🌟🌌Dimension Hoppers [RP Remake]🌌🌟

*Xano goes too*

While traversing the solid walkway/catwalk of the second floor, you all catch a glimpse of the radios down below. The set up has expanded massively, different machines of various sizes and shapes and ages all lined up in a frenetic labyrinth of wires and electronics. Sarah is there in the middle of it all, wrangling the mass of analog machinery, running to and fro.

The break room has been mostly cleared of all the papers and junk in preparation for this little meeting, the countless maps and spreadsheets filed off to the side, and then when that filled up, put outside temporarily. Of course, there was way too much stuff in the room to simply clean in an hour or two or three, so there's still some byproducts, like the large map of the World Tree, complete with the dozens of multi-colored pins embedded into the scribbled marker and paper.

Mark is sitting in a chair in the break room, feet up on a rickety wooden table, rocking back and forth in such a way that it's a miracle he hasn't fallen down already. When he spots you coming in from the corner of his eye (he can't hear you all, the radio is much too loud to allow for that) he tries to leap up, forgetting that he's sitting in a chair and falls flat on his back. That doesn't stop him for long, as within the second he's leaping up and greeting you all. Once you close the door behind you, the sound of the radio stops. It appears the break room is soundproof, which certainly is a relief.

"Alright! New day, new delivery. This one was low priority, put in a few days ago by someone I don't know, bottom of the list, but a very insistent source pushed it way up, and now after the last little rest it's the next on the list. It's to some backwater world that's technically under the jurisdiction of the Rainy Empire, though they haven't elected to make contact yet. The place of delivery is somewhere near a town, like below ground somewhere. Apparently, you'll know who you're looking for the moment you find them. I don't know, the person who put in the delivery wasn't too clear on anything, probably an out-of-worlder or something. It'll just be a short flight to the planet and then land somewhere that you won't get shot down or get the shuttle stolen."

Mark slaps the transcript of information he was reading off of and puts the papers down on the table before looking at the delivery party. He frowns at something.

"Is it just me or is someone missing? I mean, I feel like it's at the tip of my tongue but I can't quite remember. I'm pretty sure I have the employee list somewhere so I can go digging through that."

"Raidriar... tragically lost his life during our last delivery."

Operator deliberately makes the statement sound overdramatic.

"Oh."

Mark is kind of surprised by that statement, but he has no time to be sad because of another pressing matter that has made itself visible, and that pressing matter is Raidriar.

"Hey wait a minute, who are you? I don't remember you being part of the delivery crew. What are you do-? Eh, nevermind. Well, my condolences to you all, I didn't really know him well, but I'm sure you're all grieving his loss extraordinarily. Unfortunately, I can't really hold off this delivery, so we're going to have to go ahead with it. The portal is already ready for transportation once you're ready. And I have the package here."

Mark hands someone in the delivery party the package. It's a circular cardboard package, and if you feel it for a second in a cold location, it sometimes emits a subtle warmth.

*Raidriar sees him talking in bullet time and starts to give a chuckle*

Clover steps up and receives the package.

Let’s hope wherever we go, nothing as bad as the massacres from yesterday happen, she thinks. A quaint little town would be nice.

Just a little breather…

She steps through the portal.

…oh…

The smell of the seaside breeze is all too familiar.

…oh, no.

What the…?

I can’t do this.

Why here?

How…?

This can’t be happening…

This can’t be real.

(Raidriar) whats wrong? *laughs a bit because she says it so slowly*

You all are teleported into the back alleys of some English/European/whatever i'm not versed in architecture ok looking port town, high buildings and the smell of the clean and open sea. The streets are paved with stones, and the regular sounds you've come to expect of cities and port towns and what have you. On each side of the alleyway there are houses painted mostly white, though there are graffiti and splashes of color every so often.

The sky is clear, the sun is shining, there's clouds in the sky, it's about midday leaning toward morning, and everything is fine and dandy. The sound of seagulls overhead greet you all, and a number of people pass the alleyway by, not giving a second look into the dark crevice where you're all crammed into. The people that pass by seem to be the only thing that's separating this from some city on the Isle of Man, a bunch of anthropomorphic animal people walking on two legs. Kinda like Clover!

There are no underground sections you can currently see, though that might change if you keep exploring. The portal closes behind you, messing with this world by causing inadvertent first contact is not ideal, and could cause a lot of heat. You'll have to wait until the end of the delivery to go back to Dimension Hoppers HQ now that you're all here.

The portal closes just as Clover tries, unsuccessfully, to re-enter, leaving her staring at the wall like she’s seeing a ghost.

(raidriar) Honest question, are you a furry?

Clover both has no idea what a furry is and isn’t mentally sound enough right now to answer, anyway, so she just doesn’t say anything to you.

"Clover. Talk to me. What's wrong?"

She staggers for a little bit. "I-- it's nothing."

Clover turns to face Operator slowly. Her expression has been replaced completely by a grin, but her eyes are a little red. Her words come out strained. "It's, um, nothing. Let's just get this over with."

"We're, um, in a nice port town. That's it."

Clover decides it's probably better to pet someone else handle that question.

There's a lot more to worry about.

Keep calm. It's alright. They won't see you.