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15strangers2019-08-04 10:27 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2019-08-04 10:27 pm
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.
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[ If he had a say in how he'd like the world to end up in it'd probably be in some kind of hell fire. That'd make an intetesting sight.
...He doesn't care too much about it though. Just that it'd make things more lively. ]
It was something to do for awhile in a place like this. Least I can't say I was forced to hear one of our captors monologue again.
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[She's absolutely glowing right now, which cannot even remotely be a good sign considering the context.]
To keep it brief... it turns out my former "master" did imbue me with some sort of power, after all. Before I got here, I was able to see the seams in the fabric of reality. Manipulate them. Rip them out and watch things fall apart like a sweater unraveling.
I'd love to do the same to all of this. I think it would be a fitting end after all this place has done to us.
[W E L P]
Wait. Again? What could they even prattle on at you about?
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[ That's...interesting.
He never knew she'd had a power like that. ]
Yeah, I'd have to agree. Haven't seen anything like that in action, but after all of this, I'm sure you could show me just fine.
[ Welp indeed. ]
Plenty of things. Like what the lady was going on about in that dream. I can't say I care for any of it.
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[NICE PEOPLE, NICE THINGS]
Oh, disgusting. What makes them think any of us give a damn about their nonsense? Ugh...
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[ ISN'T IT JUST ]
The only thing of interest to me was her having a part to play in pulling us onto the train. Anything else that's personal hardly has any worth to me.
[ He supposes Towa might find it worth something, but he doesn't, and clearly Ris doesn't either. So solidarity in that. ]
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If she wants me to give a damn about her losses, she can stop causing mine.
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Or she could start rebelling against the Empress.
[ Now he's just probably stating something that'd be impossible. But come on, it'd be interesting to watch. ]
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I wonder just how much that sun-cannon of hers can do. What damage it might to do a "god."
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That 'Clockwork Sun"? Too bad it's currently under the Empress' control as her "Judgment" or whatever that lady called it.
Otherwise, it could be good.
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[♥]
And then we'd reduce the damn thing to smithereens, naturally. But, you know, one last use for that awful thing's light wouldn't be a bad thing.
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[ And it's perfect? He doesn't know how they'd manage but if there was a way...he'll take it. Anything's possible, right? ]
But, you're right. It'd be actually something interesting to watch.
[ Now, he loves a good fight, but also...he just happens to dislike the Empress enough, so grats to her. A special hell reserved for making him go through trials on a train again. ]
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[Leave it to the girl who's been trampled underfoot her whole life to come up with something like this, though...]
For as long as it would last. But it would be a glorious few seconds of our lives.
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Especially in the face of hearing one like this. ]
...Yeah, I'd say the show would be well worth it.
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[McBurn, stop encouraging her!]
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[ But why stop when he can continue encouraging GREAT ideas!! ]
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It'll take some doing to figure out how to swipe control of a sun, but... we've got some brilliant minds on our side, don't we? In cases like this, I do think there's something to be said for power in numbers.