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aboveallthings[In your hand is a fidget cube, a rounded white cube accented with buttons, dials, and switches in the color of a certain Family on the ship.
Play with any of the fidget cube's six sides and you'll receive a vision. There are two problems with this:
1) some very important information seems to have been blocked out, and
2) you know, with a bone-deep certainty, that this vision isn't yours.
But if this vision isn't yours...then whose is it? Maybe the color of your cube is a clue.]
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Play with any of the fidget cube's six sides and you'll receive a vision. There are two problems with this:
1) some very important information seems to have been blocked out, and
2) you know, with a bone-deep certainty, that this vision isn't yours.
But if this vision isn't yours...then whose is it? Maybe the color of your cube is a clue.]
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ZINC
Date: 2025-11-14 10:36 pm (UTC)~
He drives his motorcycle through the desert, looking out at that endless, endless horizon and trying to ignore the munching from the nonchalant passenger sitting in his sidecar. Eventually, though, he can't take it anymore. The rumble of his own stomach is enough to drive him crazy, even if the heat of the sun wasn't. He stops the motorcycle with the express purpose of venting his frustration.
"God damnit, ya piss me off! Why don't you drive for once?! Ya idiot!"
"Well, you see..." His passenger obligingly hops onto the main seat of the motorcycle to demonstrate how incapable he is. "I can't drive these things." True to his word, he somehow manages to only flip the whole motorcycle upside-down rather than move it an inch forward.
Grudgingly, he hops back into the driver's seat and continues the journey; they have a long road ahead of them.
"By the way..." his passenger asks once he's finished eating, "Where are we going?"
"[LOUD MOTORCYCLE NOISES]," he replies. "That's the closest town with mass disappearances. I told ya about it, right? About the people just vanishin' into thin air? [MORE LOUD MOTORCYCLE NOISES] is a ghost town now. With his name etched on the stone monument at the center of town...Pickles."
His companion eyes him with some renewed curiosity. Perhaps even suspicion. "Come to think of it, you never did tell me. How do you know so much about Pickles?"
He's quiet for a long, long moment, his expression turning serious. It's information that isn't exactly a secret, but, still, he doesn't feel like revealing it just yet. So instead of answering he blatantly points to something off in the distance.
"Wow, it's a [INCREASINGLY LOUD SOUND OF A USELESS PASSENGER EATING FOOD RIGHT NEXT TO HIM]!"
"Hey! Don't change the subject!"
Instead of answering, he keeps driving to the ghost town.