TDRP: Minecraft - Log 2
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xp_logsTerry and Kyle explore, offer commentary on the weirdness of their environment, and accidentally discover they can make things.
Terry honestly wasn't sure how the whole 'inventory' thing worked, but since she and Kyle had started trekking about, heading toward different things that looked promising, she'd managed to acquire several chunks of differently-colored clay, a few of dirt, and eight bloody blocks of sand. "It's not logical," she said, stomping around in what she assumed was some kind of wasteland.
In truth, it was more like a prairie, but Terry wasn't inclined to be kind toward the ridiculously shaped environment around them. "And there's no — no physics behind it! Lookit that tree, Kyle! It's not even all the way connected!" Walking toward it, she punched the tree, just as she'd punched the sand and the clay and the dirt. Mostly, she was frustrated because she had no powers. At least Kyle had those adorable little drawn-on claws.
"Ter-bear, we had to punch a zombie to death and you're upset about the floating tree?" He shrugged — at least he tried, and he thought maybe he kind of moved a little — and then Kyle joined Terry in punching the tree. Like everything else, it made a little "pop!" sound and then turned into a cube, and then got yanked into the invisible pocket of space that he somehow knew was his stuff.
And then there was a noise, and a loud voice that was definitely not actually a voice said "New Recipes Unlocked" and Kyle fell flat on his ass. "What the actual hell was that did you hear that what the fuck recipes unlocked?"
Terry'd frozen as soon as the physics-defying tree gave up just one single block of tree. Eyes wide, she raised them to look skyward, then turned in a slow circle. "Aye," she said, nodding slowly. "Heard it… an' I don't…" She paused, though, to take a peek into her little inventory space. "I don't see anythin' like a recipe in m'pocket… och, wait."
Just as she'd said the word 'recipes' a little section to the right of her inventory'd lit up — and it did seem to have something to do with recipes. Maybe. "Um… try sayin' 'recipes' whilst y'look at your things."
"Okay just so you know, I feel like, stupid saying recipes…" She'd been right, there was a thing in the corner of Kyle's vision that opened up and it had the log he'd picked up — apparently it was acacia, and red on the inside — and another thing that had a red cube of wooden planks "Huh. We can turn stuff into other stuff." He grumbled to himself. "Okay, how does this work."
"I haven't the faintest," Terry murmured, closing out of her inventory so she could go back to punching the tree. As soon a cube of wood dropped, the voice returned, once again announcing 'New Recipes Unlocked.'
Puffing her cheeks out, she went back into her inventory, said the requisite 'recipes', and then started poking through the options after finding a tiny thing that indicated she could essentially flip through her options. "Well," she said, looking at the diagrams that kept changing. "Those're the ingredients t'get… whatever that thing is there. I'm not too sure how this'll — " She poked at the odd looking cube, frowning, until the recipe book told her it was a 'crafting table.'
"Now what've we got here?" Terry muttered. "D'you think we could use somethin' called a craftin' table, love?"
Our group discovers that they can not only talk to people nearby, but to each other - which is a surprise since they're scattered all over what seems to be an infinity large world.
Kyle seemed to have gotten distracted by some horses they'd passed a little while ago, but Terry had been more interested in a tiny little building of sorts she'd spotted in the distance. She ran toward it, noting that the sun was once more drawing perilously close to the horizon, and found herself standing in front of a door. There was a set of stairs that led downward to her left, and when she checked that, it seemed like some sort of very unfinished mine. There were a few squares of black dots visible, but she decided to investigate the door first.
Opening it, she stepped inside and found… a two-by-six room that held a small bed with red covers and… a trunk? Edging into the room, she peeked out the window above the trunk, then shrugged to herself and nudged it. Surprisingly, the trunk actually opened — and so did her inventory. Side-eyeing the whole display, she poked the blocks of sand she'd acquired and they left her inventory, appearing in the trunk instead.
"Lord, bless it," Terry breathed, grinning despite the situation as a whole. She quickly started poking all the other useless things she'd picked up while wandering through the prairie and everywhere else they'd been. "Kyle!" She called, poking a saddle in the trunk, delighted when it moved into her inventory. "Kyle, I've found some things! Saddles and bread and gold! And quite a few apples!"
