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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 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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[ Johanna flips to the green tab in the log book as she speaks. ]
Any of this make sense to you so far?
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Each page in this section of the logbook is a report of an individualized incident for which someone received treatment. The names listed as the patient receiving treatment are short words like GUNNY and DUNER and PACE; the signature at the bottom is uniformly STITCH. A fairly lengthy portion of the book features these same names over and over again; however, if Johanna continues to page back a ways, she'll notice that eventually they change to different ones, and the signatory at the bottom also changes. Further still, they change again.
Though the actual documentation is difficult to make out in that way that reading things is sometimes difficult to parse and retain in dreams, she is able to make out the nature of the incidents tends to be things like broken arms, lacerations, contusions, and other types of trauma injuries, albeit dotted through here and there with things like routine checkups, headaches, and the like.]
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[ and his own, which has no border. still working on deducing what that means.
Reno comes back over from the chair in the corner so he can look into the logbook from behind Jo, noting the names and signatories. it seems standard, really—medbay incident reports, treatment logs. out of curiosity, he does scan for "MYSTIC" or "FANGS" among the names in the green section, although he doesn't really expect to see them there. ]
We got blood stuff in the corner. Either to take it or put somethin' in. Judging by the restraints I'm guessin' either nobody wanted to get their blood drawn or they didn't want to have anything put in 'em.
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[ Is there any indication of what departments these colors correspond to? ]
And a glass case in the corner.
[ She gives him a grim look. They've talked about biological experimentation before, and she thinks they're in agreement on it being A Pretty Bad Scene, usually.
Now, to that glass case. She leaves the logbook and goes to look it over. Is it actually big enough to hold a person? Are there any obvious ways to get it open and closed?
And perhaps, more importantly, if she closes her eyes, presses her hand to the glass, and just sort of ... tries to be open to the unbidden, how are the vibes? ]
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- White: regular physical examinations and blood testing.
- Yellow: regular physical examinations and minor everyday injuries/ailments. Carpal tunnel and back strain are fairly frequent.
- Blue: regular physical examinations and minor everyday injuries/ailments. Carpal tunnel and back strain are fairly frequent.
Regarding the glass case — it's not so much a "case" as it is a fairly big section of the room glassed off, big enough to house, say, large pieces of equipment or an operating table or other such specialized things. There is definitely a panel that slides open, with no locks or fastenings in any respect! The way it's partitioned off seems like it's more about containment/sterility than, like, captivity.
The vibes are overwhelmingly positive. Lives were saved here, probably.]
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I got a key. [ he holds that up, letting Jo see the keycard. ] I also got a note about... pretty sure this is what juice people like to have after getting their blood drawn. G likes apple juice—maybe that's Ghost? M likes orange, N likes apple. Signed by an "Arche."
[ which isn't among the names that Ghost has dropped to him so far. also, incidentally, Reno also likes apple. ]
How's the vibe check? [ he's assuming that's what she's doing with her hand on the glass. either that or communing with it. ]
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[ — comes a voice, unexpectedly. ]
REGRETTABLY, I AM UNABLE TO SIGN ANYTHING, AS I DO NOT HAVE HANDS.
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[ She was going to say the vibes are fine, actually but now she's going to snatch her hand back from the glass and look around for WHOMST??? ]
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he recognizes the gesture and aborts it immediately, but still. "seven hells," as Thancred would say. ]
Guessin' you must be Arche, then.
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The voice in question is very clearly not human; it's got that sort of even, modulated style that's reminiscent of being computer-generated, like GLaDOS or Gipsy Danger (but I repeat myself). There isn't really an identifiable location it seems to be coming from, e.g. there's no hidden speaker to pinpoint or anything like that. The pitch and tone are decidedly feminine.]
CORRECT. I AM ARCHE. I WILL REFRAIN FROM ADVISING YOU THAT THERE IS NO NEED TO BE ALARMED AS THERE IS A HIGH PROBABILITY THIS WOULD ONLY FURTHER ALARM YOU.
I WILL INSTEAD TELL A JOKE. QUERY: WHAT DO MAGICIANS DO WHEN THEY ARE FRUSTRATED?
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[You can almost hear the " :( " in it.]
THE ANSWER IS, "PULL THEIR 'HARE' OUT."
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All right, Arche, do you know where Ghost is in all this?
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I AM AWARE THAT SHE IS NOT PRESENT IN THE FACILITY. THIS IS BECAUSE I HELPED TO FACILITATE HER ESCAPE. HOWEVER, UPON LEAVING THE BOUNDS OF THIS FACILITY I BECAME UNABLE TO IDENTIFY HER LOCATION. MY INFLUENCE IS LIMITED TO THE INTERNAL CONFINES OF THIS FACILITY.
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Are we in the Agency?
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I AM UNCERTAIN HOW THE FACSIMILE CAME INTO BEING OR WHY CERTAIN PORTIONS WERE SELECTED. HOWEVER, THERE IS A HIGH PROBABILITY THAT THERE IS SOME SIGNIFICANCE TO THE AREAS THAT COMPRISE THE FACSIMILE.
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[ Frowning, she looks around the space. There are a lot of questions she'd like to ask this computer -- or this memory of the computer, maybe? -- from what was done in this room to what happened that required Ghost to escape, to why she appears to have been assigned a field agent "go get yourself beat up" role and Reno wasn't. This place is full of secrets, and she doesn't like secrets she's not part of. ]
I think we should go see what that key will get us into. And how the others are coming along.