Event Log #002

[caelumstaff]

EVENT LOG number 002 The hotel humbly hopes that you're settling in well and are taking advantage of the various pleasures on offer for your stay. In Mr Bennet's opinion, things have been going quite well and he doesn't think that the guests are unhappy at all. New guests have arrived, some have left, it's all going along perfectly. So, of course, this is when the next troublesome thing pops up. SHADOWS One morning, characters will find the hotel to be a little dimmer than usual, a little more shadowy. Yet if anyone asks Mr Bennet about it, he will claim to not have noticed anything different than usual. Either way, as the characters move on with their day, they'll start to notice a few odd things start to happen. PHASE ONE: Initially, characters will notice their shadow beginning to move a little out of sync with them. Discreetly at first until eventually, their shadow takes on a life of its own, mischievously playing with characters and enjoying their newfound freedom. Very Peter Pan, and completely harmless. PHASE TWO: Now, shadows might disappear entirely, roaming the hotel to their own discretion and ignoring the characters they belong to. As the shadow takes on this free will, characters will begin to feel slightly off balance and have a hard time feeling whole without their shadow around. The shadow may become slightly aggressive as well if told they should return to their characters, fighting back in their own way from knocking things over to outright attacking other characters. It's a little hard to fight back though when your opponent is a shadow, isn't it? PHASE THREE: The shadows have become fully aggressive now, fighting anyone who tries to get them to return to their original person. Characters will find themselves feeling weak and low energy as a result of losing their shadow. Eventually, the shadows will come back to their owners but the characters will find themselves sinking into their shadow, eventually changing places entirely with their shadow. The only way to rescue a character from this fate is for another character to pull them out of their shadow forcibly. The bright side is once a character is pulled out of their shadow, it all returns to normal and their shadow is no longer sentient. These phases will last over the course of the week and it is quite alright to stay in phase one/two/three. Not all shadows will become aggressive, not all shadows will be playful. Feel free to manipulate your character's shadow in the way that's most fun for you. NAV | PREMISE | RULES | FAQ | TAKEN hotelcaelum | caelumserver | caelumooc

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[velluminous]

[ with a smile on his face, when not even an hour ago he was sneering at her with such latent spite in his face. she knows where that lives now. in this "lab".

as they descend the elevator, she will... lean heavy on the rail. ]

Why do you not go somewhere else? Another city, different country?

[vecna]

[Ah, well, something a little sharper in that smile now. She's right about where much of his spite originates from.]

The children weren't allowed to leave. What makes you think I could?

[velluminous]

Five minutes ago I do not know there is lab at all!

[vecna]

Fair enough, but if they were of scientific interest, and only ever half as powerful as me, you can just assume that the lab wouldn’t want to let go of its golden goose so easily.

[We’re not talking about the time he was defeated by an 8 year old okay.]

[velluminous]

[ we should be.

she lowers her face slowly into one palm and worries at her closed eyelids. ]

That is... barbaric.

[ not that Faerun doesn't have a history of doing the same, but she comes from the free city of Waterdeep. all she has ever known in her life is luxury and permission, even if she tempered it with a sense of family-bestowed hardship. ]

[vecna]

All in the name of science. Of progress.

[As an academic, he wonders if she has the same seeking soul as the scientists who kept him captive for so long. That should irk him, he thinks, but maybe she’s too tired to really feel that now.]

Sprezzatura. Take your medicine, okay?

[velluminous]

[ you'll just have to find out, won't you?

she curls her palm, rolling the pills in it. ]

I want to be somewhere I can sit down. [ if it immediately begins to react to her tiefling physiology. ] First.

[vecna]

[She really thinks she’s going to immediately be KO’d by these Tylenol pills, doesn’t she.]

Fine. Then you can come to my room. If something bad happens at least I’ll be there. Sound okay?

[velluminous]

[ yea ]

Are you cleric?

[ the elevator dings and opens to floor three. ]

[vecna]

No. But I can [try to] resuscitate you.

[Out they go! It’s off to his room, and he fusses for his key, opening his door moments later.]

Ladies first. Make yourself at home.

[velluminous]

[ today she all but pours herself onto his sofa, sighing in relief to be off her feet. she is so desperately exhausted that she has to fend off the urge to close her eyes and curl up right here.

looks down at the pills in her hand. the warmth is beginning to turn the capsules tacky. ]

[vecna]

[She has all the space in the world to sprawl out on the sofa, considering he keeps his room nice and tidy. Unlike some people.

He enters and closes the door behind him, then fossicks through all the items she bought at the konbini. Did you have the foresight to buy bottled water, ma'am? Regardless, he does bring something over for her to take her pills with.]

You'll have to sit up and take them.

[This really is... like.. dealing with a child.]

[velluminous]

[ listen. he'll have to settle for bottled green tea. she pushes herself up slowly and reaches for the glass. Tylenol in one hand; drink in the other. and she just stares down at both for a long moment before abruptly tossing them into her mouth and washing them down with a mouthful of tea. very much with the grim resolve one would generally reserve for self-surgery.

then she grips the glass between both hands and waits. ]

[vecna]

[This woman. Henry purses his lips together, arching a brow. It really is a little amusing, her acting like he just offered her poison.]

…Do you want me to hold your hand while we countdown the minutes?

[Sorry, he can’t help himself.]

[velluminous]

[ JERKS HER HAND OUT STIFFLY ]

[vecna]

[MA’AM HE WAS JOKING?

But, despite himself, he reaches out to grasp her hand. Better?]

Okay. Talk to me about something. We have thirty minutes or so before it should kick in.

[velluminous]

[ only in the sense that she now has a hand to hold literally hostage, squeezing more tightly than you'd expect of such a small woman ]

Thirty minutes?! I could go to sleep faster and would not need to worry about coma!

[vecna]

[HOW TIGHTLY ARE WE TALKING, HERE

Blithely ignores her comment, in favor of picking the topic himself, I guess-]

Tell me about your city. Where drugs are, apparently, only liable to make someone fall into a coma and not much else.

[velluminous]

[ tightly. ]

Waterdeep... City of Splendours. It is very particular about such things are allowed within its borders.

[vecna]

[His hand......]

So what makes it so... splendid?

[velluminous]

Its size. Its potential. Two million people—artisans, scholars, lords with such incredible wealth. Its port, its guilds, its trade, its festivals. Griffons soaring through sky. Its Walking Statues. I barely know where to begin to explain to someone who has never even heard of it.

[vecna]

[He can’t even begin to imagine.]

Why don’t you start with where you live? What’s it like?

[velluminous]

[ you mean Teaferth?

...

oh, the Vaux estate?

...

or, no—her little flat in the South Ward...?

... ]

...I do not live anywhere now.

[vecna]

[…?]

You have to live somewhere.

[Even Henry lived somewhere, even if that somewhere was another dimension parallel from his own.]

[velluminous]

I am living here, then.

[ quietly, somewhere in the room, a clock ticks... Mammon, just let the coma take her. ]