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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.
With that said, have fun, and remember-all shall be well.))
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[He fires the flame in his hand upwards and away from him as he recognizes the shapes in the darkness. Frumpkin wisely jumps down just before Charlotte impacts. He rocks back for a moment, stiffening up as he does.]
J-ja, hallo to you too...
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...Done over there?
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[Her voice is muffled against Caleb, and she honestly sort of regrets throwing herself at him but at the same time, the last time she'd glimpsed him he'd been talking to thin air.]
You're okay, right? You're not - was it one of the ghosts? Did you meet them too?
[She'll need to take a closer look at that tablet, but for now... for now she's just going to cling, because she was more frightened by all of this than she'd even admitted to herself, and he is one of her people now, and he's real.]
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I'm fine. ... I need to keep going. We need to find out what is at the end of this. It's... something that even the Conductor didn't reach. We have to find it...
[There's a shaky, slightly unhinged note to his voice. He's not looking at her or McBurn, he's looking past them to the rock.]
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You heard him. Might as well get moving.
[ He doesn't fancy just standing around in a place like this. It's unpredictable...and just so happens to be in a way that doesn't generate fights, so. You know. ]
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[It's unpredictable in a way that could have them all wandering in separate directions forever if they don't stick together... so Charlotte pries herself off of Caleb, swipes at her eyes, and takes a long look at the tablet herself before turning purposefully away.]
If we can beat her to something, well... I don't know about you two but I'd be proud of it.
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I don't... know about 'proud', but it feels like there is something important pat there that we need to find. It is almost... arcane, but I have not been able to feel arcane energy since the last train...
[He takes a few steps forward, towards the figures in robes, towards the rock.]
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Well, that's that. Time to follow, though he'll have his sword ready just in case. ]
Let's hope it's not a waste of our time.
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[...she says, already glowing again.]
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