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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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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.