((This roleplay is based on the original, game-world of Ymaggion. If you have questions please PM me))
Project Theta. It was supposed to revolutionize the game, make it so people could play while even asleep. But it didn't work. A few days in, people started experiencing reports of not being able to log out, leaving their minds trapped inside the game. Before Ymaggion Corporation could cancel the sales of the Theta-Devices, tens of thousands were unable to leave. Those who had the devices forcibly removed were killed from the neural damage, and those killed in the game received the same treatment. Now, about a month later, many of these players are growing desperate or losing their grips on the true reality. In Minervum, a group of these players have gathered, led by a player named Oracle, to discuss a possible solution.
It was a ballroom of sorts that they were gathering in. Tables were set up all over the place, some big and some small, and there was enough food to feed a few hundred people at least, though there couldn't have been more than a hundred in the room as it was. People milled around the room, many of them awkwardly, but just as many with a confidence that came from being in the game. Some of them mingled at the tables, meeting people and getting to know each other. Others, though, stood at a distance, either too uncomfortable or too insular to speak with anyone else.
Another man entered the ballroom, and he checked his public information not for the first time that night. His character bio was hidden along with his guild tag, but double checking it made him feel more comfortable about it. This was, indeed, a very odd event to attend. As far as he knew, nothing like this had been attempted--or needed, for that matter--since the beta test. It wasn't enough to make him nervous, just careful. The cities were not always as safe as the authorities wanted people to believe.
In another world, he knew his height was average, but in Ymaggion people tended to be taller. That was a memory that seemed surprisingly difficult to place, but he couldn't be bothered by it right now. For now, he was just another player, a few inches shy of six feet with brown hair and brown eyes. Just another face in the crowd.
The din of conversation and ambient music filled the room as he fully entered it. Time to get to work.