Fabi: Something Happens (Finally)

((I should probably mention that the Tadra bit in the last chapter was posted ahead of its chronological place. Sorry about that. Just... Mentally line it up so that everyone disappears at around the same time. Except some people disappear later. So... Um...yeah. Oops?))

Valice finally pushed through the crowd to where the chaos had been. "Is everyone alright?"

Elder Tesla looked up. "We're all fine except for him." She gestured to the man lying on the floor, Valice recognized him as the man who started the fight.

"Who is he?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out," Tesla replied, turning to the man next to her. "Any progress?"

The man shook his head, "His mind is impenetrable. It would appear to be his discipline, a purely defensive ability, not common."

Valice blinked. "Well, is there anything you need help with?"

"We should be fine, but thanks for the offer." Elder Tesla smiled. "There's an empty seat there if you'd like to join us. I'm Aretha Tesla, but you can call me Ari if you like. Most people do."

"I'm Valice." Valice smiled and took a seat. Unfortunately, it was the third seat assigned to the Hungarian Council of the Elders.

*******
Fabi didn't burst the doors open dramatically and swoop in to the rescue. That would have been pretty stupid, and probably have ended up getting her in trouble. Instead, Ami slipped into the sound-and-light booth with a quick flash of identification, while Liz and Fabi snuck backstage.
Fabi had taken a lot of theater in school, so it felt so...familiar to be backstage again. She knew though, that this wasn't really the time to reminisce, especially after she heard the applause. The demonstration was starting.
There was a rustling from behind them, and the woman in black stepped out, a gun in one hand, a needle in the other. Fabi concentrated, focusing while the gun was still, while she could still have enough control over it, using the bullets themselves to disable it.
The woman smiled slightly, setting the gun down with a smile. The needle, too. And then she charged, aiming a kick at Fabi's torso, aiming to knock her into the curtain. Fabi dodged to the side, grabbing the foot and tugging it so the woman was off-balance for a moment.
Fabi took the opportunity to run, out onto the stage, to where the Professor was screaming his hands stuck to a metal plate, his skin starting to turn pale. Other people were screaming, too, and there was a bright glow pulsing across the room. Probably not good.
*******
Sage grinned at the person next to her, a dark-haired girl who looked about the same age, maybe a little older. "Hi, I'm Sage, what's your name?"
The girl's focus was on someone a few rows ahead, but she jumped and turned when she heard Sage's voice.
"I'm Ruby," she said hesitantly, and looked at Sage suspiciously.
"Are you enjoying the demonstration?"
"I guess so."
"You don't look too enthusiastic."
Ruby shrugged, and then disappeared.
Well, Sage thought, that was rude. And then she looked around her and saw the complete and utter chaos.
*******
The boy called Rathrockt watched with interest as the professor set up the machine. The old man flicked a switch and the whole room seemed to vibrate. He turned to the audience with a smile and said "And now for the final step." Rathrockt watched as he pressed his hands against the metal plate...and screamed in agony. Rathrockt tried to get up, to go help, but there was this pulse throughout his entire body, and he recognized the feeling. He was being shunted.
*******
Sparky Braginski worked her way through the chaos and onto the platform that extended from the right side of the stage. Her goal was to get close to the malfunctioning shunting machine and short-circuit it. Plain and simple.
A thin man darted out from backstage, blocking her path. She ducked around him, dodging his kick and sending him stumbling to catch his balance.
She was at the computer-box in the middle of the stage, electricity already crackling in her hand, when the machine pulsed. A wave of shunting energy hit her and she disappeared.
*******
"What kind of party should it be?" Ember asked, ignoring the chaos behind her. Someone was trying to kill someone else, and in all honesty, that was boring.
"I don't know, maybe a soup, salad and sandwich party?" Snow glanced around slightly concerned, then shrugged.
Ember wrinkled her nose. "I hate soup, salad and sandwiches."
"All kinds?"
"All kinds."
Snow paused for a moment, watching as some Sanctuary agents with official-looking badges interfered, breaking up the quarrel and taking away the dead body. "How is that even possible? I love peanut butter and jelly!"
"HOW CAN YOU? THEY'RE DISGUSTING!"
"Weird..." Snow was silent for a moment. "Oh, I know! Strawberry smoothies?"
"NO!"
"You're crazy. Do you at least like Skittles?"
"OMG. YES. SKITTLES."
"Okay. Um... Skittles and...shakes? Seafood?"
"Okay, that works." Ember smiled creepily at the people who were telling them to shut up and sit down. Both of those had a word starting with S.
"So we go to a seafood place that also has milkshakes. I think we'll have to bring our own Skittles.
"And then we can say something," Ember decided. "Oh, also, you're singing."
"What? Why?"
"Because I sound like a screaming walrus when I sing."
"Oh. But--"
"Ooh, and maybe we can dance the salsa!"
"Um... I don't know how."
"Neither do I."
"I think maybe we'll have to cross that idea off the list, then."
"You're probably ri--Wait, there's a list?"
"Uh, I meant a figurative list. In my head."
"Oh."
There was a minute of silence from the two of them, then Ember spoke again. "People are screaming and running around like idiots behind us. I think maybe we should acknowledge their existence."
"Probably..."
Ember looked around. "Oh, I think the demonstration already started, like a while ago."
"So we missed it?"
"Looks like something went wrong with it somehow. I need to find Mycroft, he'll have some answers." Ember looked back to where she'd last seen Mr. Holmes, but there was no one there. "Talk to you later, Snow Stormberg!" she called over her shoulder as she skipped off, still not really paying attention to the chaos.
Snow shrugged, and sat down again. There was a bit of a throbbing in her head, then her vision blurred and she was somewhere else entirely

