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[ Amyra's in their makeshift tent, with a half assed ' fortune teller ' sign above their head. Does anyone want to try their luck and see their future??? We'll see! ]

[Gerry walks by, then stares. What the hell, sure. He approaches.]

[ It's pretty stereotypical, almost to the point it looks deliberate. Amyra calls from inside, ]

Heya, Gerry.

Hi Amyra. That’s…

[He stares at the price.]

Damn. Go get that bag, I guess.

Everyone here is a rich asshole. I figured I might as well. If that's shocking to you, you should see how much I've earned so far.

They pay— okay, yeah, I know they’re rich, but they’re that gullible?

[His eyes glow green for a second, then he’s quiet. He doubles down and starts laughing his ass off.]

No fucking way— oh my god.

[ Amyra leans back, smiling ]

I've made more money here than I have for my entire employment in the Institute. Twice over, almost.

God, these people are fucking stupid. Love that.

I honestly thought you'd be doing something similar. You sort of give off those vibes. But we have only talked once, so.

It'd be funny, but no. Sick of dealing with these guys. I wasn't even planning on going, but Izzie wanted to see what was up.

Ahh, I see. I've met her, haven't I? The pink haired one. Where is she now actually? I'd assume if you were here for her you two would walk together.

Checking out stands, I think. I’m just going around.

[ Amyra's in their makeshift tent, with a half assed ' fortune teller ' sign above their head. Does anyone want to try their luck and see their future??? We'll see! ]

[Gerry walks by, then stares. What the hell, sure. He approaches.]

[ It's pretty stereotypical, almost to the point it looks deliberate. Amyra calls from inside, ]

Heya, Gerry.

Hi Amyra. That’s…

[He stares at the price.]

Damn. Go get that bag, I guess.

Everyone here is a rich asshole. I figured I might as well. If that's shocking to you, you should see how much I've earned so far.

They pay— okay, yeah, I know they’re rich, but they’re that gullible?

[His eyes glow green for a second, then he’s quiet. He doubles down and starts laughing his ass off.]

No fucking way— oh my god.

[ Amyra leans back, smiling ]

I've made more money here than I have for my entire employment in the Institute. Twice over, almost.

God, these people are fucking stupid. Love that.

I honestly thought you'd be doing something similar. You sort of give off those vibes. But we have only talked once, so.

It'd be funny, but no. Sick of dealing with these guys. I wasn't even planning on going, but Izzie wanted to see what was up.

[ Amyra's in their makeshift tent, with a half assed ' fortune teller ' sign above their head. Does anyone want to try their luck and see their future??? We'll see! ]

[Gerry walks by, then stares. What the hell, sure. He approaches.]

[ It's pretty stereotypical, almost to the point it looks deliberate. Amyra calls from inside, ]

Heya, Gerry.

Hi Amyra. That’s…

[He stares at the price.]

Damn. Go get that bag, I guess.

Everyone here is a rich asshole. I figured I might as well. If that's shocking to you, you should see how much I've earned so far.

They pay— okay, yeah, I know they’re rich, but they’re that gullible?

[His eyes glow green for a second, then he’s quiet. He doubles down and starts laughing his ass off.]

No fucking way— oh my god.

[ Amyra leans back, smiling ]

I've made more money here than I have for my entire employment in the Institute. Twice over, almost.

God, these people are fucking stupid. Love that.

[ Amyra's in their makeshift tent, with a half assed ' fortune teller ' sign above their head. Does anyone want to try their luck and see their future??? We'll see! ]

[Gerry walks by, then stares. What the hell, sure. He approaches.]

[ It's pretty stereotypical, almost to the point it looks deliberate. Amyra calls from inside, ]

Heya, Gerry.

Hi Amyra. That’s…

[He stares at the price.]

Damn. Go get that bag, I guess.

Everyone here is a rich asshole. I figured I might as well. If that's shocking to you, you should see how much I've earned so far.

They pay— okay, yeah, I know they’re rich, but they’re that gullible?

[His eyes glow green for a second, then he’s quiet. He doubles down and starts laughing his ass off.]

No fucking way— oh my god.

[ Amyra's in their makeshift tent, with a half assed ' fortune teller ' sign above their head. Does anyone want to try their luck and see their future??? We'll see! ]

[Gerry walks by, then stares. What the hell, sure. He approaches.]

[ It's pretty stereotypical, almost to the point it looks deliberate. Amyra calls from inside, ]

Heya, Gerry.

Hi Amyra. That’s…

[He stares at the price.]

Damn. Go get that bag, I guess.

[ Amyra's in their makeshift tent, with a half assed ' fortune teller ' sign above their head. Does anyone want to try their luck and see their future??? We'll see! ]

[Gerry walks by, then stares. What the hell, sure. He approaches.]

