A Whole New World (MPC 60A/X)
Mar 5, 2019 14:50:12 GMT
Post by Ophelia on Mar 5, 2019 14:50:12 GMT
Okay, this is a pretty experimental little piece I did - I'm doing both MPC 60A and MPC 31 (via wildcard) for this one.
I'd like bits for both of them, please.
"Is this thing on?"
"Yeah, it's recording, let me just-"
BANG! clatter-
"Shit!-" "We good?"
bmdp, bffffp....
"... Yeah, yeah we're good." "Okay, cool, uhm..."
“Ahem-”
“Day... Day one, of... A new life, I guess?
(This sounds so fucking cheesy, I’d rather just write this all out than do audio logs... Sigh.)
It’s... Hard to really explain, everything that’s happened up to now - I imagine anyone who’d come across this thing would already know, but I guess for archival’s sake, I’ll give a basic summary...
Safe to say though, our world’s fucked. Our homeworld, I mean - Earth. Not this... Weird, digital world or whatever. A messy affair of wars and climate change and none of the big-suits up top realizing that what they’re doing wasn’t sustainable in any way in the long term - it all sounds like a fuckin’ Fallout story until you realize that it’s... It’s all real, that it all happened...
... And a lot of people died cause of it.
...”
“... (You okay?)” “(Yeah, I just... Gimme a second...)” “(Here, let me take over.)”
bfffdmp
“(cough) -... Not too long before everything began going downhill, we discovered a strange... Rift, for lack of a better term, not too far from our hometown. People had been studying it, but noone really knew what to make of it - everyone was too scared to try directly interacting with it, since it was something that we’d never seen before, something you’d only expect to see in science fiction. But when everything began falling apart around us, and shit started hitting the fan... Some of us made the decision to go thru the rift. And see where it took us.
And now? Well...
It’s a strange, but beautiful place, this other world we’ve ended up in; which is perhaps a saving grace, since the rift we came in thru seems to be absent now. We’re currently in a forested area - not too unlike a temperate broadleaf and mixed forest - not too far from a growing town by the name of Rosewood, home to some of the local natives; which brings us to the subject of... Digimon, and the nature of this world in general.
Apparently, it’s... All data, here. Everything from the air we breathe to the fruit we’ve gathered - as far as the world, and the digimon here, are concerned - it’s all different forms of data. Even they themselves are data, and they gather data as they grow to - for lack of a better term - metamorphosize into larger, stronger forms. Thankfully they are quite welcoming, though are unsure what to make of us - and if I’ll be real, the feeling is mutual.
You can’t describe digimon as appearing as one singular thing; while according to some of the locals, their young tend to look roughly similar, more mature Digimon can come in a variety of shapes, sizes, and appearances - resembling anything from animals, to machines, to flora, or even people. I once saw a digimon that resembled a bird just happily chatting with an insectlike digimon over what appeared to be smoothies, even. But no matter the form a digimon takes, they're the same person at its core - they're people just like you or I.
It's... Perhaps a relief, that we have been able to communicate with them well enough - even if their written language isn't the same as ours. As mentioned before, they are quite welcoming, and they were willing to hear our plight out; and while they cannot spare a lot - be it room, manwork, or materials - due to their own town still being in the process of being built, they were more than happy to at least help us get basic shelters going while we decide where to go next - many of them advised looking to a place called Terminus City, for a safe place for us to settle.
Presently though, we are camping out along the border to the woods and what the digimon call the Mainframe Hills. It seems to be a very calm and peaceful area - and those who have gone out to explore haven't reported any present dangers to note; in fact, even those who are living on their own away from the village are quite friendly and willing to give us pointers and advice - even if a lot of them seem to be wary of us. The group as a whole have mentioned different possible paths we could take, though - from exploring and studying the world as a whole, to going to Terminus, to even staying and helping Rosewood to settle here with them.
