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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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Yeah... Sure... What are you guys even doing?
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The priest motions to a figure off to the side, almost completely cloaked and holding a sword.]
The Rushlight...our representative in your group. We would have enjoyed to meet him, to see him in person. Alas, we cannot! Consumed by betrayal, but...perhaps that was inevitable.
It comes easy with any kind of Courtesy.
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Wha... You knew the tiger guy? ...Atsushi?
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[There is a smile on the priest's face.]
It is not often, we make a new candle. Even less often that another place makes the candle for us.
Would you wish to see what is under there, before we proceed?
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... Might as well... I'm not gonna let you guys use me as a candle, if that's what you're thinking.
CW: You know how the Giant Titan looks? Basically....that
[With a nod, the priest signals, and the figure slowly pulls off a small part of its hood.
It looks like it could be Atsushi. Could be, if it lacked skin. Eyes that are bulged out in comparison to the rest of the form stare back beneath muscle and bone...and...]
Re: CW: emeto
Hey, is there any place Zack can throw up? Because he's probably gonna end up doing it on the floor if he can't find a bucket in ten seconds.]
CW: emeto
CW: emeto, even in the icon
Ugh... WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?! YOU FUCKING SKINNED SOMEONE AND PUT HIM ON DISPLAY?!
FALLEN LONDON SPOILERS...
On the contrary! This was given to us, unexpectedly one day. We came to understand it was the remains of the new candle; we have a tradition for it. Now, it waits for its head to cleave. It waits for its purpose to be fulfilled.
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What?!
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[stiiiiill smiling]
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[He's pretty sure this is different from ghosts and also gross and this priest is being way too creepy must kill must not kill mUST NOT KILL MUSTNOTKILLUDON'TWANNADIEFROMPURPLEBITCHDONTKILLDONTKILLFUUUUUUUUUU]
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[The priest raises a hand.]
You clearly are overwhelmed. Surely you would not wish to do something foolish while here, do you?
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NNGH....
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[Is there something you want, Zack?]
1/2
2/2
So he turns on his heel and focuses on the ground in front of him as he storms out. He might blindly shove some priests out of the way but NOPE. NOPE.]