[Gerry boards the bus, sitting on one of the empty seats. He just looks over everything.]

[Mason boards the bus, fidgeting with the strap of his bag. He glances at Gerry and sits across the aisle from him.]

Um. Hello. This is the bus to…evilcon, right?

It is, yeah.

[Gerry stares at Mason, as if he’s trying to find something out about him.]

[Mason stares back. He dips a hand into bag.]

I’m uh…Mason. You?

Gerard.

[A fucking knife? Not ideal, but he can work with it. He has a knife of his own.]

[Mason’s eyes narrow. He’s heard that name. He doesn’t know where, but he knows he has. And the way this guy is staring at him…better safe than sorry.]

Huh. I feel like I’ve heard of you. Where do you work?

Magnus Institute archives. I assume by the knife you have a problem with that. Or me.

[Mason sighs and pulls the knife out of his bag, letting the bag drop on the floor.]

Yeah, sorry. It’s not personal. But I’ve got a gig right now that involves breaking down Magnus’s prized possessions, so…yeah. Sorry, this is a terrible thing to hear before you die.

[Mason lunges at Gerry.]

[Gerry blocks and pulls out his own knife with his other hand.]

Makes sense. You ever considered just messing with Elias? I don’t really want to be here, and he’s happy enough carrying the legacy.

[He backs away, calculating his next move.]

Victor says it’s important to dismantle the smaller bits of his plans, so that his ego takes a hit before he dies.

[Mason twirls the knife in his hand and crouches ever so slightly.]

Nice knife.

Yours too. You realise he doesn’t actually care about the people in his plans? If they die he’ll just replace them.

[He goes for it.]

[Gerry boards the bus, sitting on one of the empty seats. He just looks over everything.]

[Mason boards the bus, fidgeting with the strap of his bag. He glances at Gerry and sits across the aisle from him.]

Um. Hello. This is the bus to…evilcon, right?

It is, yeah.

[Gerry stares at Mason, as if he’s trying to find something out about him.]

[Mason stares back. He dips a hand into bag.]

I’m uh…Mason. You?

Gerard.

[A fucking knife? Not ideal, but he can work with it. He has a knife of his own.]

[Mason’s eyes narrow. He’s heard that name. He doesn’t know where, but he knows he has. And the way this guy is staring at him…better safe than sorry.]

Huh. I feel like I’ve heard of you. Where do you work?

Magnus Institute archives. I assume by the knife you have a problem with that. Or me.

[Mason sighs and pulls the knife out of his bag, letting the bag drop on the floor.]

Yeah, sorry. It’s not personal. But I’ve got a gig right now that involves breaking down Magnus’s prized possessions, so…yeah. Sorry, this is a terrible thing to hear before you die.

[Mason lunges at Gerry.]

[Gerry blocks and pulls out his own knife with his other hand.]

Makes sense. You ever considered just messing with Elias? I don’t really want to be here, and he’s happy enough carrying the legacy.

[He backs away, calculating his next move.]

[Gerry boards the bus, sitting on one of the empty seats. He just looks over everything.]

[Mason boards the bus, fidgeting with the strap of his bag. He glances at Gerry and sits across the aisle from him.]

Um. Hello. This is the bus to…evilcon, right?

It is, yeah.

[Gerry stares at Mason, as if he’s trying to find something out about him.]

[Mason stares back. He dips a hand into bag.]

I’m uh…Mason. You?

Gerard.

[A fucking knife? Not ideal, but he can work with it. He has a knife of his own.]

[Mason’s eyes narrow. He’s heard that name. He doesn’t know where, but he knows he has. And the way this guy is staring at him…better safe than sorry.]

Huh. I feel like I’ve heard of you. Where do you work?

Magnus Institute archives. I assume by the knife you have a problem with that. Or me.

[Gerry boards the bus, sitting on one of the empty seats. He just looks over everything.]

[Mason boards the bus, fidgeting with the strap of his bag. He glances at Gerry and sits across the aisle from him.]

Um. Hello. This is the bus to…evilcon, right?

It is, yeah.

[Gerry stares at Mason, as if he’s trying to find something out about him.]

[Mason stares back. He dips a hand into bag.]

I’m uh…Mason. You?

Gerard.

[A fucking knife? Not ideal, but he can work with it. He has a knife of his own.]

[Gerry boards the bus, sitting on one of the empty seats. He just looks over everything.]

[Mason boards the bus, fidgeting with the strap of his bag. He glances at Gerry and sits across the aisle from him.]

Um. Hello. This is the bus to…evilcon, right?

It is, yeah.

[Gerry stares at Mason, as if he’s trying to find something out about him.]

#tma evilcon 2026 #tma rp #unreality #rp #archivist gerry

[Gerry boards the bus, sitting on one of the empty seats. He just looks over everything.]

