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come_sailaway2023-03-05 04:23 pm
hellonspectacles) wrote in 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.
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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“What I want is revenge.”
“That makes two of us,” Palamedes says quietly—so quietly that he almost cannot be heard.
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Though the dying woman is quite long winded. Valdis looks over at Palamedes, wondering what the creeping feeling running up her spine is. This place, so incredibly filled with death, feels a little sharper, as if it is approaching for one, or both of them, the woman and Palamedes. Her eyesight falters, like a thought slinking out of reach. Palamedes died at some point. He got a second chance on the Eterna, but he also potentially had one here, because of his research. Yet, this sinking, eerie feeling lingers.
"You cannot have revenge if you are dead, Palamedes. Isn't it better to live for Dulcinea instead of dying for her?"
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But Palamedes is looking past the lyctor and straight at Valdis, this angel of death, this woman he doesn’t recognize but who seems to know his name. “The likelihood that I leave this planet alive is, unfortunately, quite low already. She has already killed Abigail Pent, Magnus Quinn, Isaac Tettares, Jeannemary Chatur, Protesilaus Ebdoma, and Dulcinea Septimus. And she will kill the rest of us.”
“Clever boy,” says Cytherea.
“Unless I stop her.”
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"What is it with men and thinking they have all the answers." She rolls her eyes, "I like the other you better."
Heroes are the actual worst.
"Your pride is going to bite you someday and I certainly hope I get to see it. Or...hear about it later. But, you," her attention returns to the other woman, "I do know your fate, you will fall today and I have no intention of changing that fact."
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Cytherea begins to laugh at her own joke, but the laughter soon dissolves into wet, hacking coughs that shake her entire body. Her eyes still on Valdis, she says, "Young Master Warden, you've done something."
"I have," he answers. His gaze flickers to Valdis briefly--he does not trust this woman who seems to have strong opinions on his character without ever having met him. But here and now, they share a goal. "You have severe blood cancer, but it has remained static, because the Lyctor process begins radical cell renewal at the point of absorption. All this time we've been talking, I've been taking stock of everything that's wrong with you--your bacterial lung infection, the neoplasms in your skeletal structure--and I've pushed them along. You've been in a terrific amount of pain for the last myriad. I hope that pain is nothing to what your own body's about to do to you, Lyctor."
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Valdis takes a step back, "I wish you the best in your next life, Palamedes."
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"Oh, it's going to take a great deal more than that. You know what I am, and you know what I can do.”
"Yes," says Palamedes. "I also know you must have studied radical thaneegenic fission, so you know what happens when a necromancer disperses their entire reserve of thanergy very, very quickly.” To Valdis, he adds, “Angel of Death or no, I would suggest you leave now.”
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"Gideon!" he calls. "Tell Camilla--" He stops. "Oh, never mind. She'll know what to do."
Then the room explodes in bright white fire.
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The rift doesn't close behind her, but reentering is pointless. She's seen enough, and she's sure Palamedes will remember soon enough of her interference. She has a few questions, but they can wait if he doesn't wish to speak of it.