Busy snagging different things and putting them into her inventory, it took Terry several long moments to realize Kyle hadn't responded. She closed the trunk and looked back toward the still-open door, seeing the sky had darkened significantly while she'd been exchanging things. "Kyle?" She half-asked, stepping outside — she could've sworn the horses were… over that way, somewhere. "Kyle!"
The darkness coming on made Terry hesitant to walk too far from the structure, given she now knew that zombies and spiders lurked around generally flat areas at night and she had no desire to die again. God only knew where she'd end up, if she even survived a second time. Reaching up to run her fingers through her hair in sheer frustration, her thumb snagging on the cartilage of her right ear as she did. Rubbing it to try to make it stop stinging, Terry grumbling, "Och, for Christ's bleeding sake," she swore.
It wasn't that Kyle had gotten lost exactly, it was that he was used to being able to tell where people were by smell, and sound and now he had half of the latter, none of the former, and he was so tired of walking and there had been horses.
Horses that ignored him completely until he'd punched another tree in frustration, and picked up one of the occasional apples had ended up in that weird place where all his stuff was and then — then the horse wanted to pay attention to him.
Blocky Lego Video Game World was fucking weird.
He'd managed to feed the horse several punchy-tree-apples and gotten it to actually follow him around when he heard Terry swear, somewhere just inside his right ear, and he yelped. "Holy fuck did you find your powers you are loud, Ter-bear."
Clarice Ferguson's teleportation was always accompanied with purple, but it had never sparkled like Jubilee on a can of purple Rock Star energy drink. It had never left a trail of lavender particles steaming behind her.
And she had never teleported into anything like what was in front of her.
Trees — dozens of trees, brown wood and green leafy... cubes. Wood made of cubes, leaves made of cubes, grass under her feet made of cubes.
Feet made of cubes.
Legs, cubes.
Everything, actually, made of cubes, even the little particles that still danced around her.
It was one of the most bizarre things ever and that was saying a lot for a woman who had been to outer space and turned into a guy for a week. Slowly, she turned in a circle, trying to figure things out. Nope, still more weird blocks of...cubes. "The hell is this?" she breathed once she realized that she wasn't in danger of being attacked at the moment.
Still rubbing at her sore ear, Terry continued cursing. She managed to keep it under her breath, though it got more and more colorful as she threw in bits and pieces of the several different languages she knew.
“HELLO?” Clarice yelled, turning in a circle. Nothing was attacking her, but that didn’t always mean much. “HELLO!!!” she called again. Nothing.
She couldn’t see the sun and had no idea where she was, so picking a direction, she began walking.
"Ter-bear, you have a potty mouth." Kyle muttered, and as the profanity got louder and more colorful, he clapped his hands to his ears to try to block at least a little of it. It did not help, and he muttered to himself about how this was a terrible fucking time for his hearing to kick in.
Terry cut off mid-curse, going immediately still aside from her fingers still massaging her ear. "Kyle?" She asked the thin air around her. "Are y'alright?" His voice'd come from inside her ear, which was just… odd. Not the strangest thing to've happened so far, though.
"Deaf and scandalized by your language." He was laughing though, a little. "Otherwise okay, I made a horsie friend!" Kyle was still laughing, mostly at himself. "Where the heck are you because I can't see you and I can't smell anything. Not even the horse, which is totes weird."
"I found a little… cottage? There's a bed and a trunk," Terry said, looking up and turning in a circle to find that the moon had risen while she'd been dipping into her mental reservoir of foul language. "Och, there's saddles in the trunk," she continued, dropping her hand from her ear finally as she smiled a little to hear him laughing.
As Clarice walked she reached to scratch her ear, which was weird because it wasn’t really itching. Psychosomatic much? When she did though, she began hearing Terry. Why was she hearing Terry? “The hell?” she asked, removing her hand, standing at the blocky, claw-like bit and then putting it back to her ear, “Terry!?” This made no sense at all.
Jumping at the addition of a third voice, Terry had to work the jitters out of her shoulders. "Clarice?" She asked. She got no response, though.
Kyle took his hand off his ear, and there was the tiniest click, almost too quiet for him to hear. He put it back, another click. Off, click, on, click, off, click, on, click. "Yo, guys I think wherever the hell we are, we have cell phones. In our skulls."
“We got what?!” Clarice yelped, unsure if anyone could hear her or not, but she could hear them and that was hella weird. And why was it that she thought cell-phone skulls were weirder than being a glitter thing in cube-land?!
