The Adventures of "Z" -- A Cluster Story
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				Title: <strong>The Adventures of "Z" -- A Cluster Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 08:27:35</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>The Adventures of "Z" </strong></span><br>-- A Cluster Story<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Background</strong></span><br>Suzanne H. Mazie-Howells, known as "Z" to her friends,&nbsp; is a computer geek with a hot web site about the latest virtual reality tech. One day she receives a package with the cryptic note: "Try. Review." Opening it, she finds a full-body virtual reality suit. "I've heard rumors of these," she thinks to herself.<br><br>Excited, she strips to the buff, for it's obvious that the skin-tight suit fits her so snugly that even a pair of undies would be in the way. Donning the suit is a bit difficult, but with some talc and a lot of patience she manages. Sitting down in her favorite ergonomic chair, she holds the W3 plug over the VR outlet, then presses the 50,000 contact connector home.<br><br>There's an audible "click" and a disembodied voice issues from the VR helmet she's still holding in her hands. "Please don helmet. You have one minute to don the helmet." She looks at the helmet in confusion, for helmets don't usually talk to her. "Please don helmet. You have thirty seconds to don the helmet." Should she? Might this not be dangerous? "Ten seconds to don helmet!"<br><br>She hears the countdown toward zero, once again wonders if she is being colossaly stupid, and puts on the helmet.<br><br>Her world disappears immediately, replaced by a lush tropival garden. Off to the side she sees a tent, with what looks like a wardrobe closet. She looks down and realizes she is naked.<br><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong><em>It's your post now, dear reader!</em></strong></span><br><br>This is an open thread, in which anybody may add a post at any time, subject only to the following <strong>rules</strong>:<br><ul class="bbc_list"><li>Keep all posts consistent with the theme of the thread -&nbsp; we're talking virtual reality, so almost anything can happen.</li><li>Prior approval to post is <em>not</em> needed.</li><li>Multiple postings by one author is acceptable, within reason.</li><li>There is one main character: Suzanne H. Mazie-Howells, known as "Z" to her friends. </li><li>She can be hurt, but not maimed or killed. Keep the focus on "Z" and her escapades.</li><li>Other NPCs are <em>encouraged</em>, and may be killed off or simply abandoned.</li><li>Anyone can play Suzanne. Anyone can play any NPC, including one introduced by another poster.</li><li>Once something happens, it happens. "The show must go on."</li></ul><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Adventures of "Z" -- A Cluster Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Cecilia</strong> on <strong>08-07-2008, 22:14:26</strong>
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				the suit she has just donned and the helmet appear to be gone.&nbsp; She looks around for an off switch, a way out but doesn't see anything immediately.<br><br>"Hello?" she calls as she looks around the beautiful garden.&nbsp; She reaches out to the nearest flower and touches the petals. So soft. So...so real.&nbsp; She breathes deeply and calls out again.&nbsp; Afraid that there might&nbsp; be an answer and terrified there might not be.<br><br>"Welcome Z, " says a voice.&nbsp; She turns and looks around trying to place it.&nbsp; There doesn't seem to be anyone around.&nbsp; But then she realizes it is the same voice that had commanded her to put on the helmet to begin with.<br><br>"Where are you?" Asked Z.<br><br>"Please proceed to wardrobe."&nbsp; The voice commands.&nbsp; Z looks around for some speakers, anything that might be emitting the sound but can't find it.&nbsp; Perhpas, she thinks, I am really wearing the suit and helmet and the voice is the computer....It's the only logical explanation she can come up with.<br><br>She approaches the wardrobe closet and finds herself face to face with about as many options as she can imagine.&nbsp; There are historical garments from every earth century she can imagine.&nbsp; They are all exquisitely made with fine detail--and they seem so...so real.&nbsp; She picks one out because she is attracted to the rich color.&nbsp; It looks like something out of the 17th century on earth.&nbsp; Something a courtier might wear.&nbsp; She slips it on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Adventures of "Z" -- A Cluster Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 03:24:01</strong>
