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Palamedes Sextus ([personal profile] hellonspectacles) wrote in [community profile] come_sailaway2023-03-05 04:23 pm

In her sepulchre there by the sea

Who: Palamedes Sextus and his cavalier, Camilla Hect, the rest of the House Heirs, a gaggle of spooky monks, some skeletons, a murderer, and you!
What: Memshare adventures! All memories are open to all.
When: Anytime in March
Where: Canaan House, Earth!
Warnings: Canon-typical blood, violence, and mild body horror
Notes: Below the cut you will find some scene-setting and descriptions/notes for each of the prompts. Prompts themselves are in the comments!

In general, characters will assume that you arrived with the other visitors to Canaan House a few weeks before any of the events described below, but they will have no idea who you are and why you’re there, and will be extremely suspicious of your presence.



Canaan House rises out of the sea like a castle, a tower, a crumbling mausoleum. Outside the small island on which it stands, the ocean stretches as far as the eye can see, sparkling under the bright rays of Dominicus. The building itself is clearly old, crumbling in places, windows cracked and bricks pitted; even on a thanergenic planet, where life must fight for its existence, nature is slowly overtaking one of the last symbols of humanity on the planet all people once called home.

Inside, the sense of grand decay continues. If you squint, you might notice the way it resembles a university building, some wings made up with wood floors and elaborate bannisters, fading paintings and rotting tapestries on the walls, while others are full of large, light-filled spaces, all glass, and steel, and concrete. There is a large courtyard with a dry fountain, broken elevators and flights of stairs that end halfway up, and dozens of doors with numbers above the threshold, each with its own unique lock, each requiring a key to open. Listen closely and you might hear an ambient hum of electricity, or the quiet clatter of bone from the dozens of otherwise-silent skeleton constructs that clean, and cook, and gather food for the planet’s first guests in nearly ten thousand years.

Welcome to the First House. Don’t stay any longer than you have to.

The Wind Came Out of the Cloud By Night
Investigate a murder scene! This is the best chance of meeting lots of other characters or exploring Canaan House more broadly.

The Demons Down Under the Sea
Solve a puzzle, fight a skeleton monster, hang out with Palamedes and Camilla

We Loved With a Love That Was More than Love
Experience Palamedes death! Please note that unless previously discussed, characters will not be able to interact with this memory, only observe.
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[personal profile] ablativeholopleather 2023-03-06 07:47 am (UTC)(link)
He's been through a couple of different rifts now, dark and sometimes leading out into starry places, or else pitch black ones. This darkness is...more familiar, in a way. It reminds him of some of the darkened labyrinths he'd traversed in the past and, while this makes him nervous, there is something to be said for making the attempt to conquer this thing that's made him so anxious about being in the dark.

The voices, at least, give Wayne something to move toward, and the creak of his leather boots and jumpsuit barely cut through the otherwise thick silence. He listens hard, and only understands half of what they're saying to one another, but he doesn't make his approach silent or secretive. He's never been good at stealth anyway. Still, he doesn't speak up just yet. He doesn't recognize either voice, having had no chance to meet Palamedes just yet. This just means that later on, at some point, he may have to come to terms with the fact that Wayne just...looks like this.

The shadow he casts from the open doorway that he approaches through is probably unsettling. Sorry, guy.
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[personal profile] ablativeholopleather 2023-03-08 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
There's an immediate flinch at the sound of the knife hitting the metal so close to his head, a sharp inhale and a grimace lightly contorting his face as he stares at it, then back at the man approaching him. His hands come up on reflex palm-out, trying to de-escalate the situation before it comes down to the possibility of a fight.

"Hey, whoa, hold on-"

But then he processes that there doesn't actually seem to be a fight, even if the woman startled him badly enough to take the initiative. "Uh...hi."
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[personal profile] ablativeholopleather 2023-03-10 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
Wayne attempts to relax a little as the man approaches, though it seems obvious that his companion is ready to strike at the slightest provocation. He's moving right past the immediate feeling that being called remarkable gave him, that if he had the subcutaneous blood supply for it that he might have blushed, because this is not the time nor place.

"No, I, uh. I'm kind of. Lost?" His hands fall back to his sides, only moving some as he tries to explain himself. "I was only trying to explore a little and ended up not knowing where to go. Not the first time it's happened." He sounds, for all intents and purposes, like a normal person, quiet and somewhat monotone as if trying not to disturb their surroundings. "What even is all this?"
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[personal profile] ablativeholopleather 2023-03-12 03:33 am (UTC)(link)
As the woman seems to relax, so too does Wayne, his hands tucking into the pockets of his jumpsuit as he pans around the room, looking to the window- the door. Well, he's not bad at puzzles, he's solved plenty, even in places a bit like this. He wishes it wasn't quite so dark, but he could push down the nerves about that if it meant he could try and explore a little more and maybe even help.

