#Mattjö leitner

[nobodys-soldier]

On Monday, Charlie comes into work a little early. It’s a little odd, but she’s feeling productive, and wants to get her day over quickly. Unfortunately, her computer absolutely refuses to respond. It’s simply decided that it hates her this morning, and will staunchly refuse to do anything but throw a petulant fit. It is a small mercy, then, that when she knocks on the IT door, and, finding it unlocked, there is someone inside.

Someone asleep, but someone nonetheless.

@printer-mob

Oh. Shit. He’s sleeping. Uh…

“Excuse me? Hey- I need your help with- Do you think you could-” She whispers loudly, before cutting herself off. She feels bad waking him up, half-hanging awkwardly in the doorway. Maybe Charlie should just leave him?

[child-of-the-vast]

Orion is dreaming.

Dreaming that he is a child again, trapped at sea, floating amidst the wreckage of the plane. He holds tightly to the bear his father bought him in the airport, to comfort the small child afraid to fly.

There is something coming. It is coming and it will take the bear. It has already taken his parents in the smoldering wreck, and it will soon take any sense of normalcy his childhood might have. It will keep it, as a record.

The thing draws nearer, snatching the bear from the terrified child that Orion was. He forces his eye to open, to see the thing that has done this to him.

He catches a glimpse, before he wakes up.

It looks like Mattjö.

@printer-mob

He bolts upright in his bed, face slick with tears. They have nightmares often sure, but there was something so awful about Mattjö being there, about Teddy being there.

What the hell was that?

They pull out their phone and text Mattjö.

Hey

[nobodys-soldier]

…i think I’m mildly scared of you now

[j-s-archivist]

Hello!

I'm Mattjö, I'm the new IT coordinator here at the institute. I'd heard there was some trouble with digitizing statements. I'd love to offer any assistance I can. Just let me know!

Sincerely,

Mattjö Leitner

That last name seems…familiar.

But yes there is. I will contact you if there’s any further troubles.

[architecture-lover-ash]

*An email, from an unknown address, that ends in the Magnus institute domain.*

Hi there!

I know you don’t know me, but I’ve heard you know something about Smirke. My uncle was a huge fan of his. I heard he even built a library in his style. In any case I was wondering what your thoughts were on how the principles of balance could be applied to the digital.

I’ve been drawing designs in my spare time, although I’m really not much of an architect, or even an artist. There’s an idea I’m trying to get out that just sort of wormed its way in, you know.

How would you go about designing a Smirke-style data center?

Thanks so much for taking the time to respond!

Mattjö Leitner

@printer-mob

‘GASP!! That sounds really cool! I could probably help with that! Yeah!!! Woah!’

[little-watcher]

“fine.” it mutters, looking at the man warily. “we’re fine. just a rough reentry.”

someone falls onto the ground, clutching a small child to its chest. he can’t be older than 16, yet he holds the baby like it’s his own. it is. it wanders about, eyes curious. but not too curious. he looks around at the world, and sighs. it doesn’t matter. nothing does.

[3ris-d1st0rtionnn]

The lights overhead flicker and buzz slightly, a barely-perceptible static crackle settling into the air. It recognizes him, and it’s angry.

It allows itself to blend in with the crowd, waiting until he decides to look closer at a painting. It’s not often that Eris chooses to wait for its prey, but this is a special occasion… one that deserves a bit more devious trickery.

Eris quietly walks through the various rooms of an art museum, assuming a slightly more humanoid form to blend in with the crowd. That constant buzzing never leaves it, and it’s clearly confusing the other visitors who can’t discern the source of the noise. Eris seems content; it’s always fun to return to its roots.

A familiar face in the crowd catches its eye. Its head turns to acknowledge the presence, a few bystanders clearly shocked by the painful-looking angle its neck tilts at.

((OPEN RP TIIIIIIME

[child-of-the-vast]

I already did this lol. Nice map though!

Tag game!

Based on this one, I tought it would be fun to do it w/ TMA OCs!

Basically you go to pinterest and write "[name]core" and put here the first 9 pics that show up

Lucíacore

Alexcore

Tags:

@speyeralling-down-thy-majesty

@residentsofhollowville

@child-of-the-vast

+ anyone who wants to join :-D

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

There's a startled hiss and the door creaks open just enough to reveal a glimpse of glowing green cat eyes,who are now familiar to Mattjö.

There's an antique storage cabinet in a remote hallway of the Institute. It's adorned with swirling patterns that seem to shimmer when the light hits them.

