she hides it quickly, turning towards the figure and smiling.]
“Ah, hello!”
[She turns the phone off and shoves it into a pocket of her frilled dress in a single quick motion, then curtseys gently, before leaning back against the large brown bricks of the wall.]
“I see we have our first guest! It’s a pleasure to meet you, um…” [She trails off expectantly.]
[Jade takes his hand and shakes it, giving no reaction other than a pleased hum and nod to its unusual texture.]
“A Distortion, then?” [She suddenly registers the door, still very much present, and winces slightly - how had she missed that?] “Yes, of course. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Micheal.”
[Jade repeats the name to herself a few more times in a barely-audible whisper, fixing it in her mind.]
“I don’t suppose you’d care for tea? Coffee?” [She gestures towards the central chapel at the back of the cathedral - its door is standing slightly ajar.] “I’ve been doing a bit of baking - domain logic makes everything so much easier, ingredient-wise.”
[She turns partway towards the back of the church, but waits for Micheal to move before proceeding. Meanwhile, she continues talking.]
“There’s a Distortion somewhere around here, I think, but you-“ [A quick gesture indicates “you the humanoid, not you the door”] “- look nothing like her, and she has no reason to leave England at this stage in the game. So… how are things in your universe? On good terms with the Archivist there?”
[He began to follow her. Since they were going somewhere, he would have to keep his form looking fairly human.]
"I do not eat or drink.. but tea sounds... nice."
[Once she turned back to him the door was gone. He gave her a what are you talking about look, but had a smug smile on his face.]
"Ive tried to kill him.. numerous times i- I think it could be considered a sport the way I did that. I do not think the archivist was very fond of me."
[Jade chuckles at the mention of attempted Archivist murder, though a flicker of confusion crosses her face at the mention of “him.”]
“Well, I hope you’re not after this one, too,” [she jokes, moving the conversation towards the chapel door.] “I understand she’s got enough on her plate at the moment. Not that I ever met her, but…” [She shrugs.] “Word gets around, I suppose. But there are probably more interesting things than failed murder attempts going on in your life - not that I mind talking about them, but, well, if you’re looking for tips and tricks, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong place.” [A self-deprecating shrug.]
[As the pair reaches it, the chapel door opens on a very un-chapel-like parlor, pale green walls and dark wood furnishings bathed in warm light. In the center of the room, an oval table is set for tea in an overly fancy style - from the lacy tablecloth and napkins to the elaborate full service spread across the table, the entire setting seems almost too perfect, like it’s meant for a cottagecore photoshoot instead of actual consumption. Everything from the fresh pot of tea to the tiered stand of raspberry crowns and fudge seems to have just been set up - quite possibly by the multitude of spiders busily scurrying off the table as the two avatars enter.]
“Thank you, darlings.” [Jade smiles at the assortment of spiders, waves Micheal toward a chair, and picks up a particularly large tarantula rearing up in “uppies!” pose before sweeping around the table to pick up the teapot.] “Milk? Sugar? Lemon?” [Each word is accompanied by a gesture towards the appropriate receptacle.]
[The tarantula climbs up to the curve of her neck, black fur over brown and white lace. She offers it a raspberry crown, and it takes it delicately with its forelimbs and nibbles at the jam.]
[He muttered as he watched the spiders scurry off. He sat down and folded his hands on his lap, his smilled never faltered. As he picked up a pastery and ate(?) It.]
"I havent had tea in a good long while. I would like some milk and sugar."
[he watched the spider and laughed a bit at its cuteness]
[Jade pours the tea with practiced motions, adding milk and sugar to Micheal’s cup and sugar and lemon to her own. She follows his gaze to the spider and grins - it is cute, isn’t it?Leaning back casually, she picks up her tea spoon and begins to stir the drink.]
“So…” [Jade leans forward, resting her elbow on the table and her head in her hand.] “How are things? Has the world ended yet, in your universe? How’s Homestuck doing?”
[Jade makes an interested noise, leaning in and smiling at the tea compliment. She notices the shifting of Micheal’s form and does not comment - but his chair continues to be just the right size and shape for his increasingly inhuman body.]
“Oh, no, that’s perfectly fine. It was probably a vain hope, anyway, that the desynchronized chronology of the multiverse would let me get my hands on the next Hiveswap act. Difficult for content creators to update their works from inside terror hellscapes.” [She laughs.]
[There’s a pause. Jade takes a sip of tea.]
“Oh- by the way, you’ve been mentioning an Archivist with he/him pronouns. Who… is that, exactly? I may have mentioned - ours is a woman. Or, was last time I checked, at any rate.”
[At the mention of “Jonathan Sims,” Jade pauses, then starts laughing.]
“Jonathan Si- is that what he’s called, then?”
[It takes her a while to stop laughing, but when she does, it’s as abrupt as a switch being flicked. She goes from a full-on laugh to an amused smile in a heartbeat.]
“I may have met him. Dark hair, perpetually irritated? That Jonathan?”
[Jade produces a hankerchief from somewhere and wipes her eyes. The tone of her voice suggests she’s about a hair away from starting to laugh again.]
“And he’s the Archivist? Oh no.”
[Grinning cheerfully, Jade takes a piece of fudge from the stand.]
“He’s somewhere around here - alive, even - but he doesn’t use that name anymore. But… it sounds like you’re most concerned with Gertrude Robinson. I’ve heard good things about her - which is to say, bad things for anyone who wants anything different.” [A tilt of her wrist indicates the room, the domain, the world.] “Anything like this.”
[The colors of the room start to shift while objects warped when she mentioned Gertrude. Micheal's smile never faltered, but it was easy to tell he was angry.]
"Gertrude Robinson is a monster of an avatar. If yours is alive..."
[He trailed off and laughed, it sounded terrible, it sounded more like a headache than before]
[Jade does not react to the shifting of the room, and continues as though she hasn’t noticed it at all, taking another sip from her (now subtly oblong) teacup.]
“Oh, no, I do believe she’s dead. I mean, it’s not like there’s any other way for her to stop being the Archivist, not after such a notable career…?”
[Something about the way the last sentence tilts up at the end seems to invite Micheal to provide evidence to the contrary. Not that she really believes Gertrude Robinson could still be alive, but just out of, well, professional curiosity - you understand.]
“Besides,” [she continues, now in a light and joking tone,] “given what I’ve heard of her history, if she hadn’t died, someone else would have killed her.”
“So… what’s your story? How’d she make such a mark on you?” [Jade leans forward, curious.]
[Jade leans in, eyes gleaming with interest. She takes a raspberry crown, and looks at it as if just now realizing that it’s shaped like a scalene triangle.]
[She closes her eyes and concentrates, just for a moment. The room does not move, not exactly, but everything is back to its usual shape and color - except for Micheal’s teacup and chair, which remain twisted. (They suit him better that way, anyway.)]
“How dreadful,” [she comments, but not with any real emotional investment.] “I’m afraid most of it would go over my head, though - I’ve never actually met the woman. Though I can definitely understand wanting to kill someone for what they’ve done to - you-“
[Her voice cuts off abruptly, confusion on her face, as if she’s lost track of her sentence in the middle of saying it.]
“Or can I?” [she asks herself quietly, just barely audible. There’s a hint of something in her voice.]