********

Fabi tried to melt the plate off of the professor's hands, but there was some sort of magical force preventing her from controlling it. She turned around to see the Scandinavian woman staring at her.
"I thought Bloodseeker took care of you," she hissed.
"I'm tougher than I look," Fabi responded with a shrug. She looked around for Liz, but her friend was nowhere in sight. She was probably sneaking around for a sudden attack, either that or she was dead.
"I'm sure you're tough," the woman sneered, advancing.
Fabi backed away, down the extension on the left side of the stage. If she could buy Liz some time... The professor screamed one more time, then fell silent, and the audience was pretty much in chaos.
Ami's voice came over the intercom, telling people to be calm. "We'll figure out how to get the people who disappeared back, don't worry. Fabi, you might want to watch where you're going."
Fabi turned to look behind her at the row of seats, her eyes widening as she realized what Ami was referring to. She started to twist to the side, but the Scandinavian woman was too fast, shoving Fabi into one of the now-empty seats.
Her stomach churned, and the world around her began fading. The last thing she saw was Liz Herald swinging down on a wire, knocking the woman to the floor. She mouthed something, probably meant to comfort Fabi and sound on top of things, but the image was already gone, and Fabi was somewhere else, somewhere in another world.

((I'm really sorry for how late this is. Again, apologies f I got your character wrong.))

Fabi: The Day of the Demonstration (and DOOM)

