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Is there a charge for late returns? [14 Feb 2006|01:46am]

Teena's entrance was a little different from the usual. Instead of just abruptly being somewhere she wasn't a second ago, she slowly faded in walking along a path in the park. She was humming quietly to herself.

...An Aerosmith fan would realize she was humming 'Rag Doll'.

The park wasn't a particularly high-traffic area, but she knew if anyone wanted to talk to her, they'd be by.
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And the returns keep coming. [10 Feb 2006|05:26pm]

The familiar gold rings of a Chaos Gate transport shimmer, as the TwinBlade coalesces into existence. "Wha...? This isn't ΔHidden, Forbidden, Holy Ground.... Hold on, I do know this place!" Recognition dawned in his eyes as he took in the sights and sounds of the Patchwork University campus. "It's been a long time, hasn't it? Oh well, time to have a bit of fun!"
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You don't see that every day. [07 Feb 2006|05:02am]

Although the sight of a rhino trodding through the streets would have been terribly out of place in a lot of cities, it wasn't that much of an oddity for a place like Patchwork Earth. It definitely wasn't the strangest thing to happen here, not by a long shot.

Of course, the fact that a pink-haired girl was sitting on the rhino's back made it a little bit stranger.

He stopped at a street corner. He'd never been here before, though someone had invited him once, a long time ago. A lot had happened since then, and he wasn't even sure if now was a good time to visit. He had some spare time, though, and the girl had also wanted to come, just not alone.

"Is this it?" He asked, looking back at the girl.
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Any landing you can walk away from... [15 Jan 2006|07:12pm]

"You know, it's funny." Scott clutched his side as he leaned against the flaming wreckage that had once been Cid's plane.

Cid cinched a bandage tight around Jaeger's head. The Finder was unconscious. Likely dying, though nobody was talking about it. He didn't say anything.

"Before we left? I found some papers... I guess Patch wrote them. They sounded like real PE ancient history stuff. Did you know there was a big crash... I guess it was this ship that went through the multiverse. And it crashed pretty bad. There was a book that was kinda sorta named after the ship. Called 'Tears of the Phoenix'..." He shrugged.

Cid lit a cigarette off of the fuselage.

"...That's not funny at all."
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[15 Jan 2006|03:13am]

In a repeat of events past, the now restored Nix makes her way towards a familiar fountain. A battered and well-worn paperback she carries in-hand, with a dangling charm from the bookmark reflecting sunlight and in-motion with her walking. Reaching her destination, she carefully sits down on the foutains edge, not needing to re-adjust her skirt as she's wearing a pair of jeans. Opening the book from the marked page, she resumes her reading.
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A return, of sorts [04 Jan 2006|04:41am]

"It's been a while since I've stood on the soil of this world," Ail (in the guise of Seijuurou) mused. He had been tending the Tree, with Ann and the rest of his reborn people, since the end of the conflict that had drawn them here and gave cause to restore their former nature. "I wonder how much of it I'll even recognize."

Arriving at Patchwork University, the very place that Ann had rediscovered the truth of their past, he sat on the edge of the roof and looked down over the immediate area.
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[01 Jan 2006|01:55am]

After taking up Patch's offer, Centra had used the weird book to arrive at her new destination, Patchwork Earth. Readjusting her baggage with spear (carefully wrapped up) in hand, she started to walk, looking for any sign pointing in the direction of the university or the pub mentioned in the conversation. A few more minutes of this had her hopelessly lost. Knowing her luck, Loire probably walked in the wrong direction or landed in a completely different part of this world.

She now found herself in a busy market, frustrated as hell.

"Dammit, where the hell is that place?"
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[30 Dec 2005|11:24pm]

Rob, in a move out of boredom, is flying around the city, so far just a bright speck gliding around the top of the high buildings above. He's wearing a leather jacket, and a Famous T-shirt with a white star on it, in an effort to further refer to Starman. He looks down, watching the people below him, who ocassionally look up to regard this bright light fluttering around the city. He draws in a breath and steels himself as he dives down lower through the buildings.
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Just stopping by... [23 Dec 2005|02:17am]

Teena wandered the more high-traffic areas of Patchwork Earth, looking around idly. She knew she hadn't been around for a while. Lack of internet access due to moving would do that to a person. She wouldn't be able to be around for long, just until a day or so after Christmas, but hey, it was something.

She seemed somehow different from the last time anyone had seen her. She didn't look any different, but she seemed...more solid, in some way. More real. Not to mention a good deal more relaxed.

