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15strangers2019-08-16 10:56 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15strangers2019-08-16 10:56 pm
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FINAL TRIAL
[The Strangers manage to escape. By the time anyone has realized they have left, the Analemma is already on a course to a new destination, one not intended by their Conductor-who was certainly surprised to find their ride gone, hours later.
Cardia has turned off radar and other equipment that would allow anyone to find the train easily. There is no barrier around this train, so everyone can see the Clockwork Sun as it gets closer and closer.
They aren't going to London, obviously. Cardia manages to explain that, originally, the Throne of Hours was located there, but after Victoria became Twice-Renewed, the Throne was ordered moved closer to the Sun. Now, it is connected to the station called Sunspur-a desolate place, formerly an exhibition hall, where only the Sun's engineers and wayward captains now go. No one dares to cross the bridge that connects the Throne to it, when they are there.
That will change, but not immediately. Even at top speed, it will take several hours for the train to reach its destination. Cardia suggests everyone relax in the Lounge of this new train. Apparently, this one was going to pick up its newest passengers very shortly, and so the bar and kitchens are stocked with food and drink, at least.
There is much to talk about. Much to look through, and much to consider. The past four weeks have been difficult to process, but the evidence from Perdurance has been especially daunting. It only shows just how stark the situation is-and it's up to the Strangers to figure out just what they will do when they do, at last, confront Her Enduring Majesty.
After all.
Whatever happens, a reckoning cannot be postponed. Not indefinitely. And the bill is almost due...]
[It's time! The objectives are simple in this trial: untangle the story of this place and decide what to ultimately do when they finally confront Victoria, the Mastermind of the Little Courtesy! It will not be easy and the truth, as ever, will not be a light one.
Will they triumph? Will they go home? What else might happen? What else could be in store? There's only way to find out!
Have fun, and good luck! And remember-
All shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well.]
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I don't know what we're going into, either. Maybe we will lose everything. Maybe we'll find a miracle.
But we have to try. We can't just lay down and die here. We'll either go down fighting and die as ourselves or come out the other side victorious. Those are the options we have before us.
Anything else lets them win. It makes all the sacrifice we've endured for nothing. We can't allow that.
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[It's easier to believe in someone else than to confront the cold facts of their situation. It's easy. She has longed for anything in this hellish world to be easy, to be simple, to feel right.
And it does feel right, to nod, to gently squeeze Ris' hand. That Ris doesn't hate her has her too shaken by relief to do anything else. Even if it's a hollow hope born of exhaustion... Charlotte is letting herself hope.]
I wanted... do you think she'll remember us, if we die like all the others?
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I don't know. If our Conductors have told the truth, we'll be the first to die in front of her in a long, long time. And I suppose that's something worth remembering.
But even if she doesn't...
At least this time, we can go out knowing we tried rather than laying down and letting fate take us like all our lives before.
[She's talking about herself, there, despite the plural. Still, even without several alternate lives worth of memories to sort through, Charlotte can probably understand the sentiment, if nothing else.]