#interdimensionalburnout

[sugarstarlights]

Hey @interdimensionalburnout your absolutely necessary suggestion that was the basic premise of this whole plan won me my own plane of reality and a lot more breathing room, I owe you several. Pick a type of candy you can't go wrong with. I'll go wild. And then also let me know whatever you would /actually/ find useful.

[madrimultitool]

@interdimensionalburnout

Is the burnout in your name the same way I feel after I'm being rushed through what feels like years worth of experiences within the span of seconds only because I'm too stupid to figure out how to do a better way?

Also no it is not that kind of multitool my bad name's Jamie.

[twotiime2]

>DING! The ask in the box just has a glowing green [PRESS for freaky animal juice], and sure enough, pressing it will get you just that. Berri's a flashy creature, in her own way, and the sample of oil appears in a flash of light from the screen the ask is interacted with. It's held aloft by a semi-translucent hand, a smooth and feminine hand with rough, pixelated edges. In it's green-edged fingers it holds a half-quart mason jar, labeled "Knuckle Duster Oil, just add electric charge! -B"

>Once taken from the digital hand, the thing seems to fall apart into tiny black cubes, just as translucent as the hand, and lined with fading green light, before the hardlight fully dissolves.

Simon has to answer the ask on one of his hard-light tablets in order to make sure the item doesn't get held out of HIS EYE, but it works just the same. Before the hand can disappear, just for a moment, Simon laces his technopathic hand with its digital one, expressing thanks in an intimate gesture; it isn't held long before it's allowed to de-rezz and dissolve.

hey, thank2! ii don't remember what you mean wiith the electriic charge biit but ii'll get thii2 two my organiic analy2t2 a2ap.

[seashaper]

[Delivery! An ask arrives, reads as follows: "To receive your de-cursified (and non-sentient) gauntlet, first turn your screen brightness all the way up, and press [THIS] button!"

[> What arrives when the button is pressed, is a floating box, conjured by flecks of light emerging from the screen. Tiny cubes, pixels that form mass from light, emerge from the extra-bright screen, forming the gift-wrapped box atom-by-atom. It's a metal box, lined on the inside with the rough-cut padding of some old coat; the box itself is wrapped in silver wrapping paper and tied-off with a dark-blue bow.

[>Inside the box, the Gauntlet has been returned, unchanged physically, but the air about is lighter, the freezing chill reduced to a minor cold that puts a bit condensation across its shimmering surface, like can of cola pulled from the fridge. The glove itself feels lighter, and causes no more pain to wear, no compulsion to wield. A note is written, from Maria, that reads:

[> "So we ripped the curse out of it real clean like and kept it as a kind of informal payment for services we otherwise would've rendered for freesies. I tested it myself, post curse-extraction. Thing's ahhhh pretty nice. Wish I had a soioa mold, or something that could make mirrored duplicates of weapons and gear- this thing would be insane with as a matched pair. Enjoy-" the note is signed "M, B, and Y," and is written on yellowed but fancy stationary, poorly folded and crammed between the liner and the box to keep it from getting wet.

[After their first morning class, Madison Rook checks their messages in an empty classroom, still sitting behind the front desk with their recently turned-in to-be-graded classwork. They certainly haven't been looking forward to this, so it's particularly nice to observe the ask heralding the arrival of something they /have/ been deeply anticipating.

Clearing off an area of the desk, they summon the item, a fascinating manifestation to watch, arriving as a container more ornamented than they'd expected. Quite lovely, though; if this were a different scenario, they might tip for the aesthetically additional service.

The tiefling's eyes glitter as they land on the gauntlet inside the box, lid set carefully aside. Before touching anything, Rook runs a quick scan of a distanced Identify; they entirely trust the de-cursing to be complete, but it doesn't hurt to ensure every positive trait remained intact. Seemingly they have, and as Rook scans the tucked-away note, sharp fingers drumming against the paper, they nod to themselves. A job well done. These expert crafters in question sure did add "ahhhh" in writing to the note. The offside comment at the end of the note certainly gives them some inspiration, but that's to work on later.

