Otto's Multiversal Mayhem

[Otto]

Otto now continued his checks in silence, and once completing his inventory muster. He began to recall through his head ware database the formulae for his abilities, deleting lines of defective code and adding lines where applicable.

'Been a bit tardy with creating new code' he admitted to himself. 'However I have been pretty busy with other things!'

Mollified with that thought, he zipped up the backpack.

What is the duration in time in respect to a Divergence point and the relative Gothican time? Is it along the same lines as the Etheric or is it drastically different?

[arcanus]

What is the duration in time in respect to a Divergence point and the relative Gothican time? Is it along the same lines as the Etheric or is it drastically different?

Thats the fun bit, alternative Worldlines can be at any point in Earths development, so quite possible to visit a prehistoric or neolithic timeline, a point of Historical Divergence can then be at any time in History.

In terms of the difference in dates hard to tell until you reach your next destination.

[Otto]

What was the time differences in Otto's past mis-adventures? Just as a gauge?

[Otto]

Hate to be gone for a very long time without the missus knowing!

[Otto]

alternative Worldlines can be at any point in Earths development

Using that 'Earth' word again! He he.

[arcanus]

What was the time differences in Otto's past mis-adventures? Just as a gauge?

Technologically I would say the variance could be as much as 200 years, don't forget some Worldlines have had technological revolutions at an earlier point, meaning that you could get to the 1980s and it be like Star Wars.

[arcanus]

Hate to be gone for a very long time without the missus knowing!

In terms of how long your way time seems to be relative, so away a day is absent a day, so far that is!

In terms of how long your way time seems to be relative, so away a day is absent a day, so far that is!

Will just have to take the risk eh?


21:03:58) Otto: Otto had been on the receiving end of a heavy domestic dispute with Amdea, and left their home in a black mood.

(21:05:01) Otto: 'She knew what she was getting into when she married me!' He growled as he stomped down the cobble stones of his pathway back to the kennels.

(21:06:19) Otto: 'Danger is my middle name!' he bared his teeth in a snarl as he opened the kennel doors like a bad guy in a western movie entering a bar.

(21:06:32) arcanus: The hyper rythmic pulse from Strad as he fires up the spatial matrix, as you stomp towards the kennels you feel it stab at your back teeth.

(21:07:32) Otto: <Steady on!> he barked sub-etherly.

(21:08:13) arcanus: Five large hounds, career into his legs, milling around him for no other purpose but to show how excited they were to see him.

(21:08:42) arcanus: <You said that time is of the essence>

(21:10:01) Otto: <Family come first!> he said. A guilty twinge shot through him with the memory of the argument he had just had.

(21:11:05) Otto: 'Orwight Guys!' He busied himself with the dogs, scratching their ears and submitting to their licks and jumps.

(21:11:54) Otto: 'Gotta dash! Be good for Mummy and the kids ok? Look after them for me?'

(21:13:15) Otto: He grabbed a large ball and threw it across the room, and as suspected they all dashed to be the one to get it first. And at this he swiftly opened the trap door and jumped down it.

(21:13:47) Otto: The sound of the howls of frustration hit him as he closed the trap door.

(21:14:04) Otto: 'Sorry guys! Be back soon!'

(21:14:25) arcanus: The jaring sensation grew more intense, far worse than normal

(21:14:36) Otto: He stopped in his tracks suddenly.

(21:15:35) Otto: 'Danger isn't my middle name.' he exclaimed in surprise. As if he had had an epiphany.

(21:16:10) Otto: He shook his head and opened the door to the engine room.

(21:17:00) Otto: <What the hell are you playing at?

(21:17:52) arcanus: Upon the metal dias plate set into the laboratory floor, writhed a golden sphere of energy, bands of light forming the spherical

(21:18:28) arcanus: <Initiating Spatial portal as specified>

(21:19:30) Otto: <Right.> He said with conviction as he shouldered his backpack and primed his shotgun.

(21:19:43) Otto: <Ready when you are.>

(21:20:30) arcanus: (Make a Will Roll)

(21:26:30) ChatBot: Otto rolls 3d6 and gets 2,3,1.

