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♻ 009 | video/spam
[video]
[Behold Tiffany: sitting at the foot of the steps in the Broken Stair room, a drunk and passed-out Mason slumped next to her with his head pillowed on her shoulder. Fortunately, she looks sober herself, albeit tired and stressed. She has her arms around him and is lightly stroking his hair, more for her own comfort than for his at this point.]
We're looking to hear from some people. Merlin and Gwen, 'cause they're our wardens, but also Iris, Dillon, and Simon. I wanna know if they're okay. And Mason wants to know about Tig and, uh-- Elena? Elana? I think it was Elena. And also--
[Here she makes a face.]
Facilier. Fucking asshole.
I was also wondering if-- I mean, we don't have magic powers or nothing, and this whole place is... really, really fucked up. We came in here because it's quiet, but the stairs don't ever end, and I think there must be a better way.
So we need help. I don't know exactly where we are, but I can say it's near the bedrooms with the dead bodies, 'cause that's where I pulled him from. A lot of the stuff here seems strange and magical, so I was thinking, maybe we could just sit here until someone who--
[Suddenly one of the beams creaks extra loudly, and a spooky, etherial chattering can be heard echoing around the darkened room. Tiffany curls her fingers into the sleeve of Mason's shirt, eyeing the ceiling warily.]
... I would appreciate someone coming real soon, I think.
[spam]
[They'll be camped out there for a bit, so characters going up or down might pass them by. Feel free to stop and chat! Or glare. Or gloat.]
[OOC: Mason gets blanket rights to wake up and threadjack anywhere if Allison so chooses! This also means he could potentially hear Tiffany's side of audio/video conversations, even locked ones, so keep that in mind if you want your character to say something he shouldn't overhear.]
[Behold Tiffany: sitting at the foot of the steps in the Broken Stair room, a drunk and passed-out Mason slumped next to her with his head pillowed on her shoulder. Fortunately, she looks sober herself, albeit tired and stressed. She has her arms around him and is lightly stroking his hair, more for her own comfort than for his at this point.]
We're looking to hear from some people. Merlin and Gwen, 'cause they're our wardens, but also Iris, Dillon, and Simon. I wanna know if they're okay. And Mason wants to know about Tig and, uh-- Elena? Elana? I think it was Elena. And also--
[Here she makes a face.]
Facilier. Fucking asshole.
I was also wondering if-- I mean, we don't have magic powers or nothing, and this whole place is... really, really fucked up. We came in here because it's quiet, but the stairs don't ever end, and I think there must be a better way.
So we need help. I don't know exactly where we are, but I can say it's near the bedrooms with the dead bodies, 'cause that's where I pulled him from. A lot of the stuff here seems strange and magical, so I was thinking, maybe we could just sit here until someone who--
[Suddenly one of the beams creaks extra loudly, and a spooky, etherial chattering can be heard echoing around the darkened room. Tiffany curls her fingers into the sleeve of Mason's shirt, eyeing the ceiling warily.]
... I would appreciate someone coming real soon, I think.
[spam]
[They'll be camped out there for a bit, so characters going up or down might pass them by. Feel free to stop and chat! Or glare. Or gloat.]
[OOC: Mason gets blanket rights to wake up and threadjack anywhere if Allison so chooses! This also means he could potentially hear Tiffany's side of audio/video conversations, even locked ones, so keep that in mind if you want your character to say something he shouldn't overhear.]
Spam
Spam
Swha?
Spam
[She mumbles it, patting his shoulder.]
There's a fucking bird in here; I don't know. It's probably nothing.
Spam, what's uuup
[The raven doesn't move its beak but is unmistakeably speaking. It hunches over and its wingtips stretch into long ribbons and green lights; it grows in a swirl of smoke into a bearded man, who straightens his back and frowns sternly.
He's in a suit, but there's a gold pin in the shape of a raven's feather on his lapel. He only casts one shadow.]
You would be wise to take him up, back to your ship.
spam, aaaah
Tell it to come back later, Tiffy love. I'm not done here yet.
spam
[She's unsettled, but more by the general setting than the fact that the raven is talking. If he hadn't said "your ship", she would have assumed he was a Barge resident, maybe even a warden.]
And he's safer in here than where he was before, I think. No rotting bodies.
[She squeezes Mason's shoulder, raising his eyebrows.]
You should be done, okay? Drinking weird stuff and monster sex-- that ain't right; not here. I bet when we get back you'll think I did you a favor.
[OOC: SORRY I NINJA'D; Raven --> Mason --> Tiffany posting order?]
spam - sounds good to me!
[The man blinks down at Mason but doesn't bother to address him.]
Time is not on your side, and no room in Karazhan is truly safe.
o\
Right. Right, time to go.
[Nope. Falling back down on the floor]
Who else is talking?
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[She makes a grab for Mason, pulling him back up into a seated position and propping him against her, hoping he didn't hit his head when he fell. That's the last thing they need.]
It's, uh... it's the bird. But he ain't a bird anymore; he turned into a guy. And I think we should stay here until someone we know comes, 'cause even if no rooms are safe this one seems like one of the best so far.
[She looks back up at the man.]
Who are you? You ain't from the Barge, right?
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[The man laughs, humorlessly.]
That's not important. A dangerous being calls this place his home. Failing to find your way back before your ship departs will have consequences.
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[He glares vaguely at the shadow of the man, going to pull away from Tiffany. Not that it'll do much good]
I don' want to go back to the ship, Tiff. I want to stay here, where it's nice. Tell the bird man to fuck off.
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[She lets him go, but if he tries to leave the room she'll grab him back.]
What did they do to him?
[Addressing Medivh now.]
And what's gonna happen if we don't get back?
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They have been feeding on his energy. As for that, I cannot say. My sight only reaches to the ends of this world, and no further.
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Well, I'll-- I'll get him out. Both of us. But we're waiting for someone we trust to come help us first, because I can't take care of him and me all by myself.
You ain't gonna hurt us, right?
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Why are you talking to us? What do you want?
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Oi. Where'd this one come from?
Tiff?
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Yeah, okay. Thanks for that; warning taken. We'll get out of here soon.
Anything else you can tell us?
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