There's a faint crying sound heard from it, and the door is slightly ajar, showing a hint of something bright blue.

[ask-tim-stoker]

oh.

there's way toouch going on for keep to even explain. I'm sure we have some leitners in artifact storage.

Hi there. Do you… work here? I’m new to the institute. It’s only been a month but I still barely know what’s going on. I’ve been working on a project, outside, and someone told me that finding work here would be the best way to continue it. I found my way into a man named Elias’ office and he hired me before I said a word. I don’t know what’s going on here, and I don’t know how it will help me find more books.

Can you help me?

Please?

@printer-mob

what are you looking for, exactly? I'd be... hesitant to help unless I know what your intentions are.

[casandaxel]

Axel groaned and sat down on the side of the road. “Duh. That was the point.” He muttered. He looked at his bike… he could drive with one hand. But it would be difficult and annoying. Shit. Now what?

Axel is riding through central London, hopelessly caught behind a throng of tourists crossing the street, when he notices someone. A tall, scrawny man with long blond hair and a black beanie is walking hurriedly down the sidewalk, clutching a messenger bag that seems to have left its best days long in the past. He holds tight to the bag, the way someone whose house burnt down clutches their last remaining possessions. But most importantly, this man reeks of fear. The fear of sudden death oozes from his pores and the scent is heady. Axel can't look away until a car honks behind him, telling him that the light has changed.

@printer-mob

Oh, this would be fun. Axel revved the motorcycle, going fast, faster, faster, until he was as fast as he could control, skirting right in front of the man. He made sure to go so close that the man needed to stop mid-step to not get hit. He loved the smell of this fear. The taste. It was delicious. Axel grinned, ready to turn around and go right back.

[architecture-lover-ash]

‘Yeah that sounds good! Just let me know the plan!!’

*An email, from an unknown address, that ends in the Magnus institute domain.*

Hi there!

I know you don’t know me, but I’ve heard you know something about Smirke. My uncle was a huge fan of his. I heard he even built a library in his style. In any case I was wondering what your thoughts were on how the principles of balance could be applied to the digital.

I’ve been drawing designs in my spare time, although I’m really not much of an architect, or even an artist. There’s an idea I’m trying to get out that just sort of wormed its way in, you know.

How would you go about designing a Smirke-style data center?

Thanks so much for taking the time to respond!

Mattjö Leitner

@printer-mob

‘GASP!! That sounds really cool! I could probably help with that! Yeah!!! Woah!’

[child-of-the-vast]

“Hello?” The call out to the man. They have no idea where they are or what’s going on here, but the strange structure draws them in. It’s intriguing to say the least.

Orion walks out of the forest confused. By all accounts, they should know this place. But something about it is different. The ground hums a different tune. They brush their hair out of their face, avoiding the respirator they wore. He shoves his hands back in his pockets as he walks. He has no destination in mind. Only hoping to find some answers.

[little-watcher]

tha nk yo u! im alr ight thou gh, jus t doi ng a little th ing wit h my fa mily:)

hap py bir thday to m e

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

"Shouldn't have insisted on drinking,Jesus Christ. And I could have hurt him,but I did not. i only messed a little."

It rolls its eyes, stepping through a neon green door that wasn't there before. They don't have much to lose if the spooky printer decides they're not friend material for him, oh well.

Outside the door of the library, Amelie sees Mattjö waiting once again, a gangly figure that doesn’t quite fit into the corner.

“Alright. It’s time I fill my end of the bargain. What do you want to know about me?”

@printer-mob

Amelie blinks in surprise of seeing him. They almost forgot about him.

"I am... Not certain. Whatever you are willing to share, I suppose,and then we'll take it from there."

[3ris-d1st0rtionnn]

AwWwW, WHerE aRe yOU gOinG?¿

Its voice pierces above the noise of the crowd, which has devolved into a cacophony of laughter and incomprehensible syllables. His hand pushes against a solid wall; a painting of a hallway hangs where the door once stood.

CoME oN, DOn’t bE So CoLD! yOu ReMEmbEr Me!¡!

Eris quietly walks through the various rooms of an art museum, assuming a slightly more humanoid form to blend in with the crowd. That constant buzzing never leaves it, and it’s clearly confusing the other visitors who can’t discern the source of the noise. Eris seems content; it’s always fun to return to its roots.

A familiar face in the crowd catches its eye. Its head turns to acknowledge the presence, a few bystanders clearly shocked by the painful-looking angle its neck tilts at.

((OPEN RP TIIIIIIME