"so... uh... anything in particular i should know before this whole 'infiltrating evilcon' business? like... things to watch out for or anything?"

@dread-powers-dumbass

Same protocol when normally dealing with supernatural stuff, just on a larger scale. Don’t piss anyone off without good reason. That kind of thing.

Oh, and the gambling is supposed to be a secret. It’s badly hidden, but people will get on your ass for revealing it to someone who didn’t know. Learned that the second time I went.

"...wasn't the last time you went when you were a kid- actually no, you went to evilcon as a kid why am i surprised about the gambling thing." [she sighed, feeling a bit dumb.]

"try not to piss off avatars, that... shouldn't be too hard, i think... uh, how are we gonna get there? i'm assuming one of the cabs or like... a haunted bus or something? i'm assuming the submarine's for the more boat-y avatars..."

Hm… think a bus would allow us to blend in more easily.

”yeah, it’d probably have the most people on it and nobody would be looking too closely at each other…”

[she seemed… nervous about this whole thing, actually. One of the first times Gerry’s seen her nervous about interacting with the fears without being actively threatened. This was her idea, why was she…]

[she’s not sure she counts as marked. A tie to the institute might not be enough to get her in and anons sure as hell weren’t connected to the dread powers…]

…You can just break in, you know. If you’re that nervous about it.

”oh wait yeah.” [why didn’t she think of that. Good call, awesome mind reading goth.]

Yep. I can make a distraction so they’re less likely to notice you getting in. I have a pretty big list of enemies, I bet at least one of them is going.

“you sure? Getting you kicked out right as we get there seems like a bad plan..” [she pointed out, though she was pretty thankful for the offer and it… could theoretically work, actually…]

[hmm…]

Psh. Fights aren’t against the rules. It’s Evilcon. Evil people love a fight.

[izzie raised an eyebrow. Eh… the logic was… sound-ish?]

I'll be fine. Worry about yourself, yeah? I've been through worse.

"that is an incredibly concerning thing to say." [izzie pointed out flatly.]

"...alright, let's do it. just... don't get hurt? please?"

I mean, it's not like I'm trying to hide my scars. But I'll be careful.

[she nodded.]

"...you think they'll have a cool rock booth there?" [she halfheartedly joked.]

You joke, but there honestly could be. There's probably people who would want to do that.

"oh god i'm going to get lured into the buried or something because they have shiny rocks." [she dramatically sighed.] "how mad do you think sonja would be if we came back with cursed dnd dice or some shit?"

Very. Worth it, though.

#tma rp #rp chain #rp #unreality #archivist gerry

"totally worth it."

"so... uh... anything in particular i should know before this whole 'infiltrating evilcon' business? like... things to watch out for or anything?"

@dread-powers-dumbass

Same protocol when normally dealing with supernatural stuff, just on a larger scale. Don’t piss anyone off without good reason. That kind of thing.

Oh, and the gambling is supposed to be a secret. It’s badly hidden, but people will get on your ass for revealing it to someone who didn’t know. Learned that the second time I went.

"...wasn't the last time you went when you were a kid- actually no, you went to evilcon as a kid why am i surprised about the gambling thing." [she sighed, feeling a bit dumb.]

"try not to piss off avatars, that... shouldn't be too hard, i think... uh, how are we gonna get there? i'm assuming one of the cabs or like... a haunted bus or something? i'm assuming the submarine's for the more boat-y avatars..."

Hm… think a bus would allow us to blend in more easily.

”yeah, it’d probably have the most people on it and nobody would be looking too closely at each other…”

[she seemed… nervous about this whole thing, actually. One of the first times Gerry’s seen her nervous about interacting with the fears without being actively threatened. This was her idea, why was she…]

[she’s not sure she counts as marked. A tie to the institute might not be enough to get her in and anons sure as hell weren’t connected to the dread powers…]

…You can just break in, you know. If you’re that nervous about it.

”oh wait yeah.” [why didn’t she think of that. Good call, awesome mind reading goth.]

Yep. I can make a distraction so they’re less likely to notice you getting in. I have a pretty big list of enemies, I bet at least one of them is going.

“you sure? Getting you kicked out right as we get there seems like a bad plan..” [she pointed out, though she was pretty thankful for the offer and it… could theoretically work, actually…]

[hmm…]

Psh. Fights aren’t against the rules. It’s Evilcon. Evil people love a fight.

[izzie raised an eyebrow. Eh… the logic was… sound-ish?]

I'll be fine. Worry about yourself, yeah? I've been through worse.

"that is an incredibly concerning thing to say." [izzie pointed out flatly.]

"...alright, let's do it. just... don't get hurt? please?"

I mean, it's not like I'm trying to hide my scars. But I'll be careful.

[she nodded.]

