Un Lun Dun Scenarios!

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

Welcome to UnLondon!

Perhaps you climbed too high on bookshelves that should have ended a while ago, or spun a wheel that shouldn't have been spun in a creaky dark room behind an alley, or delved a little too deep in your dumpster diving, or fell down just the right (wrong?) manhole. Perhaps another force sent you here for reasons undefined, or you brought yourself here with your own power. However you got here, you've crossed the Odd and now UnLondon's got you--or maybe you've been here for a while and know what's going down.

So, what now? Perhaps you should take stock of where you are, first...

So, where are you?

1. The Rogueday Market

2. The Backwall Maze

3. The Wordhoard Pit

4. Wraithtown/just outside it

5. A bus/Manifest Station

6. The Roofdom

7. Mr. Speaker's Talklands

8. Puzzleborough

9. Webminster Abbey

10. Unstible's Factory

And who's stumbling upon you? Probably one of these handfuls. Oh, boy; how is this going to turn out?

OOC

1. Pick a place as listed above!
2. Pick a muse to play with--or two or three, or leave it up to me!
3. Say whether our muses have a pre-existing relationship or not (or, again, leave it up to me)!
4. I shall respond with a description of the setting and maybe some plot; you're free to ask for something else if you don't like it!
5. ???
6. Profit!

I would have included descriptions of the places, however, Chrome deleted the TL;DR and I don't feel like typing it up again, so it'll be revealed in the tag. Additionally, if you'd like the museboxing to take place in your muse's world (to turn the tables a bit!) just say so and leave a blurb or link about the world and I'll toss them at you :)

Comments

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[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

[At first, Hemi blinks in surprise.]

...you're not one of the bookaneers--how did you get in the Pit? It's almost impossible to get past reception!

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Um, I don't know anything about 'bookaneers' or reception, but... my name's Usagi.

Where is this?

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

[He appraises her for a solid thirty seconds.]

...you're in UnLondon. The Wordhoard Pit, to be exact. Where'd you come from?

[He looks wary, almost as if he expects you to be mean or something.]

[buntails.livejournal.com]

I'm from Tokyo. [He... looks like a foreigner.] In Japan.

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

[You're the foreigner here, darling.]

...all the way from there? [He's not exactly sure where that is, he just knows that it has to be across the Odd.] One crazy abnaut, aren't you.

[buntails.livejournal.com]

[Well that doesn't seem to make her too thrilled. She scowls as soon as he says 'abnaut'.]

I'm not a nut!

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

You're here completely on accident, aren't you. [He looks a little relieved. She doesn't know who he is. I mean, if she doesn't recognize the term...] An abnaut is someone who crosses the Odd like you did--though that's a crazy long way to come.

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Well.. yeah. [and you know what? It's kind of scary.]

Um... do you know how I can go back?

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

[His expression softens a little sympathetically.]

Sorry, mate. Most people who cross are only looking for one-way tickets and there ain't anything in the Book about another Shwazzy--that's the Chosen One, mind you, and she already came and went. Fat lot of good she did.

You could go see the Propheseers.

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Geez. Why is it always like this?

What are the Propheseers?

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

Buncha stuffy old farts who think they can tell the future, but they're really pretty useless now that the prophecy's bunked.

[He shrugs noncommittally.]

Still good at movin' the old Pons around, though--that's a bridge that can cross the Odd, take you home.

[buntails.livejournal.com]

So how do I get to them? I'll ask if they can send me back!

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

It's a bit of a problem to get to the Pons. Always where you don't want it to be, unless you know how to get to it. Who knows if the nutters have time for a lost abnaut, anyway?

[He scrutinizes her carefully.] You might be able to take a bus. Though I suppose you don't got any cash on you.

[buntails.livejournal.com]

I do but is Yen alright?

[Usagi rummages in her pockets and holds up a few coins as example.]

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

[He scrunches up his nose.]

Probably. 's not like the conductors turn people away, anyway.

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Then it's alright! I can pay them.

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

Mm. The conductors are all abnauts too, anyway.

[And he'll go back to staring into the pi, obviously waiting for something.]

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Um... hello? [Just staring like that is a bit disconcerting.]

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

[Blinking at you.]

What?

[You didn't expect him to go with you, did you? :|||]

[buntails.livejournal.com]

[She doesn't know where to go alone!]

Do I have to go all by myself?

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

[Sigh. Damn, you're pitiful.]

Look. You said you had money, right?

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Yeah but. I'll get lost. I don't even know the bus system here!

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

[Ignoring that.]

How much you got on you?

[buntails.livejournal.com]

Um... well... a few hundred yen?

[She holds out her palm, displaying a few coins.]

[alt-shopper.livejournal.com]

[Scuse him, nabbing one of those coins and biting on it, wrenching it to make sure it's real.]

Hmm--tell you what, gimme half and I'll take you there.

[This is from Tokyo--therefore probably worth a lot more than it would be in that city. Why no, he doesn't mind the horrific extortion. Ghost's gotta get by somehow, right?]