15strangers | WEEK 4

WEEK 4

[After the meeting, Lilac gives everyone a small vial of something red. Those who left the meeting receive it from the rats on the crew. She gives instructions as to how to take it. Take in a drink, preferably tea. Drink it slowly. Make sure you can get to your bed once you finish. The headache will come quickly.

Nevertheless, even as everyone slips into sleep, they are visited once more by the Conductor in what must have been a dream. Or was it? It's not clear.

She is quiet as she speaks, looking out the windows, even though the view is obscured by the glass.

"I know you think me as a monster. Maybe I am after all these years. I have no illusions. But I cannot regret the things I've done.

"Nor can I regret the Bazaar...it was so wonderful. It opened my eyes to the truth of things and opened doors I never could have seen on my own. It was the first time I felt true love for another. I wasn't the only one-my daughter, too, passed through the Wicket. Saw the sea more sunless within the Bazaar's body. Learned as I learned. She sought to rival me in symbols, in marking skin."

She closes her eyes.

"She is dead now, of course. Everyone I knew in the Neath-on our Earth-is. Well. Almost everyone. London endures, naturally. But the Echo Bazaar...it's beautiful promise...it's gone. The Seventh City will never fall, and it's Message will forever remain undelivered. Of all the creatures in the universe who might remember it, I am alone in honoring it.

"Perhaps it's noble. Perhaps it's foolish. In any case, maybe it doesn't matter. Maybe it's the thought that's important. As long as I am here, there is yet a possibility that the deed may be finished, somehow.

"Still, I wonder. Maybe you have the answer.

What happens to a Message, when neither the sender and receiver exist anymore?"

As the day dawns, everyone wakes up to the sound of howling winds and darkness. Their head hurts, but they do have a new memory to accompany the ache. They are also at a new port. It is a dark place, teetering on the edge of safe space and the unknown in between void, where those who enter rarely return. Or, so you have to assume, right? Either way, that blackness on the deep horizon doesn't look particularly fun to try to drive through.

There is a legitimate fear in Lilac's expression that betrays her for the first time, as she lets everyone disembark, including the unicorn and the young man, who quickly jump onto another train to get away from this place. She also refuses to leave the train. She does leave you with a fair warning.

The Synod of Carcels is dangerous, in its own way, and everyone can feel it. Everyone can feel something hanging in the air. It's not natural. It's bending reality. It's also not something that started with you or your arrival. Yet it threatens to become that way, to become part of you. You can feel the temptation gnaw at you. You can hear the winds whisper of it. There is a hunger here-and knowledge as well.

The question, of course, is whether the price to uncover those things is worth it-and what will be found here with the price that is paid. But as the Conductor said-a reckoning cannot be postponed. Not forever.

There are eleven strangers left in this place.]

((IMPORTANT OOC NOTE: This week and it's investigations involve major Fallen London spoilers, in particular spoilers regarding Seeking Mr. Eaten's Name and one of it's endings. If you, as a player here, are playing Fallen London and do not wish to be spoiled, let us know, and we will make sure you are not given any ending spoilers to the best of our ability. We will also be marking spoiler-filled comments with tags, and we request that our players do likewise, in consideration for those who might look through this post in the future.

With that said, have fun, and remember-all shall be well.))

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[...Well, this is how his morning is going to be, he guesses.

Don't mind the television taking a bit of a cautious approach and staying out of immediate range of potential rage-fueled flinging of statues.]

I take it you remembered something about that gilded lawn decoration.

[It really should have been a question, but RGB just honestly can't muster the inflection to not make it a statement.]

[To be fair, it'd be more surprising if he didn't come to that conclusion.

King turns to RGB, managing to keep himself from sounding and looking too angry.]

Yup. The one that gave it to me should be able to talk to me through it, and he's either decided to be useless it my time of need, or he somehow can't talk through it any more, which I kind of doubt.

...Unless he was changed the way we were.

[But maybe that's just his largely pessimistic nature talking.]

If they have the power to make a celestial being completely powerless, then we might be a new level of screwed.

As it stands, hopefully they're just as powerful as one, and can't really do something like that.

[He's...not usually the optimistic one, but right now might be the one time where he has to be.]

Not powerless. Changed. He might not be able to contact you, but I doubt anyone could take every trick from a fox without unmaking them entirely.

No, it is the change itself that concerns me.

[He scratches the back of his head now, thinking about it.]

I still doubt they managed to change him. I...could believe it if the problem is the statue itself, or something else, but actually controlling a demigod like that? It's...hard to believe, to put it lightly.

And yeah, no kidding. I have the chance to actually fix the situation, and instead I look like I'm insane.

[He can not catch a break can he]

[He quirks a smile at that, though it seems oddly devoid of any overflow of colour at all.]

...I know the feeling all too well.

I...feel like I should be more surprised at that than I really am.

[On one hand, just looking at him, he's probably from a weird world and he may seem pretty normal there. On the other hand, King's not sure a talking television will seem normal anywhere ever.]

I'm not blind to how others perceive me, odd as I seem. Even you write me off to some degree, though less so than most here.

[He states it as simple fact, as if he's just... used to it.]

As far as I'm concerned, however, it would be madder not to try whatever might help our situation than not.

[Well, now he's wincing a little bit, feeling a little bad about judging him by his appearance.]

Sorry. I'm just sort of...used to seeing things that most wouldn't consider normal.

[You kind of have to when demigods start meddling in your personal life.

He gives a small smile at that second statement, though.]

Thanks. It may not work, but I felt like I should at least try.

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