"Comm units!" Terry exclaimed, though it did no good to anyone because she wasn't touching her ear. So she raised her hand, pressed it against her ear, and repeated herself. "Comm units! Kyle, can y'bring your new friend over t'the cottage? Clarice, where are you?"
Kyle poked himself in the ear again. "Our team comms, only in our skulls. I guess. Because I don't have pockets, just some weird, I don't even know, video game thing, inventory." He made a huffing sound, that was louder in his ears than normal. "I am pretty sure this is minecraft. Dori played it. I didn't really put two and two together until the freaky green cactus almost blew my ass up."
Darcy paused mid-sentence as she heard voices in her… head? Wait, comm unit? She pressed a hand against one ear, missing the quiet click that turned the comm unit on. “Bobby, are you hearing this stuff about the comm units? I wonder how we activate them…”
“Yeah, I hear something. Hmm, I wonder…” Bobby tried to think back to other games and movies, trying to think of what kind of gestures or methods they had. He looked at his wrist and didn’t see any kind of transmitting device. Then he touched his ear, but didn’t feel anything there either. “Fucked if I know,” he said, not realizing he’s just said that to everyone else. Whoops.
"Och," Terry half-scoffed, not one to criticize cursing for obvious reasons, but still wishing people would answer questions. "Alrighty, you lot. Sound off, names an' all, if y'please. I've got Kyle somewhere out there with a horse, in the dark, and Clarice is about as well. Who else is here? Apologies, I don't know everyone well enough to know your voices."
“Go for Bobby!” said Bobby, having always wanted to say something like that. “Heh. This is pretty damn cool.”
“This is Darcy, but seriously how does this work??”
"I got nothing. Phones in our skulls." Kyle said, while pushing his horse halfway down a hill. "Terry found a little house, and we should like, find each other and I got nothing for that. Anyone got any ideas?"
“Um yeah, a ton,” Bobby started. “We need to search for different biomes so we can farm stuff. Where is everyone? Like, what kinda shit do you see around you?” he asked for those unfamiliar with the game. “We should’ve started off pretty close-ish to each other if it’s accurate to the game.”
"Well," Terry muttered, resisting the urge to rub her eyes. "Seems we should meet up, then, yeah? Let's sort out where we all are."
Terry honestly wasn't sure how the whole 'inventory' thing worked, but since she and Kyle had started trekking about, heading toward different things that looked promising, she'd managed to acquire several chunks of differently-colored clay, a few of dirt, and eight bloody blocks of sand. "It's not logical," she said, stomping around in what she assumed was some kind of wasteland.
In truth, it was more like a prairie, but Terry wasn't inclined to be kind toward the ridiculously shaped environment around them. "And there's no — no physics behind it! Lookit that tree, Kyle! It's not even all the way connected!" Walking toward it, she punched the tree, just as she'd punched the sand and the clay and the dirt. Mostly, she was frustrated because she had no powers. At least Kyle had those adorable little drawn-on claws.
"Ter-bear, we had to punch a zombie to death and you're upset about the floating tree?" He shrugged — at least he tried, and he thought maybe he kind of moved a little — and then Kyle joined Terry in punching the tree. Like everything else, it made a little "pop!" sound and then turned into a cube, and then got yanked into the invisible pocket of space that he somehow knew was his stuff.
And then there was a noise, and a loud voice that was definitely not actually a voice said "New Recipes Unlocked" and Kyle fell flat on his ass. "What the actual hell was that did you hear that what the fuck recipes unlocked?"
Terry'd frozen as soon as the physics-defying tree gave up just one single block of tree. Eyes wide, she raised them to look skyward, then turned in a slow circle. "Aye," she said, nodding slowly. "Heard it… an' I don't…" She paused, though, to take a peek into her little inventory space. "I don't see anythin' like a recipe in m'pocket… och, wait."
Just as she'd said the word 'recipes' a little section to the right of her inventory'd lit up — and it did seem to have something to do with recipes. Maybe. "Um… try sayin' 'recipes' whilst y'look at your things."
"Okay just so you know, I feel like, stupid saying recipes…" She'd been right, there was a thing in the corner of Kyle's vision that opened up and it had the log he'd picked up — apparently it was acacia, and red on the inside — and another thing that had a red cube of wooden planks "Huh. We can turn stuff into other stuff." He grumbled to himself. "Okay, how does this work."
