8. [Video/action]

[brodakota]

[Of all the Freelancers here, North is probably the happiest to see the Mother of Invention. For all intents and purposes, it's home for him, and after a few months of technicolour monsters and other weird goings-on, it's nice to see something familiar, dream world or not. He spends some time on the bridge, before heading out into the ship, seeing all the familiar places. Mess hall's still intact, and it looks like the common room is as well, with it's lousy selection of books. The training floor hasn't changed, and it's nice to see that his name is still where it should be on the Leaderboard. As troublesome as it is, he is number five and takes a decent amount of pride in that. They don't spend a lot of time there, taking out the nightmares quickly before moving on. It still brings back a few unpleasant memories.

Theta's been pretty quiet throughout the whole journey, but he skates alongside North's head, equally glad for the familiarity. The last time either of them saw this place had been in a dream, so the, somewhat real thing is good to have, and North lets his hand trace the wall. He rounds a familiar corner, and heads to a familiar room.

His barrack is pretty much how he left it. Bed, table, locker, all the comforts of home. He sits down on the bed. Home sweet home. After a few moments, he turns on the communicator.]

I was just thinking that anyone exploring this place might want to avoid the barracks, or at least rooms 1115 and 1116. 1115's mine, and 1116 is my sister's. If she shows up here, I don't think she'd approve of anyone going through her stuff, dream world or not.

[Private text to Xion]

I guess I can actually give you a tour of my world now, if you want it? Unfortunately there's not a lot of places for ice cream.

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[brodakota]

Yeah, it is. Well, the main base anyway. There were a few others.

[North's pretty glad about it as well. He hadn't realized he was homesick.]

Sure thing. I'm almost done here, really. I just want to visit the weapons locker.

[shadearchivist]

Are you hoping for ammunition, different guns, or both?

[Maybe he could go over and see what it was like. Even if the technology was different, it would be interesting to examine it. Surely Even would want to go.]

[brodakota]

Both really. I need a short range weapon since it's hard to use my sniper rifle in close combat.

Not to mention stock up on ammunition.

[North would be happy to show him around.]

[shadearchivist]

Could I trouble you for a tour at some point? It looks quite interesting.

[He would love to see what North's home was like, but any new world seems to hold some risk. Between the two of them, they would be able to handle anything that came up, he was sure.]

[brodakota]

Definitely. Whenever you want, just let me know and I'll show you around.

I can't say it's that interesting, but there are a few things to see at least.

[shadearchivist]

I could come over now if you have a moment. I wouldn't like to intrude.

/fudges with timelines a bit

[brodakota]

Sure. I'm mostly just poking around so I can meet you on the bridge.

seems legit

[shadearchivist]

[Ienzo nods.]

I will be over soon, in that case.

[He heads off; this should be an interesting adventure.]

[brodakota]

Sounds good. I'll see you there.

[shadearchivist]

[Ienzo arrives at the bridge in good time; it should be worth his while simply to investigate the new world. Hopefully they will find another clue regarding what exactly is going on in the realm of sleep.]

[brodakota]

[North's waiting on the bridge, casually looking out at the stars. It's kind of weird since he didn't spend a whole lot of time here.]

Hey! Welcome to the Mother of Invention.

[shadearchivist]

[Ienzo smiles at North. IT's good to see him calm and happy.]

Thank you for inviting me.

[brodakota]

No problem, although you don't really need an invitation I guess. It's an open world.

[shadearchivist]

Still, it's your home.

[Ienzo looks out the window.]

It's strange to think of those stars as something other than worlds.

[brodakota]

[North can't disagree with that statement.]

Yeah, those are just regular stars as far as I know. They're a long way away.

[shadearchivist]

That's vaguely unsettling.

[Ienzo turns away from the window. It doesn't seem right that the stars should be so alien.]

[brodakota]

I guess if you're used to them being worlds. There aren't a lot of windows in the rest of the ship, so I guess I can start showing you around.

[It's the best he can think of to avoid any more unsettling.]

[shadearchivist]

I'm sorry, I'm being troublesome and this is your home. It must be a comfort to see a familiar sky.

[How terrible it must be to look up at the stars in Twilight Town, for North.]

[brodakota]

Don't worry about it. I know it's a bit different from what you're used to.

But it is nice to be home. I did kind of miss looking out into space, sometimes. We weren't up here all that often.

[shadearchivist]

How extensive is this world - ship - compared to what exists in the waking world?

[brodakota]

It's pretty much the same compared to what it was in waking world, and it's obviously only a very small part of what I'd consider my whole world.

[If he were to include planets and colonies and all of that.]

I'd rattle off the specs, but that might not mean much.

[shadearchivist]

If there is no exterior to the ship, I suppose not.

[Ienzo notes the leaderboard; that was an interesting innovation.]

[brodakota]

From what I can gather, we're just floating in space. There doesn't seem to be any planets around or anything.

[shadearchivist]

Should there be?

[He'd be quite interested to see what planets look like here, actually, but it seems as if that isn't meant to be. And really, he's holding up their progress with his questions, isn't he?]

[brodakota]

Yes and no? There's a lot of space between planets, so we'd really only see one if we were close to it.

[North doesn't mind, although he's not sure he's smart enough to provide decent answers.]