[He tilted his head at an odd angle when she trailed off. This woman was interesting.. he thought to himself. He shifted on the chair slightly and set his hands on his lap neatly]
"What was that?"
[He leaned in when she asked herself the muttered question and his smile widened just slightly]
[There’s the briefest pause before Jade laughs, self-deprecating, “oops, silly me.” The laugh is low and soft and too perfectly choreographed to be real.]
“Just- my mind playing tricks on me, you know? Or, well, I suppose you would know.” [Another smile as she gestures to Micheal’s cubical teacup.]
“Anyway,” [she continues, not stuttering, not quite, as the tarantula on her shoulder grooms a stray lock of her hair back into place] “your - Jonathan, Sims. He’s the Archivist over in your universe. Being played like an instrument there too, I’d imagine?”
"He is, though it is quite entertaining.. if i do say so myself."
[He chuckled lightly]
"Shall I bring up the lies you've been telling me, or shall I hold off for later?"
[He took a sip of his tea, though he never broke eye contact with jade. He had somewhat of a smug smile, like he saw all of this as nothing more than a game]
[Jade takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly. The worry fades out of her face like dew in sunlight, and she is calm again. She smiles, rueful and resigned - just as though they were playing a game, and she had just made some mistake, with no one to blame for it but herself.]
“It really is true, though,” [she protests amicably. There’s something different about her voice. It’s gone softer around the edges, less attatched, as though there’s a layer between it - between her - and the rest of the world.] “I had something in mind, I was sure, but then there was… no way to get there. None of the paths that seemed like they ought to have led there did. It disturbed me, it’s true, but if I were supposed to remember it, I would. So there’s no problem.”
[Her voice is confident again, though it still has that slight disconnect. She is telling the truth, or at least believes that she is. This does not mean she is telling the whole truth. But then again, it does not mean that she knows the whole truth, or wants the whole truth. She’s fine as she is.]
[She’s fine.]
[She pets the tarantula, and, as an afterthought, reaches across the table and passes it another raspberry crown.]
"well, now im curious, what were you thinking about?"
[he hummed as he carefully set down his teacup- teacube?]
"Of course, if you've forgotten i wouldnt push, curiosity killed the cat and all of that. Though I reckon theres more going on in here than I first perceived, so ill ask about that next."
“I really don’t remember. So, I’m afraid I can’t satisfy your voracious curiosity.”
[Her voice is still too detatched to carry the razor-edge of conviction, but it’s certain nonetheless.]
“As for ‘more going on,’ well, when is there not? The world ending doesn’t stop people from being people, for the most part.” [She shrugs, a lopsided motion that rustles the ruffles on her dress.]
[Jade tilts her head slightly, but stands up as well.]
“Of course. It’s been a pleasure getting to know you, Micheal.”
[She collects the teacups, both empty (were they empty before?), but fumbles the cube, dropping it. She does not catch it, not quite, but its fall changes abruptly into a sideways swing as it turns out to be attatched to one end of a string wrapped around her finger. With a slight wince, she recovers it, placing both dirty teacups and the tarantula on a side table.]
[Jade leans against the wall, too caught up in texting someone to pay attention to her surroundings. She’s smiling down at the heavily-modified phone in her hands.]
[Jade doesn’t jump, exactly, at the man’s appearance - it’s more like a full-body flinch. She’s clearly startled, though she hides it quickly, turning towards the figure and smiling.]
“Ah, hello!”
[She turns the phone off and shoves it into a pocket of her frilled dress in a single quick motion, then curtseys gently, before leaning back against the large brown bricks of the wall.]
“I see we have our first guest! It’s a pleasure to meet you, um…” [She trails off expectantly.]
[Jade takes his hand and shakes it, giving no reaction other than a pleased hum and nod to its unusual texture.]
“A Distortion, then?” [She suddenly registers the door, still very much present, and winces slightly - how had she missed that?] “Yes, of course. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Micheal.”
[Jade repeats the name to herself a few more times in a barely-audible whisper, fixing it in her mind.]
“I don’t suppose you’d care for tea? Coffee?” [She gestures towards the central chapel at the back of the cathedral - its door is standing slightly ajar.] “I’ve been doing a bit of baking - domain logic makes everything so much easier, ingredient-wise.”
[She turns partway towards the back of the church, but waits for Micheal to move before proceeding. Meanwhile, she continues talking.]
“There’s a Distortion somewhere around here, I think, but you-“ [A quick gesture indicates “you the humanoid, not you the door”] “- look nothing like her, and she has no reason to leave England at this stage in the game. So… how are things in your universe? On good terms with the Archivist there?”
[He began to follow her. Since they were going somewhere, he would have to keep his form looking fairly human.]
"I do not eat or drink.. but tea sounds... nice."
[Once she turned back to him the door was gone. He gave her a what are you talking about look, but had a smug smile on his face.]
"Ive tried to kill him.. numerous times i- I think it could be considered a sport the way I did that. I do not think the archivist was very fond of me."
[Jade chuckles at the mention of attempted Archivist murder, though a flicker of confusion crosses her face at the mention of “him.”]
“Well, I hope you’re not after this one, too,” [she jokes, moving the conversation towards the chapel door.] “I understand she’s got enough on her plate at the moment. Not that I ever met her, but…” [She shrugs.] “Word gets around, I suppose. But there are probably more interesting things than failed murder attempts going on in your life - not that I mind talking about them, but, well, if you’re looking for tips and tricks, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong place.” [A self-deprecating shrug.]
[As the pair reaches it, the chapel door opens on a very un-chapel-like parlor, pale green walls and dark wood furnishings bathed in warm light. In the center of the room, an oval table is set for tea in an overly fancy style - from the lacy tablecloth and napkins to the elaborate full service spread across the table, the entire setting seems almost too perfect, like it’s meant for a cottagecore photoshoot instead of actual consumption. Everything from the fresh pot of tea to the tiered stand of raspberry crowns and fudge seems to have just been set up - quite possibly by the multitude of spiders busily scurrying off the table as the two avatars enter.]
“Thank you, darlings.” [Jade smiles at the assortment of spiders, waves Micheal toward a chair, and picks up a particularly large tarantula rearing up in “uppies!” pose before sweeping around the table to pick up the teapot.] “Milk? Sugar? Lemon?” [Each word is accompanied by a gesture towards the appropriate receptacle.]
[The tarantula climbs up to the curve of her neck, black fur over brown and white lace. She offers it a raspberry crown, and it takes it delicately with its forelimbs and nibbles at the jam.]
[He muttered as he watched the spiders scurry off. He sat down and folded his hands on his lap, his smilled never faltered. As he picked up a pastery and ate(?) It.]
"I havent had tea in a good long while. I would like some milk and sugar."
[he watched the spider and laughed a bit at its cuteness]
[Jade pours the tea with practiced motions, adding milk and sugar to Micheal’s cup and sugar and lemon to her own. She follows his gaze to the spider and grins - it is cute, isn’t it?Leaning back casually, she picks up her tea spoon and begins to stir the drink.]
“So…” [Jade leans forward, resting her elbow on the table and her head in her hand.] “How are things? Has the world ended yet, in your universe? How’s Homestuck doing?”
[Jade makes an interested noise, leaning in and smiling at the tea compliment. She notices the shifting of Micheal’s form and does not comment - but his chair continues to be just the right size and shape for his increasingly inhuman body.]
