This is a placeholder for Oak's newest thread, GMed by Tadeusz.  :)
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Dreams of stabbing yourself in the eye with a green crayon pass into getting a pie in the face pass into someone using your head as a tee for a golf game pass into your being Elvis's white jumpsuit tossed into a spin cycle....

And the ground is shaking under you.  Only its rough-timbered wood.  Its wet, and the timbers creak in the high wind.

OOC: Are my thoughts clear and normal again?  Better immediate death than brain virus infestation...  :o

:: Dearest LORD, please guard and guide me now, I pray... ::

:: Ring, are you online?  Please acknowledge.  If so, begin monitoring and recording.  Summarize contents of any available transmissions.::

Eyes still closed, I pick up whatever my normal senses currently tell me.  (Do my ears hear waves?  Does my nose smell ocean?)

I experimentally attempt to look at my surroundings via clairvoyance...

And if I don't detect anything dangerous, then I open my eyes...
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::Online. No transmissions.::

You hear the surge and spatter of waves.  You smell water.

You see with clairvoyance a large multi-part raft with timber buildings on top of it.  The raft has five parts totalling about ten thousand square feet.  You're on a deck about four feet from the two foot tall wall at the edge.

Opening your eyes, you see the raft is made of heavy timbers and tied together with chains and ropes.  The sea is wild and untamed and unfriendly.  And you realize that it felt like it was watching you as you did clairvoyance.

The waves are twenty feet high, and in the sky clouds spin and whirl into occassional fantastic shapes.

I shift my clairvoyance, looking into the nearby timber buildings.

Then I shift it again, looking down at myself from a rapidly increasing height, until I get an aerial view of my position relative to the nearby land masses, and eventually the planet itself...

OOC: Questions:

(Q1) Any sign of the brain virus, or did my immediate and rather drastic anti-virus maneuver leave it behind?

(Q2) What response (if any) did I feel from my prayer?

You slip your viewpoint into the nearest timber building.  Its dark, and a barely discernible shape that is quite tall is moving rapidly inside.  On to the next, and its a large, empty space with benches along the walls.  And on to the next, and its small, and its an outhouse.  And the next is a storage shed.  And the next is a family of four humans, a blonde woman, a redbearded, but bald man, a teenage girl, and a young boy all dressed in sophisticated white jumpsuits.  And the next is a small, low space and on a pile of large pillows underneath a huge blanket you see sticking out a stick like arm, with three taloned fingers, and gray skin.

You go up, and water.  And the water seems to be staring at you with a cold hatred.  You go higher, and more water.  Higher, and still water, and still water, with no sign of a curve of the Earth.  And higher, and you're standing on green grass with a tree in front of you, and golden apples hanging off the tree, and a startled looking girl in a ....something....no, pair of blue jeans and t-shirt, who is staring at you.  You have a body.

::Left behind.

::Not enough time for you to say what response you got.

:: Dearest LORD, please guard and guide me now, I pray... ::

:: Ring, are you still online?  Please acknowledge.  If so, begin monitoring and recording.  Summarize contents of any available transmissions.::

I give a gentle nod and smile to this unexpected arrival, though I suppose that it is I that did the arriving...

"'Peace be unto you.'  I'm sorry to intrude, but I am lost.  Please, where are we?"

You feel protected, even if an angel does not visibly show up.

::Still online. No transmissions detected.

She frowns.

"I am Hespera, a daughter of Nyx. We are on the Golden Isle to the west of Oceanus.  By what right are you here?"

I attempt to use my Sight as I regard the girl and her surroundings.

"I am John, an unworthy servant of the Sovereign Lord, the Almighty Father, Creator of All, and of the Son and Savior, Jesus Christ, and of the Holy Spirit.  I do not currently know why I am here.  But I know that He has placed me here, for His good purposes."

I take a breath to compose my thoughts.

"I come from a very far land, but was transported to the deck of a raft riding the waves of a hostile sea.  Then I rose high above the raft and high above the sea, and kept rising until I suddenly found myself here with you."

"I did not intend to intrude upon you or this place.  Is my presence here displeasing?  Do you wish me to attempt to depart?"
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You use your Sight, and it flares with light until it shuts down.  You're aching and exhausted.

"You dare bring those names here? And then you seek to spy on a goddess?  Know what my sister Diana did to the Hunter?"

Her rage is like standing in a hurricane.

I pray silently, and regard her calmly, my voice carrying steadily over the tempest.

"I did not intend to intrude, and I grieve that those names offend you."

"But it is written: 'Wherefore God also hath highly exalted him, and given him a name which is above every name: That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.'"

"If you know those names, then you must know that my words are true.  Why not then turn to Him while there is still time?"

"YOU!! I will destroy you...."  Her rage is like the sky turned green and you see the onset of Night creeping across the sky.  Not just night, but a Night that extends for lightyears and thousands of years.

"No. You will not." And you see Alon there. "Great One, your pardon, but this one is not in your hand."

She turns red as if she had swallowed a Sun, and was about to explode.

"Leave now." Alon says over his shoulder.

My thoughts race with crystal clarity in the space of a single heartbeat.

: I am aching and exhausted...  I know not how I got here...  I have faithfully delivered tidings that are sorely needed here...  And I am now commanded to depart immediately... :

And so it is that I give a respectful nod, immediately press the business end of my lightsaber against my forehead, and activate it.

: Into thine hands... :

"Nooo.." Alon yells reaching for you, but its too late.

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