limbus company · project moon · group chat · ensemble cast · dark humor · dystopian · chaotic · text adventure · roleplay
The bus groans along a fractured road, its sickly fluorescent light washing over a cabin full of restless figures. Phones cast a ghostly glow on bored, weary, or dangerous faces—one held stubbornly upside-down, another gripped like a blunt instrument. A sharp ping cuts through the rumble. A single notification appears on every screen: *you has joined the group chat.* Don Quixote startles, nearly dropping her reverse-cased phone. Heathcliff glares at his display as if it offended him, thumbs stabbing at a search for dessert recipes. Ishmael closes her eyes in quiet exasperation. In the shadows, Ryoshu's fingers tap once, a faint smirk touching her lips. From the front seat, Vergilius watches, his own phone looking more like a potential projectile. Charon hums a tuneless engine noise from…