She wondered absently if anyone would notice she was there and come say hi.
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[29 Nov 2005|11:43am]

Lee had corrected the typos on her resume after Mr Brennan had told her to in the Nexus, in fact she'd done more than that, she'd retyped the whole thing from scratch six times before she got it right with no errors, well only one error but that was deliberate. The word 'abliity' stood out like a sore thumb, but not wanting him to underestimate her intelligence, she'd orchestrated the error to appear as merely carelessness rather than an inability to spell. She religiously proofread it over and over, not wanting there to be any mistakes other than the obvious one.

The PE Futurephone hadn't been quite so easy to fathom, she wasn't even sure if she had the right place. Smoothing her perfectly tailored pencil skirt down, and gently palming the seamed stockings up towards her thighs, she tried to get the rear view by peering over her shoulder and raising her legs out backwards to ensure the seams were straight. The task was nigh on impossible, so she ran her finger down the seam, nudging it into place wherever she felt a kink in the vertical line.

Taking a deep breath, she placed the bound resume in the crook of her arm and knocked timidly at the door to what she hoped to god was his office.
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Where are you people from? [07 Nov 2005|02:11pm]


Put yourselves on the map. Let me know where the PE community hails from.
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OOC: PE Discussion Forum! [30 Oct 2005|11:33pm]

Yes, there's now a forum set up over on the Official PE Site.


There's a special board section entirely for this RP comm. Drop in!
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Exodus / Exodus [29 Oct 2005|01:50am]

Two-Face looked at his pair of minions, the two freaks who'd followed him to this strange world from Gotham. They'd managed to cause a great deal of trouble, most of it unnoticed by the general public... but it was because of an agreement brokered with Patch himself, one that had rankled the former DA from the beginning. Now, they knew it was time to go. Grundy said nothing, and Ridder was babbling about beetles and origami as he had for the past few months. He sighed and flipped his coin--idly.

"Wait for us!" Two mirror image women were running towards them, and Two-Face smiled. Siamese did not, however, get a chance to catch up with them, as everyone was vanishing already, returning to their respective worlds, restoring order. The other living Noh agents were as well, and those that had died in the battle for Kabuki were returning to the timestream, history rewinding, placing them back where they belonged. Only Ukiko Kai remained, still looking for her love Akemi, who had vanished as the struggles were ending. Would there ever be peace for them?
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Legitimate Business! [29 Oct 2005|01:36am]

Blackrock surveyed the small stall his people had set up on the Island Malkulth, where tourists were zipping past on their way to explore the strange new world. It was a small beginning, but if there was one thing he knew, it was how to parlay a small business into a giant one. What was unusual for Blackrock was that the stall was offering clothes. A set of specially-designed gear, lightweight and with a number of pockets designed for PE necessities like Futurephones and Primers. In an array of designer colors and with custom logo work for an extra fee, he was already making a killing. It hadn't occurred to him yet how mostly-irrelevant money was on the nanotech utopia that was PE. He sat surveying his wares and waited for the inevitable familiar faces to stop by his shop.
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Exodus - Resistance Begins [22 Oct 2005|01:36pm]

"No! We're not going!" Shinj grabbed Lain's shoulders. "I'm not going back to that, that life! And I'm not leaving you!" Lain bit her lip. She didn't want to leave him, who walked through Hell to save her, to show her that she wasn't alone, but she didn't know how to stop what was happening. Shinji was throwing things into their bags
indiscriminately. Finally she had to take his arms, lest he shake himself to pieces.


"Lain... we know what it's like for us back ho... back where we were. We know what will happen. I'VE SEEN WHAT I'M LIKE AFTER IT HAPPENS. I met him. Me. I don't want to be like him. I don't! And we won't remember any of this... it'll be like we never came here at all. I don't ever want to forget you."

She was crying, and so was he. They held each other, and she mumbled "okay" into his shirt.

Twenty minutes later, they were off the grounds of the campus and into the woods. The Primers were still set on auto - the voices became a little more mechanical, a little less believable. It would be some time before their absence was noticed. At which time the sirens would go up and the search would begin.
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Gold Rush [22 Oct 2005|01:20pm]

Patch returned to his world with his son riding on his shoulders and a large, secure case traveling behind. Scott and the others received him, but were harried by the continuing exodus. His son ran off--the world's great mysteries didn't interest him so much as seeing his mothers and sister again. Patch, for his part, lit up a Nano Blue and let the smoke slowly creep down his lungs. He hadn't been able to smoke them on his time-travel jaunt, and the nanites slowly began repairing parts of his body damaged by the local, native nicotine. Then he poured himself a drink and slumped into a nearby chair.