     Sage stood straight, flashed a badge, and received her nametag-necklace thing with the word USHER on it in really big letters.
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     Leading people to their seats was really really boring.
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     So she mixed things up a bit, making sure all the horribly impolite people ended up in the back and the friendly people in the front. The seating arrangements were better that way, anyways.
     *******
     Fabi twitched in her sleep. Again. Liz Herald frowned, considering, then slapped her.
     "I-I'm fine." Fabi mumbled, twitching a bit more.
     "Liz," Ami Laurel-Sang frowned at her colleague, then turned back to Fabi. "Wake up, please, we need your help."
     "You're certainly not fine," Liz retorted, ignoring Ami completely, "Also, you're the only one who really knows what's going on. Wake up."
     "Liz!"
     "What, is that all you can do? Say my name in an annoyed tone and ask Fabi politely to wake up, please, at her earliest convenience? The demonstration starts in twenty minutes, and if Harden and the rest did something to sabotage it, we need the agent who was on the job to give some sort of statement!"
     "The agent who was on the job was attacked by an unknown person with an unknown form of magic, and is hardly in any shape to "give some sort of statement." I thought you were supposed to be--"
     "Don't, please Ami? I'm fine, really," Fabi said in barely a whisper, though both heard her.
     "Fabi, what happened?" Liz asked, "Are you alright? Who was that man in the suit?"
     "His name's Magnus Bloodseeker."
     "Seriously?" Liz wrinkled her nose. Talk about bad taste.
     "Check database 9. Or ask Raeza, she hacked into some files on him."
     "Who is he, then?" Ami asked
     "Remember the Administrator at the L.A. Sanctuary, about nine years ago?"
     "The one who considered Elder Trueno incompetent?"
     "He was incompetent." Liz rolled her eyes. "That's why he's dead."
     "Liz!"
     "Ami!"
     "Please..." Again, the two fell silent when Fabi spoke. "Yes, that guy. He went a bit bizarre, decided he hated the Sanctuary and all forms of order, reason and laws, and joined this... For lack of a better word, cult."
     "Yes, the files said. Thanks for updating them by the way. Continue?" Ami asked with a raised eyebrow, and Fabi took a deep breath.
     "So they really don't like the Sanctuary, and the professor's big machine, supposedly capable of harnessing his power, is going to be demonstrated in front of a crowd of mostly Sanctuary officials."
     "We have to make sure that doesn't happen!" Liz exclaimed, jumping up, but Ami held up a hand.
     "So the man in the suit was Bloodseeker. That makes sense, actually. His power did make people sleepy, though I thought that was just a side effect of his impenetrable mind."
     "He's obviously grown stronger since the last time anyone checked up on him." Fabi frowned in irritation. "Am I allowed to stand up? Liz has a point. About, you know, doing something."
     Ami frowned, hard, but didn't let petty disagreements get in the way of her sense. "Yes,but do it slowly in case any part of you is still asleep. Liz, would you mind going round and getting the car?"
     Liz smirked and left the room to arrange transportation.
********
     September Seneca Silver smiled slightly, sitting back in her seat. The shunting experiment would certainly be something...interesting. That's why she was here, out of curiosity.
     The man in the seat next to her folded up his umbrella and sat down as well, a slight frown on his face. "Do you see that gentleman, the one by the pedestal?"
     "The one with the stupid mustache?" Ember asked.
     "No, that gentleman. There, with the gray suit-jacket. He's a wanted criminal of some sort. Not a burglar, he lacks the poise and gracefulness needed to accomplish something notable in that field, not to mention the wealth he would have if it was some such crime. I would guess he's a murderer."
     "How do you know he's a criminal?"
     "Do you see how he's keeping his back to the stage? That brunette in the hat, leaning against the railing, is a detective. The other people in that direction do mostly office work, so he's likely to be avoiding her."
     "Oh."
     "Indeed. Shall we apprehend him?"
    "Well... It's not like we have any proof of what he did. Maybe I should warn the detective, though."
     "Fair enough," Mycroft decided, standing up so Ember could pass and make her way to the aisle.