He's quite forgotten that this is supposed to be a memory and that all of this was already done.

"Checked for any depressable tiles in the floor or wall? Sometimes that'll get this stuff started." He's watching the floor underfoot as he shifts his weight, before turning his attention back to the two of them, then looking Palamedes in the face. The man is actually a little bit taller than he himself is, not accounting for the horns that make his head its distinctive crescent shape. "You guys got any kind of hints coming into this or is it all on the fly?" They have a reason for being here, he realizes that, but how much information do they have in the first place?

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[personal profile] not_the_last 2023-03-07 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
She recognizes Palamedes's voice, even before she sees the dim light reflect off his spectacles. She's hoping, gods how she is hoping, that her assessment of him is right and he won't default to suspicion and violence on seeing someone who shouldn't be here.

(And there is no doubt whatsoever in her mind that unauthorized persons should not be here.)

So she lets her foot scrape audibly over the floor even before raising her voice and saying aloud "I do beg your pardon."
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[personal profile] not_the_last 2023-03-08 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Cassandra holds both hands up before her chest, palms out, in what she hopes will be understood as a peaceable gesture. "I don't know where here is," she says. "I was brought against my will and I don't know how to leave. Please, I don't mean any harm."
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[personal profile] not_the_last 2023-03-10 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you." She gives a nod to him, a slightly shallower one to the swordswoman (bodyguard, some part of her mind categorizes her), and moves to the indicated seat.

"My name is Cassandra de Rolo. I ... know something of your empire, if it's the one ruled by the," gods what was the phrase Palamedes had used, "Necrolord Prime?"
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[personal profile] not_the_last 2023-03-12 02:31 am (UTC)(link)
"That's not a name I know," she says. "I assure you, if I were attempting any kind of espionage, I would have come prepared with a better cover story. With any cover story at all," she corrects herself, with a sigh.

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[personal profile] fonomena 2023-03-09 05:21 am (UTC)(link)
The space is...familiar and yet not, now isn't it? There are the distinctive bones of a long-disused lab about this space, the decaying lone lab coat on its hook hardly the only indicator; Jade is, unsurprisingly, intimately familiar with such facilities even to this day. But there's little reassurance to be had in this knowledge, really, as Jade stands still for a moment or so waiting for his senses orient from yet another impromptu trip through a rift. This one had unexpectedly opened in a passing of the cabin halls back on the ship--incidentally rather closer to Palamedes' cabin than not, as retrospect will note at some point later.

There could be all sorts of reasons this whole area seems to be in thorough disrepair and falling apart. Yet a light source still struggles overhead, and two people in grey robes stand straight ahead. ...The two people being the rather more pressing issue, obviously. They converse between each other, and something in Jade does perk up in recognition at Pal's voice from the taller figure...but better sense restrains him from opening with the sort of familiar greeting that wants to promptly pop out. Jade now holds several memory-forays under his belt whether he likes it or not, after all, and the few constants between them all have started to sink in. Like the fact that all these memories seem to involve passengers on the Serena Eterna...and the additional fact that their past selves are often found here.

The young lady's voice is unfamiliar. Not someone he knows on the ship, Jade's almost certain. So then, that can only mean...

Hm. Going to have to open with something sooner rather than later. Would it be safer to try and conceal himself at this point, or announce his presence before it ends up unpleasantly surprising the two before him first? In the handful of moments listening to their exchange, Jade ultimately goes with his gut, which says:

"Scientific curiosity is always a perfectly justified reason, isn't it? Can't really go wrong when it's in the name of science, after all!" With all the sardonic cheer of somebody that's totally meant to be here, of course. Though Jade doesn't immediately approach them, at least, content to stand with idle ease in the doorway and gauge the reaction he's about to get from at least a moderate amount of distance.
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[personal profile] fonomena 2023-03-15 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
The wry cheer is familiar, and a heartening thing too. It tells Jade that the chances are at least decent, here...of the Palamedes before him now not being so far off in character from the Palamedes he knows on the Serena Eterna. (Not always the case with many passengers at certain past points in time, after all--as Jade would know, having rather unfortunately exhibited the worst case scenario himself in his own memories...) Even the dangerous glint in his eyes isn't entirely off-putting to behold, and it's met evenly with Jade's own unnaturally red ones; it is sensible, after all, to be wary of a stranger cropping up in a strange place. Jade has a sense that the general environment surrounding them currently is rather more hostile than not...and so there's certainly no fault to place upon the young lady for drawing her sword as she does, either. He doesn't flinch at the sight of it.

