Fandom Shelter's Lost - The Seconding: Alpha Timeline

[Noivian]

Act 1: Premonitions on a Cloudless Day

It begins with a sudden shift in the wind. You can feel it, on this first day of September, 2019. Summer weather is fading, but fall has not quite crept in yet. Something stirs within, an unsettling presence turns its eyes towards a stage, one yet to be populated with players.

You've got a bad feeling about this.

Introduce yourself.

> Orikanyo
> Squad141
> Venchi1986
> Turtelini
> ManyFaces ​

 

[Orikanyo]

> Something stirs.

You would make a joke about gastrointestinal distress but given you just gotten over a bout of it you prefer not.

> introduce yourself

You are a young man, roughly fifteen years of age standing in what appears to be your room, a messy albeit lovingly lived in room that is your kingdom, country and quite possibly the hill you will die upon. Not likely, but hey, it's your room so you do what you want here no matter what prying eyes from the outside may want.

Behind a veil of white hair was you, but what shall we call you?

> Buttface McCankersore

Rude

> Dudebro The dudening

Are we really doing this?

> Ashe Langley

There we go, about time might we add. Who is we? The royal we. Such as we want to do the thing when you mean yourself and want to feel fancy. Or we as in myself and my twin brothers Me and I. Jokes aside, what shall we do?

> Fiddle about and wait.

Well, thats not very fun at all... Theres a whole world out there to enjoy, the internet to! Why not fill your inventory with silly stuff for inventory shenanigans? Wait what do you mean you have the fill and pick system? No sillyness?!? How could this be!!!

> Listen to music.

It distracts you from the demeaning bitching of the narrator for a time, listening to the smooth sounds of music that threatens hearing loss.

 

[Venchi1986]

A young kid stands in his room, though today is not his birthday he is holding a box with a toy dinosaur in it, the last piece of a set he has been trying to get for a while. Unfortunately for the boy it will be some time before he can combine it with the others as he needs to be introduce to us.

> What is his name?

> Poopypants von Nerdenstein.

No, just no. Since you can't take this seriously I will come up with a name.

> Brad Thompson.

There, that is his name now and forever.

What should Brad do?

Unbox dinosaur.

Looks like he is way ahead of you. The toy triceratops is already out of the box. Looks like he is wondering how he should display it. Should he have the entire set in dinosaur-mode, robot mode, or combined?

> Combined.

Makes sense, after all he can only make Volcanicus now that he has the whole set.

 

[ManyFaces]

A boy sits on his bed he's been sitting for a while, how lazy. He doesn't want to get up yet he must if he wishes to partake in breakfast or lunch... He hasn't bothered looking outside yet.
His room is a mess to anyone that would see it save for himself would fail to notice everything actually had a place it belonged in categorized piles he'd sift through. He looks a bit lost in thought...
>What's his name?

>Lazy Buttpuppet II

Very funny, but try again.

>Zeke Smythes

That wasn't so hard now was it? Now to get lazybones to actually do something.

He actually doesn't need to be told, the unkempt boy gets up from his bed and stretches before doing a few wake-up squats in front of his bed, someone should notify him he looks like a hen laying eggs.

With that said and done he makes his way over to his dresser and pulls out a small bottle.

>Apply bottle

He pulls a dropper out of the bottle and drops some clear liquid into each of his eyes, the fracture to his eyes makes him quite similar to a mole. Though now he can see slightly more of how much of a mess his room looks.

>What now?

Get cleaned up. The boy seems to mosey on over to the bathroom and stare in the mirror he's got band aids on his face and various other places from unfortunate incidents.

He grabs a comb and goes to town on his ginger locks managing to get any kinks out of them before braiding and banding the unruly hair. He seems quite satisfied with his work after giving it a quick look over. But he can't be persuaded to move any further, he appears to be waiting for something or someone

 

[Squad141]

In the midst of things, a haze covering the minds of the young and innocent are drawn back, and a new image begins.

A young man, that of black and purple, stands within his living quarters which resides on the second story (not counting the underground layer) of his home.
Though, the verb is incorrect. Our subject currently is sitting on his bed, writing in a large, leather-bound journal.

> Welcome, Young Man

The young man looks up, surprised mixed with a feeling of composure. He puts his book down, and gets off his bed.

> Shall we begin?

The young man nods, and reached into a large satchel nearby, pulling out a variety of objects, until he pulls out a piece of violet silver plating.

On the front, is his signature.

> Good Afternoon, Cameron Roscommon.

Noivian ​

 

[Noivian]

Orikanyo > Ashe: Scream like a banshee and shit on your desk.

Venchi1986 > Brad: Retrieve arms from robot.

ManyFaces > Zeke: Read post-it note on bathroom mirror for daily instructions.

Squad141 > Cameron: Check on your friends, are they online yet?

 

[Venchi1986]

> Brad: Retrieve arms from robot.
Nah, Brad doesn't think he will, he just put it together. If you mean his actual arms they are right where they're supposed to be. It would be kinda hard to combine several robots without any arms after all.

> Look for a good place for the robot.
After looking around Brad places it on his desk in front of a poster of Cornel West.

> Inspect poster.
Cornel isn't exactly Brad's favorite soccerplayer but he won't deny seeing the appeal. He became famous after scoring five goals in one game and while nowhere near the current world record of thirteen Brad is absolutely positive Cornel did that.

 

[Orikanyo]

> Ashe: Scream like a banshee and shit on your desk.

While a suitable lyric for one of your Grandma's favorite bands, you'd rather not given one of your good feline friends, Mrs.Flufflebuns, is currently curled up in a ball of cuteness and fluff, hence the name. The cat is basically the queen of all the other cats, the biggest, baddest, fluffiest queen of the cats.

And your good friend.

You run your hand across her flank, sinking your fingers deep into the fur of the cat, getting a confirming purr from the fluffy pure white cat.

Your hand nearly goes missing in all the fur.

Just how deep does this cat go?

>Put face in fluff

You do so, softly, there is hair in your face but all is well with the world.

Peace, tranquillity, purring.

Could this be true bliss?

> Look to computer.

Yes, its time for reality, err, virtual reality. Lets see whats going on today.

 

[ManyFaces]

>Zeke: Read post-it note on bathroom mirror for daily instructions

Oh, how could he forget his guardian's nifty communication system!

The cabin was littered with post-it notes which he would read or write on to communicate with his busy guardian.

What was in store for him today?

>Observe post-it note

Zeke leans forward some to see what's written on the post-it.