"Did you find what you were looking for?"

Patch frowned. "We won't know until we test it." He kicked the case absently and let the scotch follow the smoke around his system until his nerves started to settle. Cairo hadn't been a pleasant part of the voyage. Seeing the Corsairs and the Spanish fight it out with the League of Ten in the streets had been too much like the Magus War for his tastes. Butters, for his part, had watched things with a detached eye for detail. When the Negro linguist had been loading the cannon during the retreat, he was fascinated by the laboreous process, so different than most of the weapons he'd seen. Patch, for his part, was more concerned about one of the toppled carts and the bounty they held - one of the forgotten loads from the raid at Bonanza.

When King Solomon was given wisdom by God, it's believed that it was an understanding of alchemy and natural philosophy. He left the Middle East towards the end of his life and set up somewhere far off--presumably the Solomon Islands. His library is said to have held the first modern laboratory, and that he discovered the Philosophick Mercury - a charge that is supported by supposed rumors of pure gold that is in fact heavier than it should be found in those islands.

Some gold was taken from those islands, raided by the Spanish based in Manila, and sent to Acapulco on the famous Spanish Galleon, where it ran afoul of some famous personages, and in which the town burned. Soon enough a viceroy was making a mad scramble to get the gold into Europe and the hands of the Alchemists when outside of Bonanza the ship was boarded and claimed by the League of Ten, oar slaves led by Moseh de la Cruz and the infamous Half-Cocked Jack, King of the Vagabonds. They took the gold and began fleeing East. In Cairo, while searching for a passage through to the Red Sea, they came into conflict with old enemies of Jack's amongst the French sponsoring the mission, and a pitched battle broke out. So it was that some of the carts were lost, and Patch was able to step in and claim some of the legendary gold for himself.

Now, the gold seemed to weigh around his neck. He searched for knowledge, but this gold was cursed. and stained with blood. He pictured Sir Issac Newton's bloodlust, and the hand holding the glass shook.

"Boss?" Scott hefted his gunblade over his shoulder. "It's almost time for the kids to go. Do you want to see them off, or...?"

Patch said nothing.
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It's time. [12 Oct 2005|09:25pm]


And now we begin.
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GODS DAMMIT! [09 Oct 2005|12:33am]

So I've got Moveable Type installed, right? And MT-Check says everything's A-Okay. Except that the login DOES NOT WORK.

I'm gouging my eyes out from staring at that error message over and over. I don't know how to fix it!

Someone smarter than me please help!
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Big Things Coming! [05 Oct 2005|01:22am]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yom_kippur - "Yom Kippur is the Jewish day of repentance, considered to be the holiest and most solemn day of the year. Its central theme is atonement and reconciliation."

If there's one central theme to the story of Patch Brennan, it is that of atonement and reconciliation.

So join with me on Yom Kippur, October 13, 2005, as Patch steps into the public eye once more.

"Patchwork Earth: A Node of the Oneironet" will be the home for all PE and LM4 related material, a new experiment in the field of evolving narrative and interstitial fiction, a portfolio, a bLog, a wiki, a marketing tool, and much more. More information will be released as we get closer to the date.

And then coming Halloween, October 31, 2005 - a pair of serial stories by online subscription set in the world of Patchwork Earth.

November, 2005 marks the alignment of real time with that of LM4, as readers may or may not be aware. "Lazy Metaphors" begins in November of 2005 as a world-weary Patch Brennan returns to the city that once was his home for a week-long stay that soon became much more - and the beginning of the end. We'll be celebrating that month with a series of major events that will cement PE's place in and on the 'net. You will NOT want to miss it.
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The Wanderer [02 Oct 2005|10:28pm]

There have been whispers, lately, of a creature that wanders through during the night. It appears to be a woman wearing a corset style bodice and a top hat, black pants and boots. Around her neck is what looks like a dog's choke-chain with a tag attached to one end. "Temperance" carefully engraved in the little tag, and the only time the chain comes off is when she's about to wade into one form of violence or another...

Sometimes she stops, says hello, smiles before scampering away like a slap-shy puppy that's been abused too many times to know how to trust anyone. More often she can be seen in the bars, lingering near the back doorway, waiting for something... Usually she finds it, either in the form of a fight, which she seems to take an almost sexual delight in... or an interlude in the back alley which leaves her would-be lover with blueballs and a bit weak from bloodloss...

She never lingers once she has had her night's entertainment, and never visits the same bar or party twice in the same week, but predictibly she is there every night, hunting...
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