RP Realm: Tower Twelve - Stable.   Posted by Talon.Group: 0
Talon
 GM, 198 posts
 Weaver of Tales
 The Underlying Order
Sat 22 Feb 2020
at 22:38
RP Realm: Tower Twelve - Stable
On the eighteenth floor of a skyscraper that no longer existed sat the studio for Channel Twelve News, 'Your Source For Local News'. Or at least it was. The rest of the tower was gone and while the windows still looked out over a sunny street the image might as well have been painted onto the glass because the image was a lie, outside was Nothing. Many little pockets of reality had survived the End, some were large, some were small. Tower Twelve was decidedly small. All it really was now was the main studio floor. Six camera sat unattended now and only the maintenance lights were still on. The desks that had once been reserved for the news anchor, the weather man, the political analyst, were all empty. An elevator at the far end of the hall served as the way in and out of Studio Twelve.

But that's not to say the studio was useless. Far from it.

It's many cameras had once broadcast all across the world. Now that the End had rolled through it had warped this purpose, warped but not perverted. This cameras still broadcast, but now rather than to one world, they could broadcast to any world. There was no more powerful platform than Tower Twelve, whoever sat in front of those cameras would have their message received, although the form it took may vary based upon the location of the receiver. Now whether the recipient were capable of communicating back was another matter.

Realm Characteristics
Stable - This Realm will not collapse without outside interference
Transmitter - This Realm can send messages to anyone anywhere.

Entrances
Elevators - An unassuming elevator at the far end of the studio.

Inhabitants
Uninhabited

Features
The Studio Floor - A stage once fit for mid-budget local broadcasting. Cameras and lightning are still functional
Talon
 GM, 199 posts
 Weaver of Tales
 The Underlying Order
Sat 22 Feb 2020
at 22:41
RP Realm: Tower Twelve - Stable
Stepping through a shimmer, a doll emerged from a seemingly solid wall and stepped into a gloomy studio. The place was dark and seemingly deserted. A few maintenance lights were on and the windows allowed sunlight to stream in so the place wasn't entirely dark. Atris' footsteps echoed softly in the silence of this place. Xe seemed safe for the moment, but now where had the homeless god stumbled into? Behind xer the portal they had come through was gone, it seemed to only allow access one way, not that returning to the Void was particularly appealing at this moment.