     Snow Stormberg looked up as the blonde with the creepy smile approached.
     "Are you looking for a wanted criminal?"
     "Um...no." Snow replied. "I am a detective, though. Snow Stormberg, at your service."
     Ember smiled. "September Seneca Silver."
     "Hey, our names are all alliteration-y!"
     "Yeah, they are." Ember smiled creepily. "Do you want to have a party for the letter S.?
     "Sure!"
     *******
     The Scandinavian woman frowned at where Elder Iota was sitting. It was the wrong seat, she wasn't supposed to be in the front row. She didn't have the entire seating chart memorized, but she could have sworn that the London Sanctuary took up most of the first row.
     The fact that Iota was sitting there didn't matter, she would be shunted anyway (she was sitting in what was meant to be the English Grand Mage's seat) but the fact that the seating arrangements had been tampered with was definitely a problem.
     She scanned the crowd for Magnus, but noted the two men watching him. One, she recognized as the purple-haired head Spotter from the Scottish Sanctuary, the other was a well-dressed man with an umbrella. They were both likely to be trouble.
     Next, she checked for Harden. He was being beaten up pretty badly by one of the American Elders. He'd probably realized that she, too, was
     The woman in black sighed. Of course she had to do everything herself.
     *******
     The professor frowned slightly. He didn't like stages. Unfortunately, he had to agree to present his invention in front of a bunch of important people, or the Sanctuary wouldn't provide him with some of the more obscure and dangerous parts.
     He supposed that made sense, one couldn't be too careful with sensors that absorbed magic and used it. That's what it would do, absorb parts of his magic and use it to shunt something. And hopefully it wouldn't explode in front of everyone important.
     The professor fidgeted with his tie as the Master of Ceremonies came over. "Mr. Apparatus?"
     "Professor, if you wouldn't mind."
     "Mr. Professor, sorry."
     "Yes?"
     "The Grand Mage wishes to know when you will be ready to begin. Some of the guests are growing...rowdy."
     The professor sighed. "I'll begin at once, then."
     "Much appreciated." The Master of Ceremonies left the backstage area for the auditorium, and all the people. The professor shuddered slightly and got to work, double-checking everything. He didn't notice the new sensor plate. Or the readjusted wiring. Or the woman in black standing directly behind him, a gun in one hand, a needle in the other.
     *******
     "He has an impenetrable mind," the man in the coat stated simply.
     "You bet I do!" Everest Harden grunted. "You'll never get anything out of me!"
     "I would not be so certain of that."
     Elder Tesla looked down at Harden. "You used to work in the Sanctuary, didn't you? Why did you attack me? Some sort of revenge?"
     "Yeah, yeah, that's it. Let me go now?"
     Tesla's eyes narrowed, and Harden got the awful feeling that she was going to  attack him again in a mess of kicks, punches, elbows, knees... She was...rough.
     "The demonstration is about to begin. We should probably keep him unconscious until this is over."
     "Very well." Those were the last words Harden remembered, before he found his eyes closing.
     *******
     Trip Castalan glanced over and decided that Aretha and Niccolò didn't need any help. The man who'd attacked them was an idiot, not worth bothering over.
     With that, he focused his attention back on the demonstration, the old man and the machine he'd spent most of his lifetime building.
     "Did you see that?" Adra Dark hissed from the seat over.
     "What--? Oh." Trip frowned as he caught a glimpse of the people moving around furtively backstage. "I believe that's trouble." He squinted, then jumped suddenly. "That woman in black has never been convicted of any crime, but..."
     "But...?" Adra raised an eyebrow, ignoring the old man giving a speech on stage.
     "But she's been...associating with the wrong crowd. This group of anarchists, I suppose you would call them, had this base camp in rural Norway. Most of them were arrested some time ago for various acts against the Sanctuary, sometimes even the world, but there was never any evidence connecting her to their crimes. As far as I know, she hasn't left Norway in the past 127 years. I was always under the impression she was training for something. Something big. We need to..." 
     Trip blinked, and then he was someplace else entirely. Unless the theatre had a library mode, that is. A minute later, Adra was beside him.
     "You do know it's impolite to vanish in the middle of a conversation?"
     "Adra! You need to get out of here! I think this is some sort of trap!"
     "Is it that Norwegian woman, then?"
     "No... Viktoria Ty isn't a teleporter or anything like that, more of a burglar, assassin and engineer."
     "Engineer? Do you mean..." Adra looked around. "Oh gods, she did something to the machine, didn't she?"
     "Um...probably?"
     "Then where the hell are we?"
     Trip smiled and took her by the arm. "Let's find out, shall we?"
     *******

     ((This is the first half of what would've been the last bit of the intro, except that I have this one more scene I need to write for it, but it's been ages since I posted something, so I'll give you the first part. If you are unhappy with the bit featuring your character, you can ask me to change a detail or rewrite it yourself, as long as it doesn't change the main plot too much. Also, I put characters where they fit, and some may have a bit more to do than others.That's because of what I found easiest to write, and where everything fit and things like that, and is not meant to offend anyone. If your character isn't in this bit, he/she will appear in the next bit unless you tell me to do otherwise, which you should do now, so I know. I should have the final part of the intro up sometime within the week, and then we can begin the first dimension!))