Personally, me and my friend are both quite fasctinated with these digimon - though my friend, he's.. also still in mourning. A lot of us lost, well, a lot - and there are those of us who are grieving. Most of us have used this new discovery and the work of figuring out 'what now' to cope, though we're not really therapists, nor are a lot of us hardened in any sense of the word. Morale's basically running on the novelty of a brand new world, and it's gonna take us time to heal from all of this - and even then, I don't think that the scars from essentially losing everything will fade anytime soon..."
click
"... -snff-..." "... You okay?" "Y, yeah... I think so... How close to finishing are you?" "Almost done here, just gimme a bit to wrap this up." "Alright..."
"... For now, though, our most pressing goal is to find a place where we can settle down and set up - though we also would like to study and learn about our new world, and build up positive relations with the digimon here. All the while, we have made the decisions to record our findings and general life among the group so that, in the event that something goes wrong, we won't be forgotten."
"(That we have to make sure we aren't forgotten isn't very comforting...)" "(Shh,)"
"... Our current conclusion though, as far as things go, is that we are indeed hopeful with this second chance we have been given - and if all goes well, we will have further discoveries to be made. With that, I will be signing off for today. Expect further logs in the coming days"
cachunk...
Day27 28
It's almost been a month - 4 weeks, to be exact - since we've settled down here... The recorder is on the fritz, so I've been writing down the past few days - albeit with the all-nighters I've been pulling, it's been difficult to remember exactly how many days have passed, I keep needing to ask the others, haha.
(note to self: read these out onto the recorder for sanity's sake when it's fixed or replaced)
Anyhow... Things have been going well with Rosewood; those of us who made the decision to stick with them have been helping set up some basic housings for everyone, awhile the others who have gone to Terminus to check out rumors of sightings of other human beings set out the day before, the evening after yesterday's entry. With winter approaching, temperatures have started dropping - though we're hoping to have at least enough housing for us done, and the scouting group back, before the first snowfall. However... That isn't the most interesting (if you could call it that) thing that's happened today.
First, some context. Some time ago, as mentioned on Day 3 - a couple days after our arrival here - Frank had somehow managed to befriend one of the younger digimon around here. They were a little Dorimon at the time, I believe - and at the time, they had taken to being called Fuzzles. Noone knows why Fuzzles had taken such a shine to us beyond having been curious about us, but they've been a welcome little companion - very cuddly and friendly with everyone here, much like other digimon, and was more than happy to use their strong sense of smell to help sniff out food and danger.
Shortly after the two met though - about Day 6 - little Fuzzles had digivolved into a Dorumon! It was quite surprising, though it was also quite the fascinating event, given that it was the first time we got to witness one in action. This Dorumon form resembled much of what Fuzzles looked like as a Dorimon, but more... Developed, I suppose for lack of a better term. Ever since, they've been more than happy to help carry things around - all the while still using their keen little nose.
Today though, we had our first encounter with a hostile digimon - namely a wild Sangloupmon, according to the others at Rosewood. It had attacked Frank, while he was out gathering food with Fuzzles, though Fuzzles digivolved again - albeit temporarily - and was able to chase it off before any harm was done. Dorugamon, they called this new form - when we saw it after the two returned home, we were quite surprised when the adorable Fuzzles had become quite vicious-looking - and decently large to match! Though, it wasn'y long before they returned to their Dorumon form for some reason. It's also around this time that Frank had realized he'd come into possession of a strange device, though at present, none of us know what it does.
Safe to say, today was quite the exciting one - albeit maybe not in a good way, for poor Frank. Noone knows where the Sangloupmon had come from, and there is the worry that it'll come back at some point in the future - though Fuzzles seems confident in their ability to keep us all safe. For now, I think I'll put my trust in Fuzzles, and hope that we can get settled in Rosewood before anything gets too crazy...