“Oh, no, that’s perfectly fine. It was probably a vain hope, anyway, that the desynchronized chronology of the multiverse would let me get my hands on the next Hiveswap act. Difficult for content creators to update their works from inside terror hellscapes.” [She laughs.]
[There’s a pause. Jade takes a sip of tea.]
“Oh- by the way, you’ve been mentioning an Archivist with he/him pronouns. Who… is that, exactly? I may have mentioned - ours is a woman. Or, was last time I checked, at any rate.”
[At the mention of “Jonathan Sims,” Jade pauses, then starts laughing.]
“Jonathan Si- is that what he’s called, then?”
[It takes her a while to stop laughing, but when she does, it’s as abrupt as a switch being flicked. She goes from a full-on laugh to an amused smile in a heartbeat.]
“I may have met him. Dark hair, perpetually irritated? That Jonathan?”
[Jade produces a hankerchief from somewhere and wipes her eyes. The tone of her voice suggests she’s about a hair away from starting to laugh again.]
“And he’s the Archivist? Oh no.”
[Grinning cheerfully, Jade takes a piece of fudge from the stand.]
“He’s somewhere around here - alive, even - but he doesn’t use that name anymore. But… it sounds like you’re most concerned with Gertrude Robinson. I’ve heard good things about her - which is to say, bad things for anyone who wants anything different.” [A tilt of her wrist indicates the room, the domain, the world.] “Anything like this.”
[The colors of the room start to shift while objects warped when she mentioned Gertrude. Micheal's smile never faltered, but it was easy to tell he was angry.]
"Gertrude Robinson is a monster of an avatar. If yours is alive..."
[He trailed off and laughed, it sounded terrible, it sounded more like a headache than before]
[Jade does not react to the shifting of the room, and continues as though she hasn’t noticed it at all, taking another sip from her (now subtly oblong) teacup.]
“Oh, no, I do believe she’s dead. I mean, it’s not like there’s any other way for her to stop being the Archivist, not after such a notable career…?”
[Something about the way the last sentence tilts up at the end seems to invite Micheal to provide evidence to the contrary. Not that she really believes Gertrude Robinson could still be alive, but just out of, well, professional curiosity - you understand.]
“Besides,” [she continues, now in a light and joking tone,] “given what I’ve heard of her history, if she hadn’t died, someone else would have killed her.”
“So… what’s your story? How’d she make such a mark on you?” [Jade leans forward, curious.]
[Jade leans in, eyes gleaming with interest. She takes a raspberry crown, and looks at it as if just now realizing that it’s shaped like a scalene triangle.]
[She closes her eyes and concentrates, just for a moment. The room does not move, not exactly, but everything is back to its usual shape and color - except for Micheal’s teacup and chair, which remain twisted. (They suit him better that way, anyway.)]
“How dreadful,” [she comments, but not with any real emotional investment.] “I’m afraid most of it would go over my head, though - I’ve never actually met the woman. Though I can definitely understand wanting to kill someone for what they’ve done to - you-“
[Her voice cuts off abruptly, confusion on her face, as if she’s lost track of her sentence in the middle of saying it.]
“Or can I?” [she asks herself quietly, just barely audible. There’s a hint of something in her voice.]
[He tilted his head at an odd angle when she trailed off. This woman was interesting.. he thought to himself. He shifted on the chair slightly and set his hands on his lap neatly]
"What was that?"
[He leaned in when she asked herself the muttered question and his smile widened just slightly]
[There’s the briefest pause before Jade laughs, self-deprecating, “oops, silly me.” The laugh is low and soft and too perfectly choreographed to be real.]
“Just- my mind playing tricks on me, you know? Or, well, I suppose you would know.” [Another smile as she gestures to Micheal’s cubical teacup.]
“Anyway,” [she continues, not stuttering, not quite, as the tarantula on her shoulder grooms a stray lock of her hair back into place] “your - Jonathan, Sims. He’s the Archivist over in your universe. Being played like an instrument there too, I’d imagine?”
"He is, though it is quite entertaining.. if i do say so myself."
[He chuckled lightly]
"Shall I bring up the lies you've been telling me, or shall I hold off for later?"
[He took a sip of his tea, though he never broke eye contact with jade. He had somewhat of a smug smile, like he saw all of this as nothing more than a game]
[Jade takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly. The worry fades out of her face like dew in sunlight, and she is calm again. She smiles, rueful and resigned - just as though they were playing a game, and she had just made some mistake, with no one to blame for it but herself.]
“It really is true, though,” [she protests amicably. There’s something different about her voice. It’s gone softer around the edges, less attatched, as though there’s a layer between it - between her - and the rest of the world.] “I had something in mind, I was sure, but then there was… no way to get there. None of the paths that seemed like they ought to have led there did. It disturbed me, it’s true, but if I were supposed to remember it, I would. So there’s no problem.”
[Her voice is confident again, though it still has that slight disconnect. She is telling the truth, or at least believes that she is. This does not mean she is telling the whole truth. But then again, it does not mean that she knows the whole truth, or wants the whole truth. She’s fine as she is.]
[She’s fine.]
[She pets the tarantula, and, as an afterthought, reaches across the table and passes it another raspberry crown.]
"well, now im curious, what were you thinking about?"
[he hummed as he carefully set down his teacup- teacube?]
"Of course, if you've forgotten i wouldnt push, curiosity killed the cat and all of that. Though I reckon theres more going on in here than I first perceived, so ill ask about that next."
“I really don’t remember. So, I’m afraid I can’t satisfy your voracious curiosity.”
[Her voice is still too detatched to carry the razor-edge of conviction, but it’s certain nonetheless.]
“As for ‘more going on,’ well, when is there not? The world ending doesn’t stop people from being people, for the most part.” [She shrugs, a lopsided motion that rustles the ruffles on her dress.]
[Jade leans against the wall, too caught up in texting someone to pay attention to her surroundings. She’s smiling down at the heavily-modified phone in her hands.]
[Jade doesn’t jump, exactly, at the man’s appearance - it’s more like a full-body flinch. She’s clearly startled, though she hides it quickly, turning towards the figure and smiling.]
“Ah, hello!”
[She turns the phone off and shoves it into a pocket of her frilled dress in a single quick motion, then curtseys gently, before leaning back against the large brown bricks of the wall.]
“I see we have our first guest! It’s a pleasure to meet you, um…” [She trails off expectantly.]
[Jade takes his hand and shakes it, giving no reaction other than a pleased hum and nod to its unusual texture.]
“A Distortion, then?” [She suddenly registers the door, still very much present, and winces slightly - how had she missed that?] “Yes, of course. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Micheal.”
[Jade repeats the name to herself a few more times in a barely-audible whisper, fixing it in her mind.]
“I don’t suppose you’d care for tea? Coffee?” [She gestures towards the central chapel at the back of the cathedral - its door is standing slightly ajar.] “I’ve been doing a bit of baking - domain logic makes everything so much easier, ingredient-wise.”
[She turns partway towards the back of the church, but waits for Micheal to move before proceeding. Meanwhile, she continues talking.]
“There’s a Distortion somewhere around here, I think, but you-“ [A quick gesture indicates “you the humanoid, not you the door”] “- look nothing like her, and she has no reason to leave England at this stage in the game. So… how are things in your universe? On good terms with the Archivist there?”