Fabi: The Professor's Assistant, the Saboteurs and everyone following everyone else

      August 2013 

      Sage Tunstall pedaled over to a couple of homeless people and gave them the lunch her Uncle Tate had packed for her. She hated those artificial lunches-that-come-from-the-store-in-a-box, but didn't want to throw it away, because the landfill was already so ****ing full. It didn't need more manmade, artificial, wasted ****. She’d already bought a nice spinach salad at the organic grocery place back in Watkins Square, anyway.

      The wind blew a few strands of hair around her face as she coasted down the hill and around the corner. STARBUCKS! Sage swerved to avoid the line that stretched out the doorway and narrowly missed a tree. Stupid coffee. Stupid landscaping. Also, there really ought to be a bike lane. Why the **** wasn't there a bike lane? Or at least a shoulder in which people weren’t parking their dirty gas-guzzling cars? Seriously. 

      A few more blocks and she'd reached the alleyway. She pedaled past it without a glance, parking her bicycle at a park a block or so away. She chained it to the fence, then walked off in the direction she’d come, this time turning into the alleyway and looking for the door. Where had the old man put it? 

      She glanced along the walls, next to the trash cans and recycling bins (apparently the idiots here didn’t have a compost bin) around the metal gate at the end. Then she looked under the pile of banana peels and facepalmed. Of course it’d be there, a small square trapdoor this time. It looked barely big enough for anyone to fit through, but then, it also looked like it didn’t lead anywhere but into the ground, no hole or anything. When Sage put her foot through it, though, it went through the dirt. She swung it around, searching for a ladder or something, then realized that the other side was sideways. In one swift motion, swung the other leg through and fell through, ending up lying on her back on the floor in the hallway outside the professor’s workshop. 

     *******

     The two figures in black exchanged glances as the girl disappeared. She hadn’t seen them, and they knew that. They also knew where the door was, even though it had automatically closed and the banana peels automatically replaced themselves almost immediately. And now they were going to use that information to their own advantage. Joy. After several minutes, they left, but they’d be back soon enough, probably at night. 

     Fabi opened the gate she’d been hiding behind and started back towards the street, but a man in a grey suit stepped out of nowhere and blocked her path. She sensed the gun in his pocket, preparing to stop a bullet if necessary, but he didn’t draw it. Instead, he pointed. 

      She raised her sword too slowly; she knew that even as she began the motion. When the man pointed at her, it was like a galaxy, stars all over her vision, blinding her. She still had her metal sense, though, and the man had a pair of daggers in his coat. It took all her energy to focus, but he wasn’t moving, watching to make sure the galaxy finished her. The daggers twisted and bent, it felt painstakingly slow, but it was fast enough that the man didn’t have a chance to react. There were more voices now, some of them familiar, but she couldn’t recognize them. She heard a scream cut off, but she was drifting away from it all, farther into space, away from everything she knew and loved. Eventually, she closed her eyes and welcomed the dark void. The stars were gone, and there was…nothing.

     *******

     The professor wiped his brow as Sage left. His assistant had a good heart, that's why he hired her, but sometimes she was a little too...animated. When she started off on a passionate rant about how the planet was pretty much doomed, he couldn't keep up with everything she said as she paced and gestured wildly. Granted, he was a bit diverted by preventing her from knocking over various pieces of intricate machinary, but still, it was exhausting and hard to keep up with.

      They'd made good progress, though, on the machine, the masterpiece which could potentially save the planet. He finished the last bit himself, welding on the flat piece with the inverted handprint. This was the piece he could use to channel his power into the machine, which would then shunt the world's air pollution into an empty dimension. At least, that's what was supposed to happen. 

      When the professor had finished for the night, he locked his lab and went home to drink some tea and then sleep. The figures in black were waiting. The one on the left pulled back her hood slightly, revealing pale skin and a few strands of light blonde hair. "Are you ready for this, Harden?" she asked in an accent that was most likely Scandinavian. 

      The man, Everest Harden, responded in an American accent from someplace southerly. "Of course I'm ready. Why wouldn't I be?" The woman shrugged and headed over to the door, stopping over it and wrinkling her nose. Harden got the message and swept aside the banana peels.           

