[open] Fourth Wall 1

[theearth]

Who: EVERYONE including visitors
What: This is the first general post for the fourth wall. This post is for network posts/conversations, logs and every other possible interaction, and visitors can top-level.
When: 2nd of January
Where: Everywhere inside the five echo boundaries.
Warnings: Please warn in the subject line of your threads if anything comes up!

Fourth Wall OOC information! As a reminder: Visitors may tag all posts tagged "-fourth wall" that are posted on savetheearth.

Special things happening today: A sudden surge in Vermini and Vermedi activity! Some of them are aggressive towards the numbered and will attack, but some seem rather interested in herding or baiting people with numbers towards other people with numbers... They clearly want as many numbered as possible to be together or at least not be alone today.

Comments

[immigrantpunk]

I thought you were going to help me get home, but that was before I found out I've apparently been cloned.

[grannyfucker]

You've been cloned? [He scoffs.] What do you think this is like for me? I step outside to help a poor fella and find someone who looks like he could be my...twin...

[Suddenly he feels like the air is punched out of him and he knows it's an echo. Sure enough, Jovan now remembers a disturbingly similar situation--a kid popping up out of nowhere claiming that he and past-Jovan were brothers.]

Oh fuck.

[immigrantpunk]

[... You know what, this guy has officially crossed over the threshold on the Weirdo scale that makes Jayden not want to deal with him anymore.]

Okay, never mind, I'll find a way home myself.

[Time to find the nearest pay phone and call home. His mother may literally kill him for this.]

[grannyfucker]

[NO, POTENTIAL TWIN(???) BROTHER, DON'T GO]

Wait! Look, uh--who are your parents?

[immigrantpunk]

Why? You think we're really long lost brothers or something?

[He doesn't remember any stories about either of his parents visiting Czechoslovakia back in the Soviet days, thanks very much.]

Pavel and Indira Zharkov, if you have to know.

[He gives a defiant look, as if daring him to recognize the names.]

[grannyfucker]

[Jovan pauses upon hearing the names, and then wonders why the hell he even asked that in the first place. It's not like he even knows his mom's name. She could very well be named Indira Zharkov, for all he knows.

...Yeah, this was a dumb idea. Let's backtrack.]

Okay, never mind. Look, does the name Evžen Burzek mean anything? We've got to be related somehow, people don't just show up with the same face without there being some kind of family drama goin' on behind it!

[immigrantpunk]

No, I've never heard of anyone with that name. Who is that, your dad?

[grannyfucker]

[Dammit. He sighs.] Yeah, it's my dad.

Look, are you sure your mum hasn't--you know, done the mattress jig with anyone else? Done some squat jumps on more than one cucumber in the patch?

[Jovan holds his hands out as if holding an invisible weight--perhaps the girth of the cocks of all the possible babydaddies all lined up. He at least takes care to speak at a lower volume than normal, though.]

[immigrantpunk]

[UH EXCUSE ME THAT'S HIS MOM YOU'RE TALKING ABOUT HERE. Jayden looks vaguely enraged, but he forces himself to take a deep breath and not just throw a punch. Because, to be fair, it's a decently logical question.]

Awww c'mon man, can we not with the vivid descriptions here? I don't know, I never asked her about that shit. How old are you, anyway?

[grannyfucker]

Twenty-one.

[immigrantpunk]

Shit, you're older than me. I'm seventeen.

[He has no idea what his parents were up to four years before he was born.]

My parents weren't married yet when you were born?

[That's all he can offer.]

[grannyfucker]

...Neither were mine.

[This doesn't help them at all.]

Look, there can't be this many coincidences without us being related somehow! It's destiny, my weird magic alien memories say so!

[immigrantpunk]

[Okay, now you've gone back into the crazy realm where he cannot possibly follow.]

Uhhhh... what?