"My, have I been indeed? I can only hope it's the flattering kind of speculation, or at the least not anything too embarrassing." His own cheer remains, echoing that wryness in turn; they'd often match such a wavelength quite easily back on the ship. But Jade knows he can't exactly bank too hard upon that previous relation here and now...and that it might be outright unwise to do so. Some prudence would probably be beneficial, here.

He doesn't yet move from where he stands, hands still casually tucked in the pockets of his distinctive uniform. "Either way, though, I'm certainly not half so famous here as yourself. Palamedes Sextus, Heir to the House of the Sixth and Master Warden of the Library--yes?" ...As Pal had introduced himself, once before. It doesn't take any pretending at all, really, for the pleasant smile on Jade's face to take on a genuinely warm bent. Though it's a brief thing, there and gone, since he goes on to offer a slight polite nod to the young lady and her blade beside him. "A pleasure to meet you as well, Miss...?"
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[personal profile] fonomena 2023-03-18 05:23 am (UTC)(link)
Camilla Hect. Jade's attention sharpens upon her for a brief moment, when she answers with this name and Pal attaches the according titles. Just based off the musing conversation they'd been having together before Jade interjected, a vague notion had already begun to form...but the flat confirmation sheds a new light all the same. Upon a certain memory, from countless months ago now--back on the ship. Himself and Palamedes, mutually trying to wind down from a terribly fraught conversation. Certain vulnerabilities they'd offered up to each other as apologies, in that time. 'If Camilla escapes Canaan House alive, and if she can find a spirit adept of enough skill...'

Spoken with a yearning for a dear friend. Ah, and this young lady here most certainly must be her. The new context aligns perfectly with the alertness of her bearing, a wary watchfulness at Pal's side.

"...Yes, it is sensible to hear," Jade agrees slowly, to the notion of already knowing who she is. A prompt respect is formed, but shelved. Pal's already going on to ask the rather more relevant question here, and Jade returns his attention to him, his own smile turning wry once more. "I suppose I probably ought to assuage at least a handful of those rumors, it's true. Not a spy of the 'Cohort' at all, I'm afraid. Hm, the best way to probably describe it...is that I don't believe I hold any affiliation to anyone else here whatsoever, at the moment."

Really, it's the tricky thing about these memory ventures--trying to weigh just how far the truth might get anyone, against the shrewdness of a given audience. And Palamedes Sextus is one of the most shrewd audiences one could possibly have, all things considered...which certainly adds an extra layer of difficulty here. With other memories he's dealt with before now, omitting the truth or outright lying has generally worked more or less in his favor. But here, in front of this particular person...yes, in the end, Jade decides the best path might be to dispense the truth in parts. Ideally keep gauge of the reactions as he goes...

"My name is Jade Curtiss. I am a Colonel of the Third Division, within Malkuth's Imperial Forces. ...But I'll be surprised if 'Malkuth' rings with any familiarity to you."
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[personal profile] fonomena 2023-03-18 09:51 pm (UTC)(link)
Hmm, as reaction-gauging goes, this is not a positive one. Still not terribly surprising. Palamedes really is far too shrewd a person, to try evading about in a situation like this...

"Malkuth is one of three major nations upon the planet of Auldrant. Which I imagine to be very, very far from this place." This is entirely honest too, and Jade's prompt and firm answer denotes it as such. ...But he does follow the words with a slight and almost conceding tilt of his head.

"To judge by the caution of both your bearings, and the tension of the overall situation here--trust in strangers must be in terribly short supply, and I certainly don't fault either of you that. ...I could say that I'm not here of my own volition. That I have in fact been drawn here by some other force entirely outside my own understanding, and am still trying to find my bearing on these current circumstances. But when it barely sounds believable aloud in my own ears, I'm hardly about to demand that you take my word for it either."

Put himself in Pal's shoes. Clearly trying to solve a pressing issue in an imposing place, only to find a stranger cropping up with stranger answers to rather basic questions. ...Yes, if Jade were confronting a situation like this himself, from the other side...

"So, the real question now is probably how I ought to prove myself here, isn't it? I won't demand that you trust me at my word, but I'd rather not be run through with prejudice by your cavalier either." Here, a slight tilt of his head. "...How receptive might you be to an offer of assistance with the current situation, I wonder? The two of you did seem to be investigating something, before I quite rudely interrupted."

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