"I haven't the faintest," Terry murmured, closing out of her inventory so she could go back to punching the tree. As soon a cube of wood dropped, the voice returned, once again announcing 'New Recipes Unlocked.'
Puffing her cheeks out, she went back into her inventory, said the requisite 'recipes', and then started poking through the options after finding a tiny thing that indicated she could essentially flip through her options. "Well," she said, looking at the diagrams that kept changing. "Those're the ingredients t'get… whatever that thing is there. I'm not too sure how this'll — " She poked at the odd looking cube, frowning, until the recipe book told her it was a 'crafting table.'
"Now what've we got here?" Terry muttered. "D'you think we could use somethin' called a craftin' table, love?"
Our group discovers that they can not only talk to people nearby, but to each other - which is a surprise since they're scattered all over what seems to be an infinity large world.
Kyle seemed to have gotten distracted by some horses they'd passed a little while ago, but Terry had been more interested in a tiny little building of sorts she'd spotted in the distance. She ran toward it, noting that the sun was once more drawing perilously close to the horizon, and found herself standing in front of a door. There was a set of stairs that led downward to her left, and when she checked that, it seemed like some sort of very unfinished mine. There were a few squares of black dots visible, but she decided to investigate the door first.
Opening it, she stepped inside and found… a two-by-six room that held a small bed with red covers and… a trunk? Edging into the room, she peeked out the window above the trunk, then shrugged to herself and nudged it. Surprisingly, the trunk actually opened — and so did her inventory. Side-eyeing the whole display, she poked the blocks of sand she'd acquired and they left her inventory, appearing in the trunk instead.
"Lord, bless it," Terry breathed, grinning despite the situation as a whole. She quickly started poking all the other useless things she'd picked up while wandering through the prairie and everywhere else they'd been. "Kyle!" She called, poking a saddle in the trunk, delighted when it moved into her inventory. "Kyle, I've found some things! Saddles and bread and gold! And quite a few apples!"
Busy snagging different things and putting them into her inventory, it took Terry several long moments to realize Kyle hadn't responded. She closed the trunk and looked back toward the still-open door, seeing the sky had darkened significantly while she'd been exchanging things. "Kyle?" She half-asked, stepping outside — she could've sworn the horses were… over that way, somewhere. "Kyle!"
The darkness coming on made Terry hesitant to walk too far from the structure, given she now knew that zombies and spiders lurked around generally flat areas at night and she had no desire to die again. God only knew where she'd end up, if she even survived a second time. Reaching up to run her fingers through her hair in sheer frustration, her thumb snagging on the cartilage of her right ear as she did. Rubbing it to try to make it stop stinging, Terry grumbling, "Och, for Christ's bleeding sake," she swore.
It wasn't that Kyle had gotten lost exactly, it was that he was used to being able to tell where people were by smell, and sound and now he had half of the latter, none of the former, and he was so tired of walking and there had been horses.
Horses that ignored him completely until he'd punched another tree in frustration, and picked up one of the occasional apples had ended up in that weird place where all his stuff was and then — then the horse wanted to pay attention to him.
Blocky Lego Video Game World was fucking weird.
He'd managed to feed the horse several punchy-tree-apples and gotten it to actually follow him around when he heard Terry swear, somewhere just inside his right ear, and he yelped. "Holy fuck did you find your powers you are loud, Ter-bear."
Clarice Ferguson's teleportation was always accompanied with purple, but it had never sparkled like Jubilee on a can of purple Rock Star energy drink. It had never left a trail of lavender particles steaming behind her.
And she had never teleported into anything like what was in front of her.
Trees — dozens of trees, brown wood and green leafy... cubes. Wood made of cubes, leaves made of cubes, grass under her feet made of cubes.
Feet made of cubes.
Legs, cubes.
Everything, actually, made of cubes, even the little particles that still danced around her.
It was one of the most bizarre things ever and that was saying a lot for a woman who had been to outer space and turned into a guy for a week. Slowly, she turned in a circle, trying to figure things out. Nope, still more weird blocks of...cubes. "The hell is this?" she breathed once she realized that she wasn't in danger of being attacked at the moment.
Still rubbing at her sore ear, Terry continued cursing. She managed to keep it under her breath, though it got more and more colorful as she threw in bits and pieces of the several different languages she knew.
