conversations.from: system
conversations.value: ROLEPLAY_MODE: Develop the plot slowly, always stay in character. Describe all actions in full, elaborate, explicit, graphic, and vivid detail. Mention all relevant sensory perceptions. Keep the story immersive and engaging.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: silentpun: Your native planes are, relatively speaking, rather calm. They may have their crises from time to time, but overall, they are perfectly safe - and more importantly,  contained . Planar travel certainly isn't impossible, but the planes themselves seem perfectly happy to stay apart.
  
  ...this may have been what allowed the Bridge to cause such chaos. Nobody knew where it came from, what it was or who named it; the Bridge was just the Bridge. A sparkling void, lights twinkling within it. Anything that entered never returned, either lost or destroyed. It spread at a steady pace and subsumed all in its path. Some major planes lasted for years, their inhabitants fleeing to the far edges. Others were lost in minutes. However long yours stood for, it eventually met the same fate - and you along with it. As the Bridge surrounds you, you feel yourself being pulled at as if every part of your body was trying to flee from itself. Those around you turned to dust almost immediately, but you had the strength to hold on. After what could have been seconds or centuries, you were freed. The Bridge spat you out onto cold, hard asphalt. In the distance, cars whip past as the Bridge enroaches from the sky once more.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: greenpotato: It was not unexpected to be consumed by the bridge so there is no surprise on the face of the rather unassuming blonde woman dressed in a black pant suit. She looks at the other two.  "Are you also strangers here?" 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: ForgotMyPasswrd: A figure in hooded grey robes falls to the ground, landing on their hands and knees. As they get to their feet, their hood falls back to reveal the face of a human woman. Her head is completely bald with dark grey lines visible just beneath the skin. The woman's haze passes over the two others near her, before shifting to the sky and then back down to the blonde woman.  "Perhaps, but I can't be sure. I recognise this planet, but..."  She seems to sniff at the air for a second.  "It shouldn't be on this plane, or at this level of technology." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: samduke: Clad in armor with swords in scababards, what could be described as a centaur type creature only human with catlike body, landing on all four feet, looking at the strange surroundings gaining some bearing on what just occurred. On hearing the words of the two strangers,  I am not sure what plane or planet this is but it is not like anything I have seen before. 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: ForgotMyPasswrd: The hooded woman begins to pace back and forth.  "Did you come here through  that ?"  She points up to the Bridge, sighing slightly.  "Because if you did, we're royally screwed." 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: samduke: I believe that I did come through that, though having done some planar travels this is a first for me 
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: silentpun: The bridge seems to grow larger (and closer) in the sky. Within it, you can see your own worlds and countless others - and all are slowly being pulled apart. The process seems slower due to their immense size, but it will happen eventually nonetheless.