"Hey, hey- is this the recording thingy you mentioned before, Frank?" "Yes it is, Fuzzles, we finally got it fixed," "Oh, yay! Hey, is it recording now? I see a little flashy light..." "Yup, whatever you say will be recorded down for others to hear. Do you wanna give it a try?" "Yeah, yeah!"
bdmp bmp - "Careful, don't knock it over, silly!" "Oh- sorry..! Ahem..."
"Hi! My name is Fuzzles, and I'm a Dorumon! I was born in the Village of Beginnings, like a bunch of my digimon friends - though when I heard of people called hoo-mans as a Dorimon, I left to come meet them! They're so different from other digimon - they all look pretty similar, and they don't have any fur or scales! They don't change at all besides getting bigger as they become adults, or wrinkly when they get old! It's kind of weird, but cool too..!"
"(I suppose that's one way to put it...)" "(Shh,)"
"They're all so nice to me, though my favorite person is Frank- he gave me a name, and he likes sneaking me treats from the... lard-der...! He gives me lots of scritches behind the ears, and he also brushes my fur so that it looks all nice and glossy! I like going with him wherever he goes, cause then I know that my favorite person is safe, and that I can be helpful to Frank in some way, like carrying his things or sniffing out food!"
"(What was that about the larder, Frank-)" "(Now you shush, Fuzzles is a good boy!)"
"I even get to feel stronger when I'm around him, and when Frank is in danger, I can digivolve to protect him! Right now I can only reach my Champion form - Dorugamon... But I'm excited to see what other forms I can take when I get strong enough for them! I wanna get big and strong like Grandpa Cherrymon, so that I can protect my new family! Maybe I'll even get stronger than Cherrymon, if I stick with my family for long enough!"
"Tomorrow, some of my family is coming home from a big trip, to let us know if there's other humans in Terminus or not. I hope there are, personally - I want to meet more possible family, and help this family get as big and as happy as possible! And uhm..."
"... Uhhmm..." ...
"... Did you run out of things to talk about, Fuzzles?" "Yeaaaah..." "Eheh... That's okay, you did good. Lets end this recording now, and we can do a proper recording later tonight. Sound good?" "Yaaaay! Okay!"
"You wanna say bye to the recorder?" "Okay, bye byeeee, see you later!"
... cachunk ...
I'd like bits for both of them, please.
"Is this thing on?"
"Yeah, it's recording, let me just-"
BANG! clatter-
"Shit!-" "We good?"
bmdp, bffffp....
"... Yeah, yeah we're good." "Okay, cool, uhm..."
“Ahem-”
“Day... Day one, of... A new life, I guess?
(This sounds so fucking cheesy, I’d rather just write this all out than do audio logs... Sigh.)
It’s... Hard to really explain, everything that’s happened up to now - I imagine anyone who’d come across this thing would already know, but I guess for archival’s sake, I’ll give a basic summary...
Safe to say though, our world’s fucked. Our homeworld, I mean - Earth. Not this... Weird, digital world or whatever. A messy affair of wars and climate change and none of the big-suits up top realizing that what they’re doing wasn’t sustainable in any way in the long term - it all sounds like a fuckin’ Fallout story until you realize that it’s... It’s all real, that it all happened...
... And a lot of people died cause of it.
...”
“... (You okay?)” “(Yeah, I just... Gimme a second...)” “(Here, let me take over.)”
bfffdmp
“(cough) -... Not too long before everything began going downhill, we discovered a strange... Rift, for lack of a better term, not too far from our hometown. People had been studying it, but noone really knew what to make of it - everyone was too scared to try directly interacting with it, since it was something that we’d never seen before, something you’d only expect to see in science fiction. But when everything began falling apart around us, and shit started hitting the fan... Some of us made the decision to go thru the rift. And see where it took us.
And now? Well...
It’s a strange, but beautiful place, this other world we’ve ended up in; which is perhaps a saving grace, since the rift we came in thru seems to be absent now. We’re currently in a forested area - not too unlike a temperate broadleaf and mixed forest - not too far from a growing town by the name of Rosewood, home to some of the local natives; which brings us to the subject of... Digimon, and the nature of this world in general.
