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WHO: Ghost (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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 Kid™ 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 Kid™ 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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Aside from obvious aesthetic considerations - do you remember the ferris wheel, Alhaitham?
[ that door that had swung open. the rushing of air. ]
This place isn't built like that. It wasn't made by design for human hands to put together. This is far more like a dream than a memory. I doubt conventional means of breaking out will have much of an effect, so it's perhaps best to follow whatever rules that this place operates by.
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Traditional means of breaking out hasn't really worked in any of these strange dimensions, so I wasn't expecting to be able to break the door down. But couldn't this be like a memory of a space that wasn't made by human hands?
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[ ... ] Unless... this is technology from her original world.
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Perhaps that's what this place is. [ kaveh looks, from wall-to-wall. ] Well, I suppose even if we asked her later, she wouldn't be able to say so, one way or another. But it's a thought, isn't it? The body remembers, and the mind tries to replicate it, piece by piece.
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He cants his head in silent acquiescence.] She'd probably wonder why we asked at all about a place she clearly can't remember.
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Or she'll write herself a past. One or the other, right?
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... you know, once in a while, you do have the ability to say something agreeable. Poignant, even. Good work.
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but also looping back to a) this is still alhaitham, and so kaveh allows the briefest brush of their lips, before he kicks alhaitham's ankle. ]
Behave. You've only said one agreeable thing so far. Solve Ghost's puzzle before you go off being all celebratory.
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Well, pleased anyway:] I'm sure everyone will do their best that we leave as quickly as possible. Unless you intend to keep standing there.
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Then, go. Start walking, and I'll do the same!