     The woman opened the trapdoor gingerly, then slipped through, silent as a cat. Harden followed a little more doubtfully. So he wasn't ready, then, the woman muttered under her breath with a small snort. She didn't bother to wait, heading straight for the machine. She'd been trained for a long time, trained to be efficient. It was time for her to use her training, now that she was finally out in the world.

     A quick, deft motion and the woman in black had swapped out the sensor plate. She readjusted the wiring slightly and smiled. "Do you have the seating chart?"
     Harden, who had been pretty useless so far, jumped and hurriedly pulled it out. He read off the seat numbers of several prominent Sanctuary officials.
     The woman smiled wider and hooked up a device that looked sort of like an iPad with a bunch of extra cables coming out. She typed in several commands, and then they were gone the way they'd come. The plan would work, of course. Even the professor's genius couldn't counter it. And even if He did somehow, they'd still get what they wanted. Chaos.

((Chaos as in disorder, confusion and fear, not Adra's creation of the same name. This doesn't refer to an actual being, really. Just clarifying. Also, sorry it's not all the way done, but I felt like I had to post something because it's been a while and I don't want this blog to die before it's begun.))

Fabi: Bios

Fabi: Bios

Um, I need to know this much, and any other info you have lying around would probably be useful.

Also: If you're making a new character for this, please don't make a shunter, as it would be boring if everyone could just go back. If your character can shunt usually, there's something preventing that. Somehow. Magical abilities are allowed, though, unless the dimension specifies otherwise.

For each character who will be shunted:
How would you describe them if you didn't know their name? (red-haired woman, evil-sword guy, mustache dude, nail-biting girl, etc.)
Appearance.
What they would wear to a scientific demonstration.
Personality (if different from in the MC/Blogland RP)
Who do they already know?
Occupation
Back story (As much as you think will be important to the plot. Again, if I already know this, or should already know, you can skip this part)
Magical ability (again, if I don't know. And if it's something unusual, details on what they can do would be nice)
Weapon(s) of choice/fighting style
Reaction to appearing somewhere that's definitely not the theatre.

Example:

Fabi S.
Quiet girl, thinking girl, fidgeting girl, something like that.
She's pretty ordinary looking, I guess. A bit above average height, neither skinny nor fat, light brown hair, blue eyes, a few light freckles and pimples and other spots on her face. Also her nose is extra pinkish in the summer.
Well, since it's an important occasion with plenty of goverment-y official-ish people, she'd probably try to dress up. I imagine she'd wear a nice jacket and a white shirt with buttons and a collar, but she'd have her normal casual black pants and sneakers on. :-P
She's me, so... Some things you can't necessarily tell on the blog: has trouble staying still, doesn't usually say out loud when she's upset, can't stop thinking. And then the rest is me, so...yeah.
She knows whoever, I guess. Up to you all. :-)
She's freelance, but has done work for the American Sanctuary, usually tracking/following potential criminals. She also deals in information and intelligence, though that's not usually something the Sanctuary hires her for. She also does random jobs including assassination, assassination prevention, guard, bodyguard, thievery (if she believes it's a good cause), research, research, research. ((In practice, I feel uncomfortable having her research others' creations, though, so I'm not really sure if her research skills will come into play)) Oh, also she makes weapons with her metal-bending abilities.
((I'm skipping back story for now, since mine is kinda boring))
Fabi bends metal. Basically she reshapes it, it's easiest to melt it into little droplets, but she can di creative stuff too, and if she can concentrate enough, or is going insane (either works) she can actually make the metal heat up to the point where its too hot to touch. Also she can sense metal, sort of like x-ray vision, except it doesn't apply to bones and stuff, just metal. And she doesn't see it, exactly, it's like another sense entirely, and it gets stronger as she works at her metal-bending.
Fabi generally fights with a sword, though she can use anything metal. And she generally doesn't remember to completely melt the opponent's weapon because of the adrenaline. She does manipulate her own sword to lengthen and twist in unexpected directions and she uses her metal-sense the best she can.
Fabi would probably think it was a conspiracy plot at first and ask who everyone was to see if there was any connection. She'd try to pretend not to panic, but would fidget a lot, and would take charge of the situation only if no one else did. I imagine she would realize what was going on to some extent, at least the fact that they had been mistakenly shunted, but she wouldn't really know what to do about it.