[He began to follow her. Since they were going somewhere, he would have to keep his form looking fairly human.]
"I do not eat or drink.. but tea sounds... nice."
[Once she turned back to him the door was gone. He gave her a what are you talking about look, but had a smug smile on his face.]
"Ive tried to kill him.. numerous times i- I think it could be considered a sport the way I did that. I do not think the archivist was very fond of me."
[Jade chuckles at the mention of attempted Archivist murder, though a flicker of confusion crosses her face at the mention of “him.”]
“Well, I hope you’re not after this one, too,” [she jokes, moving the conversation towards the chapel door.] “I understand she’s got enough on her plate at the moment. Not that I ever met her, but…” [She shrugs.] “Word gets around, I suppose. But there are probably more interesting things than failed murder attempts going on in your life - not that I mind talking about them, but, well, if you’re looking for tips and tricks, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong place.” [A self-deprecating shrug.]
[As the pair reaches it, the chapel door opens on a very un-chapel-like parlor, pale green walls and dark wood furnishings bathed in warm light. In the center of the room, an oval table is set for tea in an overly fancy style - from the lacy tablecloth and napkins to the elaborate full service spread across the table, the entire setting seems almost too perfect, like it’s meant for a cottagecore photoshoot instead of actual consumption. Everything from the fresh pot of tea to the tiered stand of raspberry crowns and fudge seems to have just been set up - quite possibly by the multitude of spiders busily scurrying off the table as the two avatars enter.]
“Thank you, darlings.” [Jade smiles at the assortment of spiders, waves Micheal toward a chair, and picks up a particularly large tarantula rearing up in “uppies!” pose before sweeping around the table to pick up the teapot.] “Milk? Sugar? Lemon?” [Each word is accompanied by a gesture towards the appropriate receptacle.]
[The tarantula climbs up to the curve of her neck, black fur over brown and white lace. She offers it a raspberry crown, and it takes it delicately with its forelimbs and nibbles at the jam.]
[He muttered as he watched the spiders scurry off. He sat down and folded his hands on his lap, his smilled never faltered. As he picked up a pastery and ate(?) It.]
"I havent had tea in a good long while. I would like some milk and sugar."
[he watched the spider and laughed a bit at its cuteness]
[Jade pours the tea with practiced motions, adding milk and sugar to Micheal’s cup and sugar and lemon to her own. She follows his gaze to the spider and grins - it is cute, isn’t it?Leaning back casually, she picks up her tea spoon and begins to stir the drink.]
“So…” [Jade leans forward, resting her elbow on the table and her head in her hand.] “How are things? Has the world ended yet, in your universe? How’s Homestuck doing?”
[Jade makes an interested noise, leaning in and smiling at the tea compliment. She notices the shifting of Micheal’s form and does not comment - but his chair continues to be just the right size and shape for his increasingly inhuman body.]
“Oh, no, that’s perfectly fine. It was probably a vain hope, anyway, that the desynchronized chronology of the multiverse would let me get my hands on the next Hiveswap act. Difficult for content creators to update their works from inside terror hellscapes.” [She laughs.]
[There’s a pause. Jade takes a sip of tea.]
“Oh- by the way, you’ve been mentioning an Archivist with he/him pronouns. Who… is that, exactly? I may have mentioned - ours is a woman. Or, was last time I checked, at any rate.”
[At the mention of “Jonathan Sims,” Jade pauses, then starts laughing.]
“Jonathan Si- is that what he’s called, then?”
[It takes her a while to stop laughing, but when she does, it’s as abrupt as a switch being flicked. She goes from a full-on laugh to an amused smile in a heartbeat.]
“I may have met him. Dark hair, perpetually irritated? That Jonathan?”
[Jade produces a hankerchief from somewhere and wipes her eyes. The tone of her voice suggests she’s about a hair away from starting to laugh again.]
“And he’s the Archivist? Oh no.”
[Grinning cheerfully, Jade takes a piece of fudge from the stand.]
“He’s somewhere around here - alive, even - but he doesn’t use that name anymore. But… it sounds like you’re most concerned with Gertrude Robinson. I’ve heard good things about her - which is to say, bad things for anyone who wants anything different.” [A tilt of her wrist indicates the room, the domain, the world.] “Anything like this.”
[The colors of the room start to shift while objects warped when she mentioned Gertrude. Micheal's smile never faltered, but it was easy to tell he was angry.]
"Gertrude Robinson is a monster of an avatar. If yours is alive..."
[He trailed off and laughed, it sounded terrible, it sounded more like a headache than before]
[Jade does not react to the shifting of the room, and continues as though she hasn’t noticed it at all, taking another sip from her (now subtly oblong) teacup.]
“Oh, no, I do believe she’s dead. I mean, it’s not like there’s any other way for her to stop being the Archivist, not after such a notable career…?”
[Something about the way the last sentence tilts up at the end seems to invite Micheal to provide evidence to the contrary. Not that she really believes Gertrude Robinson could still be alive, but just out of, well, professional curiosity - you understand.]
“Besides,” [she continues, now in a light and joking tone,] “given what I’ve heard of her history, if she hadn’t died, someone else would have killed her.”
“So… what’s your story? How’d she make such a mark on you?” [Jade leans forward, curious.]
[Jade leans in, eyes gleaming with interest. She takes a raspberry crown, and looks at it as if just now realizing that it’s shaped like a scalene triangle.]
[She closes her eyes and concentrates, just for a moment. The room does not move, not exactly, but everything is back to its usual shape and color - except for Micheal’s teacup and chair, which remain twisted. (They suit him better that way, anyway.)]
“How dreadful,” [she comments, but not with any real emotional investment.] “I’m afraid most of it would go over my head, though - I’ve never actually met the woman. Though I can definitely understand wanting to kill someone for what they’ve done to - you-“
[Her voice cuts off abruptly, confusion on her face, as if she’s lost track of her sentence in the middle of saying it.]
“Or can I?” [she asks herself quietly, just barely audible. There’s a hint of something in her voice.]
[He tilted his head at an odd angle when she trailed off. This woman was interesting.. he thought to himself. He shifted on the chair slightly and set his hands on his lap neatly]
"What was that?"
[He leaned in when she asked herself the muttered question and his smile widened just slightly]
[There’s the briefest pause before Jade laughs, self-deprecating, “oops, silly me.” The laugh is low and soft and too perfectly choreographed to be real.]
“Just- my mind playing tricks on me, you know? Or, well, I suppose you would know.” [Another smile as she gestures to Micheal’s cubical teacup.]
“Anyway,” [she continues, not stuttering, not quite, as the tarantula on her shoulder grooms a stray lock of her hair back into place] “your - Jonathan, Sims. He’s the Archivist over in your universe. Being played like an instrument there too, I’d imagine?”
"He is, though it is quite entertaining.. if i do say so myself."
[He chuckled lightly]
"Shall I bring up the lies you've been telling me, or shall I hold off for later?"
[He took a sip of his tea, though he never broke eye contact with jade. He had somewhat of a smug smile, like he saw all of this as nothing more than a game]
[Jade takes a deep breath, then lets it out slowly. The worry fades out of her face like dew in sunlight, and she is calm again. She smiles, rueful and resigned - just as though they were playing a game, and she had just made some mistake, with no one to blame for it but herself.]