Apparently, it’s... All data, here. Everything from the air we breathe to the fruit we’ve gathered - as far as the world, and the digimon here, are concerned - it’s all different forms of data. Even they themselves are data, and they gather data as they grow to - for lack of a better term - metamorphosize into larger, stronger forms. Thankfully they are quite welcoming, though are unsure what to make of us - and if I’ll be real, the feeling is mutual.
You can’t describe digimon as appearing as one singular thing; while according to some of the locals, their young tend to look roughly similar, more mature Digimon can come in a variety of shapes, sizes, and appearances - resembling anything from animals, to machines, to flora, or even people. I once saw a digimon that resembled a bird just happily chatting with an insectlike digimon over what appeared to be smoothies, even. But no matter the form a digimon takes, they're the same person at its core - they're people just like you or I.
It's... Perhaps a relief, that we have been able to communicate with them well enough - even if their written language isn't the same as ours. As mentioned before, they are quite welcoming, and they were willing to hear our plight out; and while they cannot spare a lot - be it room, manwork, or materials - due to their own town still being in the process of being built, they were more than happy to at least help us get basic shelters going while we decide where to go next - many of them advised looking to a place called Terminus City, for a safe place for us to settle.
Presently though, we are camping out along the border to the woods and what the digimon call the Mainframe Hills. It seems to be a very calm and peaceful area - and those who have gone out to explore haven't reported any present dangers to note; in fact, even those who are living on their own away from the village are quite friendly and willing to give us pointers and advice - even if a lot of them seem to be wary of us. The group as a whole have mentioned different possible paths we could take, though - from exploring and studying the world as a whole, to going to Terminus, to even staying and helping Rosewood to settle here with them.
Personally, me and my friend are both quite fasctinated with these digimon - though my friend, he's.. also still in mourning. A lot of us lost, well, a lot - and there are those of us who are grieving. Most of us have used this new discovery and the work of figuring out 'what now' to cope, though we're not really therapists, nor are a lot of us hardened in any sense of the word. Morale's basically running on the novelty of a brand new world, and it's gonna take us time to heal from all of this - and even then, I don't think that the scars from essentially losing everything will fade anytime soon..."
click
"... -snff-..." "... You okay?" "Y, yeah... I think so... How close to finishing are you?" "Almost done here, just gimme a bit to wrap this up." "Alright..."
"... For now, though, our most pressing goal is to find a place where we can settle down and set up - though we also would like to study and learn about our new world, and build up positive relations with the digimon here. All the while, we have made the decisions to record our findings and general life among the group so that, in the event that something goes wrong, we won't be forgotten."
"(That we have to make sure we aren't forgotten isn't very comforting...)" "(Shh,)"
"... Our current conclusion though, as far as things go, is that we are indeed hopeful with this second chance we have been given - and if all goes well, we will have further discoveries to be made. With that, I will be signing off for today. Expect further logs in the coming days"
cachunk...
Day
It's almost been a month - 4 weeks, to be exact - since we've settled down here... The recorder is on the fritz, so I've been writing down the past few days - albeit with the all-nighters I've been pulling, it's been difficult to remember exactly how many days have passed, I keep needing to ask the others, haha.
(note to self: read these out onto the recorder for sanity's sake when it's fixed or replaced)
Anyhow... Things have been going well with Rosewood; those of us who made the decision to stick with them have been helping set up some basic housings for everyone, awhile the others who have gone to Terminus to check out rumors of sightings of other human beings set out the day before, the evening after yesterday's entry. With winter approaching, temperatures have started dropping - though we're hoping to have at least enough housing for us done, and the scouting group back, before the first snowfall. However... That isn't the most interesting (if you could call it that) thing that's happened today.
