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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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As both fighters land their blows, the construct explodes into a thousand shards. Each one flies high, and falls, and seems to dissolve as they touch the floor.
The speaker crackles and Pal speaks. “Excellent work.”
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Turning in place he examines the evaporating bits of the construct, moving back to Camilla to look her over and hanging his axe on his back again to have his hands free.
"That was awesome. You good?" he asks her, hoping that it was nothing more than the bruising from the hit she'd taken. Now that they're outside of the fight the barrier he'd put around her dissipates.
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“You were good,” she says, which is high praise coming from Camilla Hect. “Thanks for the help.”
The speaker ceases to hum and the door to the chamber slides open, indicating that Pal has stepped away from the pedestal. Cam cocks her head at Wayne, and after a moment’s hesitation, asks carefully, “What was it like? Having him…” a pause, “in your head like that?”
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"It doesn't really feel like much, just like...someone talking right behind me. Think like a conscience but with someone else's voice?" Is he describing that well? Probably not. "It was kind of nice having someone else call the shots though. I didn't have to think about what move to make as much. The last time I ran into something that could regrow bits like that it had this duplicating ability that made them so much harder to fight so I'm glad we killed it fast."
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By now, the entire skeleton has melted away, save for the creature’s pelvis, which sits at the middle of the room, slowly revealing a a small black box with a grey screen hidden within it. Crouching down beside it, she says, “You have? You’ll have to tell me about it, in case we run into something similar down here. Do you always wield an axe?”
On the mysterious box’s screen, a green status bar rises slowly: 15 percent, 26 percent, 83 percent. Then, with a click, it pops open.
There’s nothing inside.
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"Not always, it's just what I had with me when I came. Last time I went somewhere that turned dangerous I didn't have anything but the Gestures and that didn't exactly go well. I'm just glad it seems like this place isn't hospitable to things like poolmen. I don't know what the allotropes would do to people like you guys."
Wayne moves back toward the dissolving skeleton and crouching to see what it had left behind. He reaches to touch it, but thinks better of it when the status bar appears, then grows, then...
"Huh. Is it supposed to do that?"
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She doesn’t have the opportunity, anyway. The box snaps open, revealing its empty interior. “Warden!” Cam calls. “We were right. There’s only one key.” Cam rises to her feet and explains for Wayne’s sake, “Someone else completed the trial first. They got the key. Come on.”
As Wayne steps out of the chamber, the memory will fade.