sheets all on the floor just like an ocean ...

[headandhand]

WHO: All y’all!
WHAT: Your regularly scheduled NAPs event for the month
WHERE: Fort Pillowtown
WHEN: Oct. 7-10
WARNINGS: Please use these if applicable!


Look at all of these bright, shining new faces! There’s even a few less bright, less shining faces - maybe even a few folks without faces - but hey, this city welcomes all types. Chances are, if you’ve just arrived, you're seeing some pretty crazy things, unless you're used to an eye-blinding amount of neon, robots, weird-ass technology, magic, and an omnipresent police force...and hey, if you are, congrats, you're gonna settle in juuuuust fine. But for the rest of you, the Head knows this has gotta be pretty overwhelming, right?

Well, since your quaint individual processing units are probably having a hard time, why not link up with another one? By which the Head means...

Hello, new citizens of Dualis,
and welcome to your monthly Network Adjacency Protocol~!

NAPs are a monthly community networking event similar to the Earth concept of speed dating! Two citizens (new arrivals and old hands alike) are placed at a table together with a handy cue card of queries to help break the proverbial ice. Ask queries and receive results, or ignore the card and yeet yourself straight into a brand new friendship! But don't be too shy, you've only got ten minutes together, and if you just sit in silence for the whole ten, the Network Admins are likely to come supervise and try to repair the uplink through a mild shock to the ol' central nervous system. You might find yourself saying all sorts of unintended facts about yourself if that happens...probably better to just make friends, right? Who doesn’t like friends?!

This month’s event is held at a new, super-comfy all-ages establishment called Fort Pillowtown. As the name suggests, it’s a large indoor space filled wall to wall with permanent pillowforts. There are a variety of sizes, shapes, and colors, with each individual fort constructed of gauzy hanging sheets, strings of soft lights, warm blankets, plush toys, a mini television with on-screen menu for choosing movies to watch and video games to play, and yes, lots and lots of pillows. Snacks and drinks of all sorts are available for purchase, as are whimsical onesies and comfy slippers to wear. Board and card game sets are also available to borrow or buy. Sounds like a dream, right?

So pull up a pillow pile, get to know your new neighbors, and enjoy a well-earned and comfy chill-out session. And hey, if you end up napping at NAPs, rest assured that it’s absolutely allowed.

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[chaosvessel]

He nodded, looking over to the consoles and collections himself. Video games had changed considerably in the time he'd slept and he reached out, taking up one of the cartridges, reading the title there aloud, "Battlelust."

He flipped the cartridge over, frowning as he read what it was about. "...a combat simulator with selectable fighters." He looks over to Sephiroth. "There's a battle mode for two players."

[sanephiroth]

Sephiroth raised his eyebrows slightly. Battlelust. Really.

"Hm. Are you interested?" The smirk is almost a challenge. Almost. He did just play one with Zack. Maybe he'll have the upper hand this time and he doubts Vincent will be the type to play by button mashing.

... that and he does want to get to know this strange man.

[chaosvessel]

When he was younger, he'd mostly kept to himself, which didn't afford much time for playing video games with friends. He'd never even picked only up in Gold Saucer, and yet...

"Maybe." He glanced over to Sephiroth, questioning. "Are you?"

[sanephiroth]

Sephiroth angles his head slightly, consdering the answer before he nods.

"Yes." He moves to rise, ignoring the staff who seems to be debating whether they should try to stop the duo from leaving the speed-chatting session.

"I've heard Turks know how to have a good time." There's enough amusement in his straight delivery to indicate a joke, hopefully. "When they're not on duty." Which, well... Vincent is no longer a Turk. He looks over at Vincent. The amused smirk more evident.

[chaosvessel]

"Not everyone shares my idea of a good time." And he assumed Sephiroth most likely wouldn't, either. He enjoyed reading, exploring, surveying, simply admiring the world around him, day-dreaming under a tree.

"Do...SOLDIERs not?"

[sanephiroth]

"Oh?" Consider him curious. Sephiroth really can't talk. He's read case and field reports out of sheer boredom.

He huffs at the question. "The average SOLDIER are known to get rowdy, especially when alcohol is involved." A pause. "I don't have that luxury." It's not self-pity so much as a fact - a rather sad fact considering his young age. He's Sephiroth. There's a public image to uphold.

[chaosvessel]

"No. I...enjoy exploring, observing, reading." He shrugs. "Some find that boring. I don't."

He arches an eyebrow as he looks over to Sephiroth. "What about here?"

[sanephiroth]

"I don't find that boring." He pulls the console and game closer to set it up. Soon, he's handing a controller over to Vincent as the TV springs to life. He settles back on the pillows after, carefully pulling his long hair out of the way.

"Here, I'm free but still shackled." He looks at Vincent pointedly. "I believe it's best for all on our Planet that I don't return." He doesn't know anything about his own future except guesses. He doesn't know much about Vincent either but he gets the feeling Vincent knows. Even though he hasn't shown any of the hatred or anger the others have.

[chaosvessel]

He takes the controller, but instead of looking to the screen, he simply looks down at the buttoned interface, concerned, saddened. He couldn't forgive the monster who nearly ended their world, but that man was not this man. This man had died and what had risen was a corrupted form of his intent, manipulated by JENOVA. Even in death, he'd been made a tool.

"Our Planet is beyond our reach...but I could say the same." Inside of him, caged but alive, was the roiling essence of Chaos. If he could keep it from the Planet, then it could survive.

[sanephiroth]

There's an elegant arch of his eyebrows. It feels like Vincent is referring to himself. How curious.

"Why is that?" Whichever of them Vincent is referring to, his question remains the same.

He presses start on the home screen, absently watching as the introductory cinematic plays.

[chaosvessel]

"Legends lost to the ages. A being called Chaos...lives inside of me." It was a simple answer to a lifelong question. Few alive even knew the legends, though he wondered if though all his reading, Sephiroth might have stumbled upon some mention of it.