And anything else you want to include. As I said, if I roleplay with you a lot, or you're in the MC, I probably can write your character based on that. And the number of characters you want to include is up to you, I guess, as long as it's reasonable.

And I'm going to start writing the intro now, I think. And I'm going to need the bios before I can finish it, but the beginning should be okay...

So...yeah. Any questions, comments, concerns, feel free to let me know.

Fabi: How Stuff May or May Not Work

Okay. So this is how I think it will work:

I'm going to start, and I'll write the part where the shunting experiment goes wrong and sends people to another dimension. I'll need profile/bio things for any characters you want included. If you want to write it from your character's perspective later you can as well. It's optional. And then someone else (Ember may have volunteered) will invent the first dimension and do two posts--a first chapter and a brief description of anything she wants to specify about her world. Anything minor that wasn't specifically said about a place can be decided later by whoever's writing at the time. And then people who want to write for the dimension can do so, and we probably need a writing order or people can split up, whatever works. Because it's not just called the Shunting Experiment because it's an experiment that goes wrong in the plot. The entire collab is an experiment, really.

And if any of that sounds like it won't work, or you have a different idea, then comment! I'm open to suggestions and ideas of any kind, and I would love input on this idea.

Also: After the collab has started, I'm leaving the option open for anyone to guest write a dimension without joining the collab, if no one else has a particular idea that time around. Unless anyone has an objection to this.

So, um, I might start like advertising this collab in Blogland, but if I'm really annoying you, you can tell me to shut up.

Fabi: SO IT HAS A BLOG NOW...

...WHICH PROBABLY MEANS IT'LL ACTUALLY HAPPEN AT SOME POINT IN TIME.

I haven't the faintest idea how to run one of these things, though. I mean, I can add authors and yeah, play with the font, formatting, etc., but as far as the actual logistics behind it..like getting people interested, getting the working together bits to work out okay, and all those little details like that...I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT I'M DOING. How exciting!

Copy-and-pasted idea summary from my blog:

Earth is polluted, almost to the point of an apocalypse, so Professor So-and-so decides to try an experiment to move the pollution to an empty dimension. The most powerful shunter in centuries. s/he arranges a demonstration to hopefully save the planet, but it goes awry (possibly through sabotage?), sending random audience members (aka the contributors) traveling from dimension to dimension, and no one knows how to stop it (until the collab is over)

Then, everyone could take turns coming up with a dimension. Like, anything. One person would set the stage and specify anything important they wanted to have in their dimension and then anyone else who wanted to try would have a turn and then we'd all be automatically shunted to another dimension. If the characters split up, they wouldn't necessarily appear in the same place in the next dimension, so different people can write at once (after the first person has invented the dimension) and if anyone was touching someone when everyone was shunted again, they'd join. And anyone who dies dies.

There can be anything in a dimension, alternate endings with SP characters, (Like Tanith with no remnant! :D or Sanguine being from somewhere other than Texas. That'd be weird, but the whole point of this would be a fun experiment-y thing, so weird is okay)

And that's my idea as it currently exists--subject to changes depending on what people want to do.

And if no one wants to do this, I might write it myself, because it sounds like fun, to me anyway. :-)

BUT PEOPLE READ THAT AND COMMENTED OR TALKED TO ME ABOUT IT. AND NO ONE READS MY BLOG! SO APPARENTLY THERE'S INTEREST IN THE IDEA. SO I GAVE IT A BLOG NOW. 

AND THE ANSWER TO EVERY QUESTION IS "I DON'T KNOW."

EXCEPT IF YOU'RE ASKING TO JOIN. THE ANSWER IS YEAH, IF I DON'T LOSE INTEREST IN THE IDEA. FABI CAN BE FLAKY AT TIMES AND FORGETFUL. ALSO SHE GETS BORED REALLY EASILY.