“It really is true, though,” [she protests amicably. There’s something different about her voice. It’s gone softer around the edges, less attatched, as though there’s a layer between it - between her - and the rest of the world.] “I had something in mind, I was sure, but then there was… no way to get there. None of the paths that seemed like they ought to have led there did. It disturbed me, it’s true, but if I were supposed to remember it, I would. So there’s no problem.”
[Her voice is confident again, though it still has that slight disconnect. She is telling the truth, or at least believes that she is. This does not mean she is telling the whole truth. But then again, it does not mean that she knows the whole truth, or wants the whole truth. She’s fine as she is.]
[She’s fine.]
[She pets the tarantula, and, as an afterthought, reaches across the table and passes it another raspberry crown.]
[Jade leans against the wall, too caught up in texting someone to pay attention to her surroundings. She’s smiling down at the heavily-modified phone in her hands.]
[Jade doesn’t jump, exactly, at the man’s appearance - it’s more like a full-body flinch. She’s clearly startled, though she hides it quickly, turning towards the figure and smiling.]
“Ah, hello!”
[She turns the phone off and shoves it into a pocket of her frilled dress in a single quick motion, then curtseys gently, before leaning back against the large brown bricks of the wall.]
“I see we have our first guest! It’s a pleasure to meet you, um…” [She trails off expectantly.]
[Jade takes his hand and shakes it, giving no reaction other than a pleased hum and nod to its unusual texture.]
“A Distortion, then?” [She suddenly registers the door, still very much present, and winces slightly - how had she missed that?] “Yes, of course. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Micheal.”
[Jade repeats the name to herself a few more times in a barely-audible whisper, fixing it in her mind.]
“I don’t suppose you’d care for tea? Coffee?” [She gestures towards the central chapel at the back of the cathedral - its door is standing slightly ajar.] “I’ve been doing a bit of baking - domain logic makes everything so much easier, ingredient-wise.”
[She turns partway towards the back of the church, but waits for Micheal to move before proceeding. Meanwhile, she continues talking.]
“There’s a Distortion somewhere around here, I think, but you-“ [A quick gesture indicates “you the humanoid, not you the door”] “- look nothing like her, and she has no reason to leave England at this stage in the game. So… how are things in your universe? On good terms with the Archivist there?”
[He began to follow her. Since they were going somewhere, he would have to keep his form looking fairly human.]
"I do not eat or drink.. but tea sounds... nice."
[Once she turned back to him the door was gone. He gave her a what are you talking about look, but had a smug smile on his face.]
"Ive tried to kill him.. numerous times i- I think it could be considered a sport the way I did that. I do not think the archivist was very fond of me."
[Jade chuckles at the mention of attempted Archivist murder, though a flicker of confusion crosses her face at the mention of “him.”]
“Well, I hope you’re not after this one, too,” [she jokes, moving the conversation towards the chapel door.] “I understand she’s got enough on her plate at the moment. Not that I ever met her, but…” [She shrugs.] “Word gets around, I suppose. But there are probably more interesting things than failed murder attempts going on in your life - not that I mind talking about them, but, well, if you’re looking for tips and tricks, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong place.” [A self-deprecating shrug.]
[As the pair reaches it, the chapel door opens on a very un-chapel-like parlor, pale green walls and dark wood furnishings bathed in warm light. In the center of the room, an oval table is set for tea in an overly fancy style - from the lacy tablecloth and napkins to the elaborate full service spread across the table, the entire setting seems almost too perfect, like it’s meant for a cottagecore photoshoot instead of actual consumption. Everything from the fresh pot of tea to the tiered stand of raspberry crowns and fudge seems to have just been set up - quite possibly by the multitude of spiders busily scurrying off the table as the two avatars enter.]
“Thank you, darlings.” [Jade smiles at the assortment of spiders, waves Micheal toward a chair, and picks up a particularly large tarantula rearing up in “uppies!” pose before sweeping around the table to pick up the teapot.] “Milk? Sugar? Lemon?” [Each word is accompanied by a gesture towards the appropriate receptacle.]
[The tarantula climbs up to the curve of her neck, black fur over brown and white lace. She offers it a raspberry crown, and it takes it delicately with its forelimbs and nibbles at the jam.]
[He muttered as he watched the spiders scurry off. He sat down and folded his hands on his lap, his smilled never faltered. As he picked up a pastery and ate(?) It.]
"I havent had tea in a good long while. I would like some milk and sugar."
[he watched the spider and laughed a bit at its cuteness]
[Jade pours the tea with practiced motions, adding milk and sugar to Micheal’s cup and sugar and lemon to her own. She follows his gaze to the spider and grins - it is cute, isn’t it?Leaning back casually, she picks up her tea spoon and begins to stir the drink.]
“So…” [Jade leans forward, resting her elbow on the table and her head in her hand.] “How are things? Has the world ended yet, in your universe? How’s Homestuck doing?”
[Jade makes an interested noise, leaning in and smiling at the tea compliment. She notices the shifting of Micheal’s form and does not comment - but his chair continues to be just the right size and shape for his increasingly inhuman body.]
“Oh, no, that’s perfectly fine. It was probably a vain hope, anyway, that the desynchronized chronology of the multiverse would let me get my hands on the next Hiveswap act. Difficult for content creators to update their works from inside terror hellscapes.” [She laughs.]
[There’s a pause. Jade takes a sip of tea.]
“Oh- by the way, you’ve been mentioning an Archivist with he/him pronouns. Who… is that, exactly? I may have mentioned - ours is a woman. Or, was last time I checked, at any rate.”
[At the mention of “Jonathan Sims,” Jade pauses, then starts laughing.]
“Jonathan Si- is that what he’s called, then?”
[It takes her a while to stop laughing, but when she does, it’s as abrupt as a switch being flicked. She goes from a full-on laugh to an amused smile in a heartbeat.]
“I may have met him. Dark hair, perpetually irritated? That Jonathan?”
[Jade produces a hankerchief from somewhere and wipes her eyes. The tone of her voice suggests she’s about a hair away from starting to laugh again.]
“And he’s the Archivist? Oh no.”
[Grinning cheerfully, Jade takes a piece of fudge from the stand.]
“He’s somewhere around here - alive, even - but he doesn’t use that name anymore. But… it sounds like you’re most concerned with Gertrude Robinson. I’ve heard good things about her - which is to say, bad things for anyone who wants anything different.” [A tilt of her wrist indicates the room, the domain, the world.] “Anything like this.”
[The colors of the room start to shift while objects warped when she mentioned Gertrude. Micheal's smile never faltered, but it was easy to tell he was angry.]
"Gertrude Robinson is a monster of an avatar. If yours is alive..."
[He trailed off and laughed, it sounded terrible, it sounded more like a headache than before]
[Jade does not react to the shifting of the room, and continues as though she hasn’t noticed it at all, taking another sip from her (now subtly oblong) teacup.]
“Oh, no, I do believe she’s dead. I mean, it’s not like there’s any other way for her to stop being the Archivist, not after such a notable career…?”
[Something about the way the last sentence tilts up at the end seems to invite Micheal to provide evidence to the contrary. Not that she really believes Gertrude Robinson could still be alive, but just out of, well, professional curiosity - you understand.]