(21:28:52) arcanus: Taking a deep breath, he steps into the sphere. The sensation is wrenching as he's suddenly flung into the Multiverse, this ones a boneshaker

(21:29:18) arcanus: 'Definately something different about this one' he thinks

(21:29:24) arcanus: (Roll HT)

(21:29:49) ChatBot: Otto rolls 3d6 and gets 1,6,6.

(21:30:40) Otto: <Omyfugginggawd!> he howls!

(21:32:01) Otto: 'Feels like I'm being torn apart!'

(21:36:35) arcanus: It does indeed feel like his body is being shredded as the golden beam projects Otto into the Realms, his skin pulled taunt to his face, around him the rainbow colours of an emmense nebula as he's flung through space

I took a ride in a limousine
I took a road I'd never been
I met a stranger by the way
His coat was torn but his eyes were clear

Standing in a slide zone
I could be steppin' in a slide zone

He told me where a river flows
He showed me how the apple grows
He told me of a magic stream
His face was worn but his eyes were clear

Standing in a slide zone
I could be steppin' in a slide zone
Standing in a slide zone
I could be steppin' through a time zone

He went to find a shooting star
Around the bend that's where they are
I went along just for the ride
Suddenly I began to glide

Standing in a slide zone
I could be steppin' through a time zone

The air raced by there was no sound
We drifted high above the ground
And then said you know this place
And then a smile lit up his face

Standing in a slide zone
I could be steppin' in a slide zone
Standing in a slide zone
I could be steppin' through a time zone

I turned my head and looked below
And there was something there I know
Suddenly I began to fall
I looked around and tried to call

Standing in a slide zone
He had me steppin' in a time zone
Standing in a slide zone
Falling through a time zone

Help me please I thought I said
Then something happened in my head
Music came from all around
And I knew what I had found

Standing in a slide zone
Falling through a time zone
Steppin' in a slide zone
He had me falling through a time zone

(21:40:10) Otto: Memories of the argument he had still plagued his mind even as the terrible elements tried their best to rend him limb from limb.

(21:40:39) Otto: 'Selfish fucker' He thought flatly.[/quote]

(21:41:09) arcanus: As he propels through the void, the golden corona surrounding him is bombarded with silver white particles, like pearls gathering upon his form. This was undoutably the biggest jump Strad and he had attempted so far, the particles threatening to engulf him

(21:41:25) Otto: <TOOK YER FUCKING LONG ENOUGH TO REALISE THAT EH?>

(21:41:56) Otto: <Don't you add to my woes you idiot!> he muttered.

(21:43:23) Otto: <Can we hold?> he asked Strad nervously.

(21:43:46) Otto: Last thing he wanted was a widow and fatherless kids.

(21:44:36) Otto: <Arrgghhhhhh!> The corona pulsed and threw him pell mell through the vortex.

(21:45:17) Otto: 'Worse than the Gnomesis Ride in Corpse Park this!' he thought.

(21:46:20) Otto: 'Fuckin' rip off too!'

(21:46:23) arcanus: <Your almost out of communication range, clarify hold?>

(21:46:44) arcanus: (Make a Spacer roll?)

(21:49:08) arcanus: <Not sure what thats all meant to mean, clarify can we hold?>

(21:49:16) Otto: <Ahh Maker!> Otto's voice began to slur. As with the sheer force of his projection through deep space he began to black out intermittently.

(21:49:26) ChatBot: Otto rolls 3d6 and gets 1,6,4.

(21:51:10) arcanus: <WHAT THE FACK IS ALL THIS BOLLOCKS> roars Sting

(21:52:44) Otto: <Tryna, ascertain tha ver thing ya dick!> he murmured in obvious discomfort, fear and pain.

(21:54:30) Otto: <Wha's happenin'?> he said weakly to Strad.

(21:56:36) arcanus: <Spacial Beam is narrowing due to projection distance, this places extensive etheric stress upon your form>

(21:58:42) Otto: <Arghhhh!> He bellowed. <So that's what it is!> he added sarcastically.

(21:59:12) arcanus: <Do you wish to abort>

(21:59:21) Otto: <NICE TO SEE YOUR SENSE OF HUMOUR IS STILL IN ONE PIECE YA PRICK!>

(22:00:19) Otto: Let the dice decide mate.

(22:00:28) Otto: Will?