First, some context. Some time ago, as mentioned on Day 3 - a couple days after our arrival here - Frank had somehow managed to befriend one of the younger digimon around here. They were a little Dorimon at the time, I believe - and at the time, they had taken to being called Fuzzles. Noone knows why Fuzzles had taken such a shine to us beyond having been curious about us, but they've been a welcome little companion - very cuddly and friendly with everyone here, much like other digimon, and was more than happy to use their strong sense of smell to help sniff out food and danger.
Shortly after the two met though - about Day 6 - little Fuzzles had digivolved into a Dorumon! It was quite surprising, though it was also quite the fascinating event, given that it was the first time we got to witness one in action. This Dorumon form resembled much of what Fuzzles looked like as a Dorimon, but more... Developed, I suppose for lack of a better term. Ever since, they've been more than happy to help carry things around - all the while still using their keen little nose.
Today though, we had our first encounter with a hostile digimon - namely a wild Sangloupmon, according to the others at Rosewood. It had attacked Frank, while he was out gathering food with Fuzzles, though Fuzzles digivolved again - albeit temporarily - and was able to chase it off before any harm was done. Dorugamon, they called this new form - when we saw it after the two returned home, we were quite surprised when the adorable Fuzzles had become quite vicious-looking - and decently large to match! Though, it wasn'y long before they returned to their Dorumon form for some reason. It's also around this time that Frank had realized he'd come into possession of a strange device, though at present, none of us know what it does.
Safe to say, today was quite the exciting one - albeit maybe not in a good way, for poor Frank. Noone knows where the Sangloupmon had come from, and there is the worry that it'll come back at some point in the future - though Fuzzles seems confident in their ability to keep us all safe. For now, I think I'll put my trust in Fuzzles, and hope that we can get settled in Rosewood before anything gets too crazy...
"Hey, hey- is this the recording thingy you mentioned before, Frank?" "Yes it is, Fuzzles, we finally got it fixed," "Oh, yay! Hey, is it recording now? I see a little flashy light..." "Yup, whatever you say will be recorded down for others to hear. Do you wanna give it a try?" "Yeah, yeah!"
bdmp bmp - "Careful, don't knock it over, silly!" "Oh- sorry..! Ahem..."
"Hi! My name is Fuzzles, and I'm a Dorumon! I was born in the Village of Beginnings, like a bunch of my digimon friends - though when I heard of people called hoo-mans as a Dorimon, I left to come meet them! They're so different from other digimon - they all look pretty similar, and they don't have any fur or scales! They don't change at all besides getting bigger as they become adults, or wrinkly when they get old! It's kind of weird, but cool too..!"
"(I suppose that's one way to put it...)" "(Shh,)"
"They're all so nice to me, though my favorite person is Frank- he gave me a name, and he likes sneaking me treats from the... lard-der...! He gives me lots of scritches behind the ears, and he also brushes my fur so that it looks all nice and glossy! I like going with him wherever he goes, cause then I know that my favorite person is safe, and that I can be helpful to Frank in some way, like carrying his things or sniffing out food!"
"(What was that about the larder, Frank-)" "(Now you shush, Fuzzles is a good boy!)"
"I even get to feel stronger when I'm around him, and when Frank is in danger, I can digivolve to protect him! Right now I can only reach my Champion form - Dorugamon... But I'm excited to see what other forms I can take when I get strong enough for them! I wanna get big and strong like Grandpa Cherrymon, so that I can protect my new family! Maybe I'll even get stronger than Cherrymon, if I stick with my family for long enough!"
"Tomorrow, some of my family is coming home from a big trip, to let us know if there's other humans in Terminus or not. I hope there are, personally - I want to meet more possible family, and help this family get as big and as happy as possible! And uhm..."
"... Uhhmm..." ...
"... Did you run out of things to talk about, Fuzzles?" "Yeaaaah..." "Eheh... That's okay, you did good. Lets end this recording now, and we can do a proper recording later tonight. Sound good?" "Yaaaay! Okay!"
"You wanna say bye to the recorder?" "Okay, bye byeeee, see you later!"
... cachunk ...
