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badfeyth), Reno (astraphilia) , Johanna (keepgodwaiting) , Lestat (perfectdevil) , Alhaitham (justscribing) , and Kaveh (fussiest) .
WHAT: The "Monologue With The Moon" player plot!
WHERE: [emphatic shrug]
WHEN: 1/6/24
WARNINGS: Possible references to murder, violence, related dark themes, medical equipment, Omelas Kidâ„¢ Scenarios, shady institutions and their operations, etc.
You are standing in a nondescript, space-age sort of room; the walls are a silver metal so polished that you can almost see shadows of a reflection in it, and the floor is likewise sturdy and reinforced. There are two Star Trek-style sliding doors leading out of the room, one on the left wall and one on the right. Both are currently in open position, enabling you to see out into the corridor beyond; it looks pretty much the same out there as your surroundings in here. Maybe there are doors; you'd have to look closer to check.
Currently in the room with you is a pretty normal-looking wooden podium that's clearly seen some use (though in what ways, you'd have to look more closely at it to determine), and a very abnormal-looking escape portal that's just kind of floating in midair, definitely big enough for even a very tall human to walk through, but for the fact that it's behind an impenetrable forcefield. You're welcome to hurl yourself at this, hit it, whatever, all that you want, but unfortunately it ain't budging under any method currently available to you or your party.
Really, your circumstances look something like this:
The other thing you might notice is that your clothes have received a slight glam-up, in the sense that clipped to a pocket, lapel, belt loop, or other convenient area of your attire is some sort of ID card. That might be worth having a look at.
Speaking of having a look at things, maybe you ought to look around?
badfeyth), Reno (astraphilia) , Johanna (keepgodwaiting) , Lestat (perfectdevil) , Alhaitham (justscribing) , and Kaveh (fussiest) .WHAT: The "Monologue With The Moon" player plot!
WHERE: [emphatic shrug]
WHEN: 1/6/24
WARNINGS: Possible references to murder, violence, related dark themes, medical equipment, Omelas Kidâ„¢ Scenarios, shady institutions and their operations, etc.
You are standing in a nondescript, space-age sort of room; the walls are a silver metal so polished that you can almost see shadows of a reflection in it, and the floor is likewise sturdy and reinforced. There are two Star Trek-style sliding doors leading out of the room, one on the left wall and one on the right. Both are currently in open position, enabling you to see out into the corridor beyond; it looks pretty much the same out there as your surroundings in here. Maybe there are doors; you'd have to look closer to check.
Currently in the room with you is a pretty normal-looking wooden podium that's clearly seen some use (though in what ways, you'd have to look more closely at it to determine), and a very abnormal-looking escape portal that's just kind of floating in midair, definitely big enough for even a very tall human to walk through, but for the fact that it's behind an impenetrable forcefield. You're welcome to hurl yourself at this, hit it, whatever, all that you want, but unfortunately it ain't budging under any method currently available to you or your party.
Really, your circumstances look something like this:
The other thing you might notice is that your clothes have received a slight glam-up, in the sense that clipped to a pocket, lapel, belt loop, or other convenient area of your attire is some sort of ID card. That might be worth having a look at.
Speaking of having a look at things, maybe you ought to look around?
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They do look like they'd show fingermarks something awful. So it's not something out of your head, then?
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And no, it isn't - and it isn't from Alhaitham's head either, nor yours. And I doubt it'd be from Lestat's - the man has too much appreciation for art and fashion to dream up walls that simultaneously manage to be polished enough to see your reflection, and not polished enough to see your reflection. [ kaveh looks. ] Do you really do magic? I don't know you well enough to be able to tell fact from sarcasm.
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[ Oh, that gives her an idea. She pats her pockets, finding her normal possessions, but not what she's after. ]
Do you have a pen on you? Like a marker?
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[ ... ] It isn't the sort that caused all those dream doors, is it? Though I suppose that would be a straight-forward way out of here.
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[ She blinks at him as she accepts the pen, partly for the hammerspace hair, mostly for the mention of a ritual causing the dream doors. ]
No -- god, if I had the power on tap to do something like that, things would be going a lot differently. [ She taps the pen on her palm, a fidget that betrays some of her nerves. ] No, I don't know what I'll do with it yet, but if I need to write a sigil I'd like to have it.
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he considers this. ]
Alright. I don't know much about magic, in all honesty. My own capabilities are sealed, and have been sealed since my arrival here. But if there's a cost, or anything I can help with your sigils and magic, please let me know. I may be overthinking it, but the offer is here if you'd like it.
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What kind of capabilities? I might take you up on that.
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Alhaitham's is working right now, if you wanted to take a look at it.
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[ She glances across the room at Reno as she says this. This is not the time nor place to be thinking about sex magick, probably, but that was proof to her that she can work with people who are used to using external power sources. ]
I'll keep it in mind. Better find out what the hell we're dealing with in here, first.
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I agree. Let's take a look at what problem we've to deal with here - and perhaps make ourselves its problem.
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