“Besides,” [she continues, now in a light and joking tone,] “given what I’ve heard of her history, if she hadn’t died, someone else would have killed her.”
“So… what’s your story? How’d she make such a mark on you?” [Jade leans forward, curious.]
[Jade leans in, eyes gleaming with interest. She takes a raspberry crown, and looks at it as if just now realizing that it’s shaped like a scalene triangle.]
[She closes her eyes and concentrates, just for a moment. The room does not move, not exactly, but everything is back to its usual shape and color - except for Micheal’s teacup and chair, which remain twisted. (They suit him better that way, anyway.)]
“How dreadful,” [she comments, but not with any real emotional investment.] “I’m afraid most of it would go over my head, though - I’ve never actually met the woman. Though I can definitely understand wanting to kill someone for what they’ve done to - you-“
[Her voice cuts off abruptly, confusion on her face, as if she’s lost track of her sentence in the middle of saying it.]
“Or can I?” [she asks herself quietly, just barely audible. There’s a hint of something in her voice.]
[He tilted his head at an odd angle when she trailed off. This woman was interesting.. he thought to himself. He shifted on the chair slightly and set his hands on his lap neatly]
"What was that?"
[He leaned in when she asked herself the muttered question and his smile widened just slightly]
[There’s the briefest pause before Jade laughs, self-deprecating, “oops, silly me.” The laugh is low and soft and too perfectly choreographed to be real.]
“Just- my mind playing tricks on me, you know? Or, well, I suppose you would know.” [Another smile as she gestures to Micheal’s cubical teacup.]
“Anyway,” [she continues, not stuttering, not quite, as the tarantula on her shoulder grooms a stray lock of her hair back into place] “your - Jonathan, Sims. He’s the Archivist over in your universe. Being played like an instrument there too, I’d imagine?”
[Jade leans against the wall, too caught up in texting someone to pay attention to her surroundings. She’s smiling down at the heavily-modified phone in her hands.]
[Jade doesn’t jump, exactly, at the man’s appearance - it’s more like a full-body flinch. She’s clearly startled, though she hides it quickly, turning towards the figure and smiling.]
“Ah, hello!”
[She turns the phone off and shoves it into a pocket of her frilled dress in a single quick motion, then curtseys gently, before leaning back against the large brown bricks of the wall.]
“I see we have our first guest! It’s a pleasure to meet you, um…” [She trails off expectantly.]
[Jade takes his hand and shakes it, giving no reaction other than a pleased hum and nod to its unusual texture.]
“A Distortion, then?” [She suddenly registers the door, still very much present, and winces slightly - how had she missed that?] “Yes, of course. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Micheal.”
[Jade repeats the name to herself a few more times in a barely-audible whisper, fixing it in her mind.]
“I don’t suppose you’d care for tea? Coffee?” [She gestures towards the central chapel at the back of the cathedral - its door is standing slightly ajar.] “I’ve been doing a bit of baking - domain logic makes everything so much easier, ingredient-wise.”
[She turns partway towards the back of the church, but waits for Micheal to move before proceeding. Meanwhile, she continues talking.]
“There’s a Distortion somewhere around here, I think, but you-“ [A quick gesture indicates “you the humanoid, not you the door”] “- look nothing like her, and she has no reason to leave England at this stage in the game. So… how are things in your universe? On good terms with the Archivist there?”
[He began to follow her. Since they were going somewhere, he would have to keep his form looking fairly human.]
"I do not eat or drink.. but tea sounds... nice."
[Once she turned back to him the door was gone. He gave her a what are you talking about look, but had a smug smile on his face.]
"Ive tried to kill him.. numerous times i- I think it could be considered a sport the way I did that. I do not think the archivist was very fond of me."
[Jade chuckles at the mention of attempted Archivist murder, though a flicker of confusion crosses her face at the mention of “him.”]
“Well, I hope you’re not after this one, too,” [she jokes, moving the conversation towards the chapel door.] “I understand she’s got enough on her plate at the moment. Not that I ever met her, but…” [She shrugs.] “Word gets around, I suppose. But there are probably more interesting things than failed murder attempts going on in your life - not that I mind talking about them, but, well, if you’re looking for tips and tricks, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong place.” [A self-deprecating shrug.]
[As the pair reaches it, the chapel door opens on a very un-chapel-like parlor, pale green walls and dark wood furnishings bathed in warm light. In the center of the room, an oval table is set for tea in an overly fancy style - from the lacy tablecloth and napkins to the elaborate full service spread across the table, the entire setting seems almost too perfect, like it’s meant for a cottagecore photoshoot instead of actual consumption. Everything from the fresh pot of tea to the tiered stand of raspberry crowns and fudge seems to have just been set up - quite possibly by the multitude of spiders busily scurrying off the table as the two avatars enter.]
“Thank you, darlings.” [Jade smiles at the assortment of spiders, waves Micheal toward a chair, and picks up a particularly large tarantula rearing up in “uppies!” pose before sweeping around the table to pick up the teapot.] “Milk? Sugar? Lemon?” [Each word is accompanied by a gesture towards the appropriate receptacle.]
[The tarantula climbs up to the curve of her neck, black fur over brown and white lace. She offers it a raspberry crown, and it takes it delicately with its forelimbs and nibbles at the jam.]
[He muttered as he watched the spiders scurry off. He sat down and folded his hands on his lap, his smilled never faltered. As he picked up a pastery and ate(?) It.]
"I havent had tea in a good long while. I would like some milk and sugar."
[he watched the spider and laughed a bit at its cuteness]
[Jade pours the tea with practiced motions, adding milk and sugar to Micheal’s cup and sugar and lemon to her own. She follows his gaze to the spider and grins - it is cute, isn’t it?Leaning back casually, she picks up her tea spoon and begins to stir the drink.]
“So…” [Jade leans forward, resting her elbow on the table and her head in her hand.] “How are things? Has the world ended yet, in your universe? How’s Homestuck doing?”
[Jade makes an interested noise, leaning in and smiling at the tea compliment. She notices the shifting of Micheal’s form and does not comment - but his chair continues to be just the right size and shape for his increasingly inhuman body.]
“Oh, no, that’s perfectly fine. It was probably a vain hope, anyway, that the desynchronized chronology of the multiverse would let me get my hands on the next Hiveswap act. Difficult for content creators to update their works from inside terror hellscapes.” [She laughs.]
[There’s a pause. Jade takes a sip of tea.]
“Oh- by the way, you’ve been mentioning an Archivist with he/him pronouns. Who… is that, exactly? I may have mentioned - ours is a woman. Or, was last time I checked, at any rate.”
[At the mention of “Jonathan Sims,” Jade pauses, then starts laughing.]
“Jonathan Si- is that what he’s called, then?”
[It takes her a while to stop laughing, but when she does, it’s as abrupt as a switch being flicked. She goes from a full-on laugh to an amused smile in a heartbeat.]
“I may have met him. Dark hair, perpetually irritated? That Jonathan?”
[Jade produces a hankerchief from somewhere and wipes her eyes. The tone of her voice suggests she’s about a hair away from starting to laugh again.]
“And he’s the Archivist? Oh no.”
[Grinning cheerfully, Jade takes a piece of fudge from the stand.]
