IN THE BEGINNING. kian, entry thread

Nat typed too quick for his liking. Switching to reply to another of his chums, he found it wasn't too long before her window was again lighting up like a Christmas tree, notification after notification popping up at the bottom right of his screen like a stupid whack-a-mole game. Finishing up what he was saying, Kian returned to the other window after setting the Sburb server app to start up in the background. No use in taking even more time to start the game -- it'd already been too long to install the damn thing, let alone getting it in the mail. He wasn't about to wait another forever.


Pausing to check the Sburb game again, he slowly became amused by the dull start screen. Kian fiddled around with it a bit to navigate around the menu and figure out the mechanics (and failing to do so) before minimizing the window and bringing Nat's pesterlog back up, fingers tapping along the keys to let her sit and wait for a bit before typing again.

After a few minutes of silence on Nat's end, Kian realized maybe that was a little bit too harsh. He'd been around guys and talking to them for the most part (and Charlotte, but he didn't really count her), so his tact game was.. pretty off point. He bit his lip and twitched uncomfortably in his chair, not wanting to apologize right away but also not wanting to not apologize at all.

He waited for her response impatiently, cursing how she seemed to reply at lightning speed every other time but now. Kian busied himself with photoshop and other pesterlogs, praying she found the solution soon and wasn't too offended. He really didn't want to go find another client player, and plus if the whole "manipulating the environment" shit was true, he kind of wanted to screw up her room. Just for jokes.

When she finally replied after the Sburb window lit up, the sigh he let out in relief was probably audible way downstairs where his uncle was cooking, or something. His fingers tapped along the keys as quick as he could manage them to, tongue poking out the side of his mouth in as much concentration as he could to try and get his words right.


Enough of that. He opened the Sburb game and found a prompt that did indeed tell him to hit enter, asking if he wanted to accept the client attempting to connect with him. He pressed the key and sat back, brow furrowing just slightly at the screen that came up next. It looked like some weird math figure, neon green and.. changing?

Still half observing the colorful array behind his pesterchum window, he read through Nat's reply as quick as he could. He didn't want to miss what would happen after the prompts ran out and loading bar filled, fingers flitting across the keyboard as fast as he could get them to and leaving too many typos to count in their wake.


He minimized the pesterchum window and watched in earnest as the bar filled up and faded to a white screen, something else appearing soon after. In big GREEN letters, the screen read "Sburb", the font ridiculously childish and so much so that Kian couldn't help but shake his head. This game was not shaping up to what he considered "game of the year" material. Sims-esque prompts, Comic Sans worthy font choices, what was next? 2D side scrolling and identical enemies?

But as his pesterchum tab started to flash again, the logo disappeared to reveal something just a.. little more unsettling. He took a moment to open his documents and view a picture side by side with his gameplay window before replying to the messages.

Mostly trained on every move the Nat on his screen was making, Kian barely noticed the flood of blue text filling the pesterchum window beside it. He watched as she got up and went to go get something, and turned his head to where he'd layered the other window to click the text box and reply.


She -- or, whoever this blue haired chick was -- was pressing keys at random, seemingly trying to get her computer to work. Either that, or typing in some weird language or coding system. Kian tried to zoom in but found that despite the high quality of whatever feed he was getting, he couldn't quite see onto her computer screen.

His pesterchum window opened and he watched as what he was pretty sure were a pair of scissors fall to the floor, along with a pause before pseudo-Nat started to type again. More blue text filled his pesterchum window as she did so.


Kian dragged the house-shaped cursor towards the bed in the corner of the room, clicking and dragging for the hell of it. To his surprise, it lifted off of the ground and high into the air as his cursor did. In surprise he released the mouse, the bed instantly falling with gravity and.. crashing right through the floor down into a different room. He sat in shock for a few moments, praying that didn't actually happen, but judging by Nat's expression -- it probably did.

Once Nat had seemingly gotten over her epileptic fit of hyena screeches he waited for her to read the rest of his message, licking nervously at his lips. He knew she wasn't going to react well to the bed-sized hole in her floor -- he was pretty sure she lived in an apartment building, which only made it worse. Watching as she came over to the hole, he began to check with the controls a bit more.

Select, revise, deploy, the.. the.. the phernalia registry? Whatever that was. Grist cache, explore.. atheneum, and alchemy excursus. Kian had close to no idea what half of those things meant, but revise sounded like something that might be able to help the situation.


Clicking once on the open hole in the floor, he saw the slightest red dot appear but nothing happened. Brow furrowing, he tried again a couple times and huffed softly. Tongue pressing out the corner of his mouth in concentration he tried another tactic, starting at the top of the hole and clicking and dragging to the other corner, stretching a hollow red box across the open space. Releasing the trigger, it filled in the space in the hole with new floor.

Shit.