“HELLO?” Clarice yelled, turning in a circle. Nothing was attacking her, but that didn’t always mean much. “HELLO!!!” she called again. Nothing.
She couldn’t see the sun and had no idea where she was, so picking a direction, she began walking.
"Ter-bear, you have a potty mouth." Kyle muttered, and as the profanity got louder and more colorful, he clapped his hands to his ears to try to block at least a little of it. It did not help, and he muttered to himself about how this was a terrible fucking time for his hearing to kick in.
Terry cut off mid-curse, going immediately still aside from her fingers still massaging her ear. "Kyle?" She asked the thin air around her. "Are y'alright?" His voice'd come from inside her ear, which was just… odd. Not the strangest thing to've happened so far, though.
"Deaf and scandalized by your language." He was laughing though, a little. "Otherwise okay, I made a horsie friend!" Kyle was still laughing, mostly at himself. "Where the heck are you because I can't see you and I can't smell anything. Not even the horse, which is totes weird."
"I found a little… cottage? There's a bed and a trunk," Terry said, looking up and turning in a circle to find that the moon had risen while she'd been dipping into her mental reservoir of foul language. "Och, there's saddles in the trunk," she continued, dropping her hand from her ear finally as she smiled a little to hear him laughing.
As Clarice walked she reached to scratch her ear, which was weird because it wasn’t really itching. Psychosomatic much? When she did though, she began hearing Terry. Why was she hearing Terry? “The hell?” she asked, removing her hand, standing at the blocky, claw-like bit and then putting it back to her ear, “Terry!?” This made no sense at all.
Jumping at the addition of a third voice, Terry had to work the jitters out of her shoulders. "Clarice?" She asked. She got no response, though.
Kyle took his hand off his ear, and there was the tiniest click, almost too quiet for him to hear. He put it back, another click. Off, click, on, click, off, click, on, click. "Yo, guys I think wherever the hell we are, we have cell phones. In our skulls."
“We got what?!” Clarice yelped, unsure if anyone could hear her or not, but she could hear them and that was hella weird. And why was it that she thought cell-phone skulls were weirder than being a glitter thing in cube-land?!
"Comm units!" Terry exclaimed, though it did no good to anyone because she wasn't touching her ear. So she raised her hand, pressed it against her ear, and repeated herself. "Comm units! Kyle, can y'bring your new friend over t'the cottage? Clarice, where are you?"
Kyle poked himself in the ear again. "Our team comms, only in our skulls. I guess. Because I don't have pockets, just some weird, I don't even know, video game thing, inventory." He made a huffing sound, that was louder in his ears than normal. "I am pretty sure this is minecraft. Dori played it. I didn't really put two and two together until the freaky green cactus almost blew my ass up."
Darcy paused mid-sentence as she heard voices in her… head? Wait, comm unit? She pressed a hand against one ear, missing the quiet click that turned the comm unit on. “Bobby, are you hearing this stuff about the comm units? I wonder how we activate them…”
“Yeah, I hear something. Hmm, I wonder…” Bobby tried to think back to other games and movies, trying to think of what kind of gestures or methods they had. He looked at his wrist and didn’t see any kind of transmitting device. Then he touched his ear, but didn’t feel anything there either. “Fucked if I know,” he said, not realizing he’s just said that to everyone else. Whoops.
"Och," Terry half-scoffed, not one to criticize cursing for obvious reasons, but still wishing people would answer questions. "Alrighty, you lot. Sound off, names an' all, if y'please. I've got Kyle somewhere out there with a horse, in the dark, and Clarice is about as well. Who else is here? Apologies, I don't know everyone well enough to know your voices."
“Go for Bobby!” said Bobby, having always wanted to say something like that. “Heh. This is pretty damn cool.”
“This is Darcy, but seriously how does this work??”
"I got nothing. Phones in our skulls." Kyle said, while pushing his horse halfway down a hill. "Terry found a little house, and we should like, find each other and I got nothing for that. Anyone got any ideas?"
“Um yeah, a ton,” Bobby started. “We need to search for different biomes so we can farm stuff. Where is everyone? Like, what kinda shit do you see around you?” he asked for those unfamiliar with the game. “We should’ve started off pretty close-ish to each other if it’s accurate to the game.”
"Well," Terry muttered, resisting the urge to rub her eyes. "Seems we should meet up, then, yeah? Let's sort out where we all are."