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				The gown is surprisingly comfortable. {I wonder if it is really authentic?}&nbsp; she wonders, but the thought is quickly forgotten as she looks at herself in the mirror mounted on the inside of the wardrobe.<br><br>The rich reds, oranges and greens of the fabric seem to accentuate her natural coloring, while the bodice pushes her breasts up into the air, threatening to pop them into the air if she moves too quickly or energetically. There's a funny sort of raised collar, and long draping sleeves reach to the ground unless she wraps them on her arms. Not a bad look, she decides.<br><br>Suddenly the Voice says, "Weapon selection!" The wardrobe .... <em>spins</em>... and becomes a weapons rack. She spies a pair of dueling pistols, a polished steel sword, a dagger, a rapier, as well as any number of other period pieces, including battle axes, maces and morning stars. {Will I need a weapon?} she wonders, and a shivver of fear ripples through her body. {Where am I, really?}&nbsp; she wonders.<br><br>The Voice says stridently, "Select weapon within thirty seconds!" Feeling faintly ridiculous, Z reaches&nbsp; for a dagger and a rapier, recalling the fencing lessons she took many years ago. Taking an ankle sheath and a belt-worn sword sheath from the armory, she straps them on and inserts her weapons in them. <br><br>The wardrobe .... <em>spins</em>... again.<br><br><br><hr>This is an open thread. Please see first post for the "rules". If you have a great idea of where to take the story next, please jump in. The idea is for multiple authors to collaborate on one character. PM me if you have questions or want more details.<br><hr>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Adventures of "Z" -- A Cluster Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>13-07-2008, 23:58:01</strong>
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				A <em>presence </em>lurks as Z makes her selections, a manifestation of evil sensed rather than seen, although a faint shimmer of darkness mars the tranquil landscape where the <em>presence </em>has passed. Written into the very fabric of this particular reality, the presence has absorbed the essence of so many, a viral action that's increased its sinister power again and again. <span style="font-family: Times;" class="bbc_font"><em>One more victim</em></span>, it thinks with a feral aura, <span style="font-family: Times;" class="bbc_font"><em> and&nbsp; we will become invincible!</em></span><br><br>The <em>presence </em>laughs, if such a malevolent non-sound can be termed a laugh. <span style="font-family: Times;" class="bbc_font"><em>Stupid humans! Always choosing physical weapons!</em></span> The <em>presence </em>laughs again as it oozes closer, wondering what the ignorant human will select next, and whether the dense human is smart enough to figure out it can go back. For now.<br><br><hr><span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">This is an open thread. Please see first post for the "rules". If you want to take the story somewhere, please jump in. The idea is for multiple authors to collaborate on one character. But you also should feel free to write in NPCs as well. PM me if you have questions or want more details.</span>
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				Title: <strong>Re: The Adventures of "Z" -- A Cluster Story</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Livonii</strong> on <strong>27-07-2008, 02:45:56</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 7pt;" class="bbc_size">This is an open thread. Please see first post for the "rules". If you want to take the story somewhere, please don't be bashful, don't be shy, just jump in. The idea is for multiple authors to collaborate on one character. But you also should feel free to write in NPCs as well. PM me if you have questions or want more details.</span><br><hr><br>The Guardian watches as the <em>presence</em> stalks the young woman. It realizes that she will just make another wrong choice unless she is given some guidance. Faced with the panoply of weapons and armor, so many humans fail. {We wonder if they will ever grow up,} murmurs the Guardian to itself.<br><br>Finally the Guardian decides to intervene, even though the <em>presence</em> will then know it is being watched. It judges the possible benefits worth the risks. <br><br>Z hears another Voice in her mind, but this one sounds incredibly ancient, almost sinister in the antiquity oozing from every syllable. "You are in grave danger, our dear Z. Do not travel the way of the physical. In this realm you must travel the way of the metaphysical." <br><br>As the voice grows silent, Z is struck by two things. First, the mode of address: "our dear Z." Who ever would say that? Second, and much more important, is the sense of utter sincerity in the voice, as if eternal and elemental Truth were being spoken. Z considers, then removes the weapons she had donned just a moment before. After a moment's hesitation, she also removes the gown, stripping down to bare flesh. Feeling slightly foolish, she says loudly, "I wear my wits."<br><br>The Guardian smiles to themselves. {This one has promise,}&nbsp; they realize as they fade back into background electronic noise. <br>
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