"...you think they'll have a cool rock booth there?" [she halfheartedly joked.]

You joke, but there honestly could be. There's probably people who would want to do that.

"oh god i'm going to get lured into the buried or something because they have shiny rocks." [she dramatically sighed.] "how mad do you think sonja would be if we came back with cursed dnd dice or some shit?"

Very. Worth it, though.

"so... uh... anything in particular i should know before this whole 'infiltrating evilcon' business? like... things to watch out for or anything?"

@dread-powers-dumbass

Same protocol when normally dealing with supernatural stuff, just on a larger scale. Don’t piss anyone off without good reason. That kind of thing.

Oh, and the gambling is supposed to be a secret. It’s badly hidden, but people will get on your ass for revealing it to someone who didn’t know. Learned that the second time I went.

"...wasn't the last time you went when you were a kid- actually no, you went to evilcon as a kid why am i surprised about the gambling thing." [she sighed, feeling a bit dumb.]

"try not to piss off avatars, that... shouldn't be too hard, i think... uh, how are we gonna get there? i'm assuming one of the cabs or like... a haunted bus or something? i'm assuming the submarine's for the more boat-y avatars..."

Hm… think a bus would allow us to blend in more easily.

”yeah, it’d probably have the most people on it and nobody would be looking too closely at each other…”

[she seemed… nervous about this whole thing, actually. One of the first times Gerry’s seen her nervous about interacting with the fears without being actively threatened. This was her idea, why was she…]

[she’s not sure she counts as marked. A tie to the institute might not be enough to get her in and anons sure as hell weren’t connected to the dread powers…]

…You can just break in, you know. If you’re that nervous about it.

”oh wait yeah.” [why didn’t she think of that. Good call, awesome mind reading goth.]

Yep. I can make a distraction so they’re less likely to notice you getting in. I have a pretty big list of enemies, I bet at least one of them is going.

“you sure? Getting you kicked out right as we get there seems like a bad plan..” [she pointed out, though she was pretty thankful for the offer and it… could theoretically work, actually…]

[hmm…]

Psh. Fights aren’t against the rules. It’s Evilcon. Evil people love a fight.

[izzie raised an eyebrow. Eh… the logic was… sound-ish?]

I'll be fine. Worry about yourself, yeah? I've been through worse.

"that is an incredibly concerning thing to say." [izzie pointed out flatly.]

"...alright, let's do it. just... don't get hurt? please?"

I mean, it's not like I'm trying to hide my scars. But I'll be careful.

[she nodded.]

"...you think they'll have a cool rock booth there?" [she halfheartedly joked.]

You joke, but there honestly could be. There's probably people who would want to do that.

"so... uh... anything in particular i should know before this whole 'infiltrating evilcon' business? like... things to watch out for or anything?"

@dread-powers-dumbass

Same protocol when normally dealing with supernatural stuff, just on a larger scale. Don’t piss anyone off without good reason. That kind of thing.

Oh, and the gambling is supposed to be a secret. It’s badly hidden, but people will get on your ass for revealing it to someone who didn’t know. Learned that the second time I went.

"...wasn't the last time you went when you were a kid- actually no, you went to evilcon as a kid why am i surprised about the gambling thing." [she sighed, feeling a bit dumb.]

"try not to piss off avatars, that... shouldn't be too hard, i think... uh, how are we gonna get there? i'm assuming one of the cabs or like... a haunted bus or something? i'm assuming the submarine's for the more boat-y avatars..."

Hm… think a bus would allow us to blend in more easily.

”yeah, it’d probably have the most people on it and nobody would be looking too closely at each other…”

[she seemed… nervous about this whole thing, actually. One of the first times Gerry’s seen her nervous about interacting with the fears without being actively threatened. This was her idea, why was she…]

[she’s not sure she counts as marked. A tie to the institute might not be enough to get her in and anons sure as hell weren’t connected to the dread powers…]

…You can just break in, you know. If you’re that nervous about it.

”oh wait yeah.” [why didn’t she think of that. Good call, awesome mind reading goth.]

Yep. I can make a distraction so they’re less likely to notice you getting in. I have a pretty big list of enemies, I bet at least one of them is going.

“you sure? Getting you kicked out right as we get there seems like a bad plan..” [she pointed out, though she was pretty thankful for the offer and it… could theoretically work, actually…]

[hmm…]

Psh. Fights aren’t against the rules. It’s Evilcon. Evil people love a fight.

[izzie raised an eyebrow. Eh… the logic was… sound-ish?]

I'll be fine. Worry about yourself, yeah? I've been through worse.

"that is an incredibly concerning thing to say." [izzie pointed out flatly.]

"...alright, let's do it. just... don't get hurt? please?"

I mean, it's not like I'm trying to hide my scars. But I'll be careful.