(22:00:39) arcanus: (Indeed. Roll)

(22:01:22) ChatBot: Otto rolls 3d6 and gets 3,5,1.

(22:01:36) Otto: <No No keep goin'>

(22:02:05) Otto: <Carn't fuggin' stop now>

(22:03:07) arcanus: <Very well be warned this will likehood hurt>

(22:03:11) arcanus: <A lot>[/quote]

(22:03:42) ChatBot: arcanus rolls 1d6 and gets 2.

(22:03:52) Otto: <Abort, abort! Carn't risk it!>

(22:03:59) ChatBot: arcanus rolls 2d6 and gets 2,6

(22:04:38) Otto: <Need ter plan this afresh..... ABORT!>

(22:04:53) arcanus: (8 points of fatigue, you currently have 14)

(22:05:05) arcanus: <Very well, hang on>

(22:05:27) Otto: Visions of his family blur across his mind like curtains of spider webs in the etheric sky..

(22:06:08) Otto: <YOU ON THE OTHER HAND WON'T BE!>

(22:07:12) Otto: <Shuddafuup!!> he howled in obvious distress as he suddenly emptied his stomach.

(22:08:54) arcanus: Momentarily Otto spied a cylindrical platform made of green glass, some way in the distance. The concentration of pearlescent particles now covered his golden aura which in itself seemed to be degrading, he seemed to be flipped up in direction as the beam whipped and recoiled. He then shot backwards far more rapidly than he'd even travelled in the past.

(22:09:25) arcanus: <FACKIN CHARMIN YOU WANKER>

(22:10:42) Otto: <HAVEN'T YA FIGURED IT YET? I'M YOUR CONSCIENCE! AND YOUR CONSCIENCE ALWAYS HAD A STING!>

(22:11:56) Otto: 'Yaaaaaaa!'Otto screamed in unbridled fear as he was dragged back like a cosmic yo-yo!

(22:14:14) arcanus: He surged through the void, as if plunged into a pool of frigid water, he collasped onto the dias as the golden beams stopped they're rotation, the sphere collasping and steam hissing off his form. The trapdoor swung open and a figure scambled down into the lab, hissing with pain as she touched him, the steam scolding her, never the less she hugged him, tears rolling down her cheeks.

(22:14:43) arcanus: "You stupid stupid stupid man" she sobbed and she clutched him tight, rocking his shaking form

(22:15:52) Otto: 'Oh I'm so sorry darlin' he slurred as he weakly wiped the vomit and blood from his lips where he had bit his tongue badly.

(22:16:08) Otto: 'Stan' back' he warned.

(22:16:52) arcanus: Tentatively she stands and backs away

(22:17:36) Otto: Otto keels over onto his side, destroying the work table and hitting the ground with a thunderclap of sound.

(22:18:43) arcanus: <Miss, he will recover from the Dumpshock, might I suggest a cup of the beverage you call tea>

(22:19:48) Otto: <Leave the prat to stew in his own juices I reckon> Stings voice projected out of the engines vibrations.

(22:20:15) Otto: His voice is strangely normal.]

(22:20:30) arcanus: Amdea gives Strad a cold stare, "This is your fault" she scolds, "I told you to protect him" <Miss I ....>

(22:21:23) arcanus: Amdea dosen't move, instead taking a seat opposite her husbands labouring form

(22:22:58) Otto: <Yer carn't blame the piano lav. It was your 'usbands choice. And ol' ivories ere was doing as e was told!> Stings voice rose in defence of Strad.

(22:23:30) arcanus: She pouts, as he appears to be returning to normal, "Who is that?" she hisses

<I think it's best that 'idiot boy' explains that to you hisself lav, when he comes back from sleepy land.> Sting says as his white noise crackle through the engines suddenly dissipates, and the room reverts to silence with just the laboured breathing of the Xert to disturb the still.

[arcanus]

<Analysis of Temporal Journey Data complete>
<Projection Beam Matrix insufficient to achieve spatial landing>
<Analysis of additional complexities complete>
<Quantum Beam strength of Insufficient power output>
<Analysis of additional complexities complete>
<Bombardment of dimensional particles degraded both beam strength and trans-dimensional shield matrix>
<Solution>
<Amplify Beam output strength and transmission>
<Solution>
<Accelerate Aetheric revolution>
<Solution>
<Strengthen dimensional Shielding Matrix>

[Otto]

Icy wind of night, be gone.
This is not your domain.
In the sky a bird was heard to cry.
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Belied a deathly silence that lay all around.

Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.

In the lazy water meadow
I lay me down.
All around me,
Golden sun flakes settle on the ground,
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon,
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room.

Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.

In the lazy water meadow
I lay me down.
All around me,
Golden sun flakes covering the ground,
Basking in the sunshine of a bygone afternoon,
Bringing sounds of yesterday into my city room.

Hear the lark and harken to the barking of the dog fox gone to ground.
See the splashing of the kingfisher flashing to the water.
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees,
Laughing as it passes through the endless summer making for the sea.

Grantchester Meadows: Pink Floyd: 1969

‘Pass us another sandwich please lav?’ Otto asked as he stretched his legs out on the well cut grass of Grantchester Meadow, a few miles from Goodlund where he and the family were having a picnic. The weather was gorgeous. It was a perfect warm sunny day with not a cloud in sight. A slight breeze caressed the bullrushes which surrounded the river bank, and drifted over the faces of the Von Weirdigans, and passed into the trees that surrounded the meadow. The sound of birdsong complemented the stillness well, giving the day its completeness the Xert thought.

‘Nobody else around, just the way I like it’. He thought as he watched Raymond, his son of eight casting his cane fishing rod into the slow moving, deep river.

‘I don’t know what to make of this picnic blanket. Somehow, it seems a bit sinister to me.’ Amdea exclaimed as she reached into her pink flowered shoulder bag and brought out a sandwich of freshly baked crusty bread with a deep filling of egg and watercress, which she handed to her husband. ‘Where did you say you got it from again?’ she asked

The blanket was a blood red, with a strange black crooked cross in the middle of it surrounded by a white circle.

‘Some place called ‘Germany’, apparently it’s a sign a of good luck there.’ he said as he took a huge bite from the sandwich.

‘Well that’s alright then.’ She brightened. ‘Where is Dawn?’ she asked.

‘She’s becoming the universes biggest dog chew by the looks of it!’ Otto smiled with his mouth full and pointed over her shoulder to the tree line where their daughter of six was the centre of a tug of war between two very large Acturian Megahounds, whilst another three of the same breed looked on; barking with either enthusiasm or disagreement over the affair. The little girl however, was laughing with abandonment, even though her long white dress was now grass stained and torn.

‘Raz! Anailis, stop it!’ Amdea shouted suddenly as she clapped her hands. This had the effect of firstly making Otto jump, and then the dogs instantly stopping what they were doing and wheeling around to face their mistress. As one they sat down, with doleful looks on their huge faces.

[Otto]

‘Aww Maam, we were only playin’!’ Dawn shouted with a Xertheran drawl as she flounced over the grass and sat with a bump on the blanket.

‘I don’t care!’Amdea stormed. ‘Do you know how long it took to make that dress?’ she asked as she leant over and proceeded to brush down and assess the damage to it, much to the consternation of their daughter.

‘You know we can actually afford to get them made for y…..’

‘Don’t you start with that,Otto Von Weirdigan! You know full well I enjoy making clothes for the children.’

Otto winced as if he had been slapped.

‘And very nice they are too dear’ he added as he made covert gestures to Dawn of putting a finger down his throat and rolling his eyes. Naturally Amdea had her back to him.
Dawn sides shook with silent laughter as she grinned at her dad over her mothers shoulder.
Amdea, wary of the silence straightened up and looked quickly at Otto who was nonchalantly nibbling on the remains of his sandwich and peering at the river.

‘Caught anything yet Ray?’ He shouted, hoping that he could avoid the wrath.

‘Not yet.’ A well spoken voice drifted back. ‘And it doesn’t help with you all shouting.’ He said in a measured but irritated tone.

‘Sorry I fucking spoke’ Otto mouthed silently, as he swallowed the last part of the sandwich and began to rummage in his backpack. ‘In that case, I’ve got something here that might help you Son.’ He announced as he produced three sticks of what clearly was dynamite out of the side pocket.

‘Yay!’ Dawn enthused and wriggled away from her mother and began to jump up and down in excitement. ‘We’re playin’ Frogbursters!’