<Critical Error: Command console disconnected>
<Tampering Detected, engaging reboot...>
[Thank you all for appearing in this time of need, we'll be back as soon as we are able! Apologies for the holdup, messing with our own source code is hard and also dangerous. More updates to come.]
<Channel Closed>
Wait a minute, I am one of the candidates???
She finally turns to look at you. “Oh, no, but you could be! If you’re interested of course, it’s sort of a volunteer kind of thing. I’d advise you ask Appri for the details.”
🔆I understand completely... All I want to do is see them again.. Knowing that they're in a little.. Space.. Alone.. It must hurt.. They've been like that for ages now, but.. that's me. That's my future. My future, his present.. I did give him a little plush version of myself so he can chat with... But if we ever tried bringing HØPË out of the ROOM, they'd die immediately after leaving.. As the Mun has told us. I should really talk to them about this, but I already think the answer is clear.🔆
Trick nodded, but she wasn’t so quick to just give up, there was plausibly another way to do this… she’d only done it a few times, but maybe they’d get lucky here. “Muns can be an elusive bunch, but I've dealt with a few before, they work by claiming domains of blogspace. If that mun doesn’t intend to have HØPË ever appear again… you could ask them to transfer that specific bit of domain to you. Then you’d be able to freely enter his part of the ROOM on your own blogspace since it essentially becomes… yours.” “Honestly the territory and character rules around muns is confusing, but if anyone can work with that, I bet you can! Plus HØPË kinda… is you, so the mun might be inclined to give them to you if they’re not planning anything else.” She traced the table, and looked around the room as if looking for something that wasn’t there. “Sorry I can’t do more, muns are sorta out of my league. I’d set up a meeting but I can’t really… ask, or force a mun to show up, they just… do sometimes.”
Oh dear, in other words you require assistance?
[Oh, there are more of you than we expected. No matter, this is a positive anomaly.]
Name: Opal
Universal Bias: Just Shapes and Beats
Entity Class: Mun
<User: Opal, added to contacts>
Affirmative, we're working on trying to get a solution in place. In the meantime, any advice you have would be very useful, we're attempting to breach into our command console, it should allow you to make us of more use soon.
Ah oop
<Candidate Located>
Name: Appri-Dot
Occupation: Angst Demon
Entity Class: Mun
<Identity classified as suitable replacement>
<Welcome, user: Appri >
How can we be of assistance?
[Note: uplink lag detected, responses may be delayed.]
I see, hopefully we'll all be able to help provide you more assistance soon
Good to know! Speaking of assistance, we may have a situation on our hands that requires your input.
[Query: Do we have hands?]
[Answer: Negative]
<Approximate emotion: Sadness>
I’m giving out hug cards and you are forced to receive one.
She looks very confused as a playing card with the word "hug" written across it in marker is given to her.
"Thanks! Uh..."
"W-what am I supposed to do with this"
,,,,creamy coffee
Trick snaps and the coffee cup literally just poofs into existence in front of you, along with a cloud of glitter. Somehow it's still warm despite being pulled from thin air.
"Don't worry the glitter's edible too." She reassures you.
(Hey trick, off question but can you tell me the actual language name of the "Dorito Language" is because I want to decode stuff that Appri sent so I can do it for others)
Trick seems to be in the process of frantically decoding yet another set of triangles, though she looks up at you and quickly answers. “It’s actually just called “Dorito Font’, a quick search for that’ll get you the key, but trust me, it’s hard to read, all the letters look the same...”
Because of the Unus Annon stuff going on, you are now Amy. Hope is Ethan, Ritual is Mark. Fox is Sean. You're also amazing.
Trick nods and just laughs. “So I can send Ritual and Hope into a panic attack whenever they were supposed to clean stuff up but didn’t? You’re giving me too much power! Oh, and thank you! I’d hug you but… actually y’know what, why not.” And she hugs the featureless anon sent in your place instead, without a name, that’s the best the anon can do.
A mischievous anon that tends to poke into places it probably shouldn't. Creator / bestower of Trick!Cards, and fully interactable!
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