“He’s somewhere around here - alive, even - but he doesn’t use that name anymore. But… it sounds like you’re most concerned with Gertrude Robinson. I’ve heard good things about her - which is to say, bad things for anyone who wants anything different.” [A tilt of her wrist indicates the room, the domain, the world.] “Anything like this.”
[The colors of the room start to shift while objects warped when she mentioned Gertrude. Micheal's smile never faltered, but it was easy to tell he was angry.]
"Gertrude Robinson is a monster of an avatar. If yours is alive..."
[He trailed off and laughed, it sounded terrible, it sounded more like a headache than before]
[Jade does not react to the shifting of the room, and continues as though she hasn’t noticed it at all, taking another sip from her (now subtly oblong) teacup.]
“Oh, no, I do believe she’s dead. I mean, it’s not like there’s any other way for her to stop being the Archivist, not after such a notable career…?”
[Something about the way the last sentence tilts up at the end seems to invite Micheal to provide evidence to the contrary. Not that she really believes Gertrude Robinson could still be alive, but just out of, well, professional curiosity - you understand.]
“Besides,” [she continues, now in a light and joking tone,] “given what I’ve heard of her history, if she hadn’t died, someone else would have killed her.”
“So… what’s your story? How’d she make such a mark on you?” [Jade leans forward, curious.]
[Jade leans in, eyes gleaming with interest. She takes a raspberry crown, and looks at it as if just now realizing that it’s shaped like a scalene triangle.]
[She closes her eyes and concentrates, just for a moment. The room does not move, not exactly, but everything is back to its usual shape and color - except for Micheal’s teacup and chair, which remain twisted. (They suit him better that way, anyway.)]
“How dreadful,” [she comments, but not with any real emotional investment.] “I’m afraid most of it would go over my head, though - I’ve never actually met the woman. Though I can definitely understand wanting to kill someone for what they’ve done to - you-“
[Her voice cuts off abruptly, confusion on her face, as if she’s lost track of her sentence in the middle of saying it.]
“Or can I?” [she asks herself quietly, just barely audible. There’s a hint of something in her voice.]
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[Jade leans against the wall, too caught up in texting someone to pay attention to her surroundings. She’s smiling down at the heavily-modified phone in her hands.]
[Jade doesn’t jump, exactly, at the man’s appearance - it’s more like a full-body flinch. She’s clearly startled, though she hides it quickly, turning towards the figure and smiling.]
“Ah, hello!”
[She turns the phone off and shoves it into a pocket of her frilled dress in a single quick motion, then curtseys gently, before leaning back against the large brown bricks of the wall.]
“I see we have our first guest! It’s a pleasure to meet you, um…” [She trails off expectantly.]
[Jade takes his hand and shakes it, giving no reaction other than a pleased hum and nod to its unusual texture.]
“A Distortion, then?” [She suddenly registers the door, still very much present, and winces slightly - how had she missed that?] “Yes, of course. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Micheal.”
[Jade repeats the name to herself a few more times in a barely-audible whisper, fixing it in her mind.]
“I don’t suppose you’d care for tea? Coffee?” [She gestures towards the central chapel at the back of the cathedral - its door is standing slightly ajar.] “I’ve been doing a bit of baking - domain logic makes everything so much easier, ingredient-wise.”
[She turns partway towards the back of the church, but waits for Micheal to move before proceeding. Meanwhile, she continues talking.]
“There’s a Distortion somewhere around here, I think, but you-“ [A quick gesture indicates “you the humanoid, not you the door”] “- look nothing like her, and she has no reason to leave England at this stage in the game. So… how are things in your universe? On good terms with the Archivist there?”
[He began to follow her. Since they were going somewhere, he would have to keep his form looking fairly human.]
"I do not eat or drink.. but tea sounds... nice."
[Once she turned back to him the door was gone. He gave her a what are you talking about look, but had a smug smile on his face.]
"Ive tried to kill him.. numerous times i- I think it could be considered a sport the way I did that. I do not think the archivist was very fond of me."
[Jade chuckles at the mention of attempted Archivist murder, though a flicker of confusion crosses her face at the mention of “him.”]
“Well, I hope you’re not after this one, too,” [she jokes, moving the conversation towards the chapel door.] “I understand she’s got enough on her plate at the moment. Not that I ever met her, but…” [She shrugs.] “Word gets around, I suppose. But there are probably more interesting things than failed murder attempts going on in your life - not that I mind talking about them, but, well, if you’re looking for tips and tricks, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong place.” [A self-deprecating shrug.]
[As the pair reaches it, the chapel door opens on a very un-chapel-like parlor, pale green walls and dark wood furnishings bathed in warm light. In the center of the room, an oval table is set for tea in an overly fancy style - from the lacy tablecloth and napkins to the elaborate full service spread across the table, the entire setting seems almost too perfect, like it’s meant for a cottagecore photoshoot instead of actual consumption. Everything from the fresh pot of tea to the tiered stand of raspberry crowns and fudge seems to have just been set up - quite possibly by the multitude of spiders busily scurrying off the table as the two avatars enter.]
“Thank you, darlings.” [Jade smiles at the assortment of spiders, waves Micheal toward a chair, and picks up a particularly large tarantula rearing up in “uppies!” pose before sweeping around the table to pick up the teapot.] “Milk? Sugar? Lemon?” [Each word is accompanied by a gesture towards the appropriate receptacle.]
[The tarantula climbs up to the curve of her neck, black fur over brown and white lace. She offers it a raspberry crown, and it takes it delicately with its forelimbs and nibbles at the jam.]
[He muttered as he watched the spiders scurry off. He sat down and folded his hands on his lap, his smilled never faltered. As he picked up a pastery and ate(?) It.]
"I havent had tea in a good long while. I would like some milk and sugar."
[he watched the spider and laughed a bit at its cuteness]
[Jade pours the tea with practiced motions, adding milk and sugar to Micheal’s cup and sugar and lemon to her own. She follows his gaze to the spider and grins - it is cute, isn’t it?Leaning back casually, she picks up her tea spoon and begins to stir the drink.]
“So…” [Jade leans forward, resting her elbow on the table and her head in her hand.] “How are things? Has the world ended yet, in your universe? How’s Homestuck doing?”
[Jade makes an interested noise, leaning in and smiling at the tea compliment. She notices the shifting of Micheal’s form and does not comment - but his chair continues to be just the right size and shape for his increasingly inhuman body.]
“Oh, no, that’s perfectly fine. It was probably a vain hope, anyway, that the desynchronized chronology of the multiverse would let me get my hands on the next Hiveswap act. Difficult for content creators to update their works from inside terror hellscapes.” [She laughs.]
[There’s a pause. Jade takes a sip of tea.]
“Oh- by the way, you’ve been mentioning an Archivist with he/him pronouns. Who… is that, exactly? I may have mentioned - ours is a woman. Or, was last time I checked, at any rate.”
[At the mention of “Jonathan Sims,” Jade pauses, then starts laughing.]
“Jonathan Si- is that what he’s called, then?”
[It takes her a while to stop laughing, but when she does, it’s as abrupt as a switch being flicked. She goes from a full-on laugh to an amused smile in a heartbeat.]
“I may have met him. Dark hair, perpetually irritated? That Jonathan?”
