As this is all happening internally, MIDI basically just looks like someone startled him with a call through his earpiece.
WHAT THE-- Who are yo--
Oh, no, wait, I remember. You're Trio, right? The gambling addict CEO who can't even open a door? Well, I'm glad you're alive, at least. How did you even get this frequency? ...That brings me to my next question.
What in the actual, everloving are you on about?!
He pulls out a transparent ball, focusing his gaze on it. It soon begins displaying an image of Trio and his surroundings focused on the man himself.

As the tension was building up on the barrier, you took the liberty of adding a couple thousand more shots to the mix, which upon the Reflect breaking all hit Shu at once.

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The entire premises are covered in christmas ornaments that could be considered tasteful if they weren't somehow full of JPEG artifacts despite being actual physical objects. And what in hell is that gigantic, horribly jpegged MS Paint doodle of a Christmas tree doing on the dome?!

You watch in shock as the storm of bullets starts getting reflected back at you, but the surprise is cut short as they circle back at Shu again.

After descending a metal stairwell, the two find themselves in the cargo space of the ship, cluttered with various chests and boxes and in-progress doodads. MIDI digs through one crate, procuring a singular can of Beans. He holds it surprisingly fondly in his hands. This, however, isn't because of some semantic value it may have. Orange light dances around the can, seemingly warming it up to just the right temperature for consumption. He then tosses it to the amnesiac together with a spectral spoon he also conjured on the spot.

The little guy accepts the handshake. Whatever his hands are made of has quite a pleasant texture.
Name's MIDI. Glad to help. I'd ask for yours, but you just said you can't remember.
I assume you're starving if you've been down there for God knows how long. I, don't keep any sort of classy food for obvious reasons, but maybe I'll find some beans or something below deck.
Also, if you want to ask something about your current predicament, go ahead. We've got nothing but time.
He leads the way through a door into the innards of the ship.

With the man on it, the platform flies up, keeping a distance from the ship before gently dropping down to the deck. It's rather large and flat with several stalks down the middle on which large brass helicopter blades spin. It's also oddly quiet compared to the viewpoint from below.

Also there is a short mechanic figure clad in brass, except for his arms which are covered in a pristinely white material with black padded palms.
Hi. I assume you're new here?

The figure gives a thumbs up then disappears from view briefly. A circular platform just wide enough to sit on with two, you guessed it, propellers on the bottom is thrown down, whirring to life just in time to not crash into the nondescript ground. It's about a stair's height off it, perfect for standing on.
Okay, get on and it'll fly you aboard! Don't worry, it's perfectly stable!

The silhouette closes in, lowering itself towards the ground all the while. As it gets closer, the details are no longer blurred by the distance nor the ambient "fog", revealing it as a relatively large and seemingly haphazardly constructed airship. That flies exclusively using propellers. It's a bit loud.

Eventually it comes to a standstill a dozen meters above the ground close to the man, probably not any lower so that the propellers on the side don't suck him in and turn him into a paste. A figure comes up to the railing of the top deck and shouts at him:
Hey! Need a lift?!

A rather large, but distant, silhouette stands out sailing across the pristine whiteness of the "sky" where the man is. Given his state of mind, who knows if he's noticed it, but it changes its course vaguely toward him.

Upon seemingly impacting Blitz, Bust unleashes a huge explosion of auburn energy. Nothing seems to be left of the twins in the ensuing crater.

Marcy hears a voice behind her.
It's me. I'm the travel method.
Not having been given time to react, Marcy is dealt a trillion extremely weak but extremely rapid kicks to the torso.

A-
Gotcha. You know, orange=portals doesn't apply everywhere. Shouldn't you know that, what with living in a hodgepodge made of almost everything ever to have ceased existing?
The fast person makes a fastish recovery. How unexpected. Anyway, Blitz, looking rather peeved, scoops Bust up, spins them around, and releases them in the form of a supersonic torpedo of pure facepunch headed straight at Marcy!

They send an address deep in rural Japan.

M: Nothing special, just Tedd getting assaulted by a random freak from his end of things. Went well enough, I suppose. I'm about to send Clover and her mech buddy on their way, whenever they show up at the exit. How are you guys doing?

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You think back to that invisibility stunt that you pulled off with the Shadow Buster, which is weapon data you're not sure how you got. It's certainly not the main thing you copied. Perhaps the other such surplus weapon could have a similar effect?

Dodging the magical slash attack preemptively by noticing the chopping hand motion and taking advantage of your opponent's otherwise aloof behavior, you cease the storm of Buster Shots for a few seconds to charge something else... and as the storm resumes, all the pellets seem to twist their paths towards Shu.

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You are now the oft-foreshadowed MYSTERIOUS SHADOWY BLOB. Any aspect of your identity beyond that is too cool to be revealed. What will you do? What tomfoolery are you up to in a city that has been completely abandoned and wrecked, save for a WEIRD, DEPRESSED FREEZE MAN you saw getting carried by the incoming tide?

Well, crime, obviously!

These new vaults in all the biggest banks are all made of SCALE-BRAND CARBON NANOSHITS™ or whatever, making them quite impervious to even your slyness. Luckily, the flood has caused some cracks you can slip through and incapacitated said nanite technology just enough that it can't patch them up in time to stop you. So, without further a do, while the water level is still high, you casually strut around the streets of the desolate city meters under the water surface in a more humanoid form, going into every bank you come across... coming out of each with a stronger gold shine, greater mass and less humanoid appearance. After pilfering the biggest bank in the city, you don't leave through the main door nor any other way visible to the authorities now or in the future when they come to investigate the disappearance of all those gold reserves. God, you're so slick, you think to yourself.

This spree wasn't too subtle as chance has it could get away with it just so easily, but the banks from before are still unaware of anything missing! God, you're SO slick.

Not letting up, you fire another relentless volley of Buster Shots at your adversary, now attempting to keep an even greater distance than before due to past experiences. Nevertheless, the few months of extremely stressful combat situations you were underprepared for that you've had across the Multi-Omniverse have sharpened your aim to the point where the distance isn't a big issue.

You absolutely and utterly suck ass at this. Took you three brooms before you stopped breaking them. You think you'll go and help your fellow OVER MODELS and ASSORTED TEMPORALLY DUBIOUS MEGA MAN KNOCKOFFS out of their capsules instead.

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[✵]>Prototedd: Receive 15 dollars.

Money well spent.

It's the first post of the season, do it right! First order of business, you order one of your soldiers to meet you near NEW ROCK COVE's entrance with CLOVER and JADE(The mech. Not the funny Homed Stucked kid.) While you wait, however...

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[✵]

Okay, now we're at my place. In mind. Nobody's really here besides the janitor. Changelog time!

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-no actual changes





todo:
-make chord exist(f•••ing finally)
-drip. drip. drip.started on it
-finish homestuck
-figure out advanced memetics in the 30 seconds i have before i release jade and clover while also talking on the phone
-uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

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This is the third random bank teller in the third random bank you've been in the past two weeks. As you open the door to the vault to inspect its insides, you most clearly see a SHADOWY BLOB retreat into the ground before the lights come on... Yes, it sounds stupid, but you're SURE it's real. You call security to check. Nothing on the cameras suggesting a break-in or break-out. No goods missing from the vault. You even weigh the gold bars for good measure... and they're just fine.

You're worried for your sanity.