Picking the gauntlet up gently, Rook slides it on over their thin black glove, the freezing aura emanating from the inside now a gentle chill. Perfect. The obsessed arcanist's pulse can't help but pound in their chest as they think of all the magic and art they can create with this newly harmless artifact. It's great that the others had removed the curse to keep, but Rook still intends to owe them a favor. At the bare minimum, they owe a thank you note, and pick up a piece of their own stationary with which to begin such a task.]

[mushroompollution]

@interdimensionalburnout

whoa! does that mean it survived the apocalypse, or it was made with ingredients that survived one? more importantly, was it good?

[creepy-crowleys]

@interdimensionalburnout: Humorous answer: Stick a knife in his hand every time he threatens you. Old family trick, never fails!

Unfortunately, they're a ghost inhabiting a book - no hands to stab.

And I'd like to keep the book if at all possible, so stabbing it at all isn't an ideal solution. I've gotten some mileage out of threatening to singe or tear its pages though!

[jujulebee]

❖ Real talk is there like, 1 color or pattern or fabric you just can't reconcile with? For me it's denim.

hmmmmmmmmmmm

not reallllllyyyyy? like theres some stuff im like, neutral 2, but nothing i straight up like, cant stand

like im not a huge paisley person but i think its supes cute in certain sitches & like im not huge in2 like scratchy fabrics n stuff but i think thats just a general thing 4 ppl

[le-devoir]

@interdimensionalburnout @gardenenbloom @autokrates

It's always nice to feel -W-elcome. Good morning! My name is Savana, but please, call me Savvy. It's lovely to meet you all.

Afraid I -W-on't be a-W-ake for much longer, I'm terribly cranky -W-ithout my beauty sleep. But thank you so much for the -W-arm -W-elcome!

[lastlycoris]

@interdimensionalburnout :

Hey homie I'm Hermes! Euridice is a cool name! My Cousin's named that! Whattayamean by webnovel?

Thank you. Hermes is a cool name as well. I'm guessing your family is into mythology names, much like mine.

Webnovel is a novel that is posted online, usually daily or weekly with short chapters. Some webnovels have been going on for years with close to 2-3000 chapters. There's a lot of genres - sort of something for everyone.

How are you? And other than the mishap at the bar?/store?, how does being home feel?

[cute-n-capable]

@interdimensionalburnout (☁️)

combat training!! attendance is generally mandatory, but... there is a lot to do, today!! surely they will be fine for a moment without me!!

[sugarstarlights]

..Wait, /have/ I seen several versions of this person's alternates' blog or is my memory just so bad that I've been going through cycles of feeling like I'm meeting them for the first time. Parts of the last few years are a blur and that in particular has not remained the clearest sequence of events. Time is fake, guys.

[emberoops]

@interdimensionalburnout replied to your post “writes you a poem so abstract it’s nonsense”:

Still felt something reading it! Good poem!

​thank youuuuuuu

im gonna be so for real the words were chosen at random. (by which i mean specifically the end-line words, not all of them.) that's how i like to do this specific poetic form. i just grab some words and start playing.

[blindedmewithscience]

@interdimensionalburnout replied to your post “Sometimes it kills me that I cannot share more of...”:

You could probably do whatever you want if you don't get caught

​If only that were true. My situation is rather unique, unfortunately. I literally cannot share this work.

[twotiime2]

ii'm not keepiing 2alvage ii don't need, berrii, iit'2 all your2. you ju2t tell me what you're lookiing for.

hmmmm. can you catch one aliive? ii2 that a thiing? ii could get an actual genetiic 2ample for you.

Oh aye, yeah I guess I wouldn't be borrowing if I'm going to be using it long-term. If you wanna help me pick through some old fart's private research study later, though, I wouldn't say no! You can keep anything cool you find, too.

There's only a handful of these things left. No one's got a name for these that I know of, but on Wayouddy's nearer moon, Ub'dair, they call em Knuckle Dusters, and they're not brave in the face of fire, or without their numbers.

[occidere-diem]

@interdimensionalburnout

Hello. You are my second follower. Luckily, I don't believe in the phrase "second is the first to lose." So you're just as valuable as the first, to me.

[mushroompollution]

@interdimensionalburnout

ohh, neat. are you going to return them to their rightful owners?