[Jade produces a hankerchief from somewhere and wipes her eyes. The tone of her voice suggests she’s about a hair away from starting to laugh again.]
“And he’s the Archivist? Oh no.”
[Grinning cheerfully, Jade takes a piece of fudge from the stand.]
“He’s somewhere around here - alive, even - but he doesn’t use that name anymore. But… it sounds like you’re most concerned with Gertrude Robinson. I’ve heard good things about her - which is to say, bad things for anyone who wants anything different.” [A tilt of her wrist indicates the room, the domain, the world.] “Anything like this.”
[The colors of the room start to shift while objects warped when she mentioned Gertrude. Micheal's smile never faltered, but it was easy to tell he was angry.]
"Gertrude Robinson is a monster of an avatar. If yours is alive..."
[He trailed off and laughed, it sounded terrible, it sounded more like a headache than before]
[Jade does not react to the shifting of the room, and continues as though she hasn’t noticed it at all, taking another sip from her (now subtly oblong) teacup.]
“Oh, no, I do believe she’s dead. I mean, it’s not like there’s any other way for her to stop being the Archivist, not after such a notable career…?”
[Something about the way the last sentence tilts up at the end seems to invite Micheal to provide evidence to the contrary. Not that she really believes Gertrude Robinson could still be alive, but just out of, well, professional curiosity - you understand.]
“Besides,” [she continues, now in a light and joking tone,] “given what I’ve heard of her history, if she hadn’t died, someone else would have killed her.”
“So… what’s your story? How’d she make such a mark on you?” [Jade leans forward, curious.]
[Jade leans against the wall, too caught up in texting someone to pay attention to her surroundings. She’s smiling down at the heavily-modified phone in her hands.]
[Jade doesn’t jump, exactly, at the man’s appearance - it’s more like a full-body flinch. She’s clearly startled, though she hides it quickly, turning towards the figure and smiling.]
“Ah, hello!”
[She turns the phone off and shoves it into a pocket of her frilled dress in a single quick motion, then curtseys gently, before leaning back against the large brown bricks of the wall.]
“I see we have our first guest! It’s a pleasure to meet you, um…” [She trails off expectantly.]
[Jade takes his hand and shakes it, giving no reaction other than a pleased hum and nod to its unusual texture.]
“A Distortion, then?” [She suddenly registers the door, still very much present, and winces slightly - how had she missed that?] “Yes, of course. It’s a pleasure to meet you, Micheal.”
[Jade repeats the name to herself a few more times in a barely-audible whisper, fixing it in her mind.]
“I don’t suppose you’d care for tea? Coffee?” [She gestures towards the central chapel at the back of the cathedral - its door is standing slightly ajar.] “I’ve been doing a bit of baking - domain logic makes everything so much easier, ingredient-wise.”
[She turns partway towards the back of the church, but waits for Micheal to move before proceeding. Meanwhile, she continues talking.]
“There’s a Distortion somewhere around here, I think, but you-“ [A quick gesture indicates “you the humanoid, not you the door”] “- look nothing like her, and she has no reason to leave England at this stage in the game. So… how are things in your universe? On good terms with the Archivist there?”
[He began to follow her. Since they were going somewhere, he would have to keep his form looking fairly human.]
"I do not eat or drink.. but tea sounds... nice."
[Once she turned back to him the door was gone. He gave her a what are you talking about look, but had a smug smile on his face.]
"Ive tried to kill him.. numerous times i- I think it could be considered a sport the way I did that. I do not think the archivist was very fond of me."
[Jade chuckles at the mention of attempted Archivist murder, though a flicker of confusion crosses her face at the mention of “him.”]
“Well, I hope you’re not after this one, too,” [she jokes, moving the conversation towards the chapel door.] “I understand she’s got enough on her plate at the moment. Not that I ever met her, but…” [She shrugs.] “Word gets around, I suppose. But there are probably more interesting things than failed murder attempts going on in your life - not that I mind talking about them, but, well, if you’re looking for tips and tricks, I’m afraid you’re in the wrong place.” [A self-deprecating shrug.]
[As the pair reaches it, the chapel door opens on a very un-chapel-like parlor, pale green walls and dark wood furnishings bathed in warm light. In the center of the room, an oval table is set for tea in an overly fancy style - from the lacy tablecloth and napkins to the elaborate full service spread across the table, the entire setting seems almost too perfect, like it’s meant for a cottagecore photoshoot instead of actual consumption. Everything from the fresh pot of tea to the tiered stand of raspberry crowns and fudge seems to have just been set up - quite possibly by the multitude of spiders busily scurrying off the table as the two avatars enter.]
“Thank you, darlings.” [Jade smiles at the assortment of spiders, waves Micheal toward a chair, and picks up a particularly large tarantula rearing up in “uppies!” pose before sweeping around the table to pick up the teapot.] “Milk? Sugar? Lemon?” [Each word is accompanied by a gesture towards the appropriate receptacle.]
[The tarantula climbs up to the curve of her neck, black fur over brown and white lace. She offers it a raspberry crown, and it takes it delicately with its forelimbs and nibbles at the jam.]
[He muttered as he watched the spiders scurry off. He sat down and folded his hands on his lap, his smilled never faltered. As he picked up a pastery and ate(?) It.]
"I havent had tea in a good long while. I would like some milk and sugar."
[he watched the spider and laughed a bit at its cuteness]
[Jade pours the tea with practiced motions, adding milk and sugar to Micheal’s cup and sugar and lemon to her own. She follows his gaze to the spider and grins - it is cute, isn’t it?Leaning back casually, she picks up her tea spoon and begins to stir the drink.]
“So…” [Jade leans forward, resting her elbow on the table and her head in her hand.] “How are things? Has the world ended yet, in your universe? How’s Homestuck doing?”
[Jade makes an interested noise, leaning in and smiling at the tea compliment. She notices the shifting of Micheal’s form and does not comment - but his chair continues to be just the right size and shape for his increasingly inhuman body.]
“Oh, no, that’s perfectly fine. It was probably a vain hope, anyway, that the desynchronized chronology of the multiverse would let me get my hands on the next Hiveswap act. Difficult for content creators to update their works from inside terror hellscapes.” [She laughs.]
[There’s a pause. Jade takes a sip of tea.]
“Oh- by the way, you’ve been mentioning an Archivist with he/him pronouns. Who… is that, exactly? I may have mentioned - ours is a woman. Or, was last time I checked, at any rate.”
[At the mention of “Jonathan Sims,” Jade pauses, then starts laughing.]
“Jonathan Si- is that what he’s called, then?”
[It takes her a while to stop laughing, but when she does, it’s as abrupt as a switch being flicked. She goes from a full-on laugh to an amused smile in a heartbeat.]
“I may have met him. Dark hair, perpetually irritated? That Jonathan?”
[Jade produces a hankerchief from somewhere and wipes her eyes. The tone of her voice suggests she’s about a hair away from starting to laugh again.]
“And he’s the Archivist? Oh no.”
[Grinning cheerfully, Jade takes a piece of fudge from the stand.]
“He’s somewhere around here - alive, even - but he doesn’t use that name anymore. But… it sounds like you’re most concerned with Gertrude Robinson. I’ve heard good things about her - which is to say, bad things for anyone who wants anything different.” [A tilt of her wrist indicates the room, the domain, the world.] “Anything like this.”
