[ hi-ho. lucien will be mostly on the observation deck, staring out the window for disquieteningly long amounts of time - but when temenos walks in, he'll look over. ]
Knew you were a cleric. The holier-than-thou attitude is hard to miss.
[ help. for some reason he finds this amusing - the comment just makes him chuckle. he looks decidedly more the part now, dressed in his vestments, staff in his hands. ]
Clerics do tend to have that sort of aura, don't they...? [ but he will come over properly, standing at a comfortable distance with his hands behind his back, looking out at the stars, too. wow... space ] I don't necessarily intend for it. But - yes, that is correct.
I've a feeling perhaps your world is not so different than mine in more ways than expected. [ temenos glances over, briefly, but returns his gaze to the windows after to let lucien have his privacy. ] Lucien, right?
[ can you imagine if i was like "hello this is a pc starter temenos is here to convert you to the lord"
this is not what that is. actually, it's a little after the whole dahut and scien blood booth thing, and temenos is at the bar, sitting contentedly with his iris device open, and a fuckoff large stack of papers, a wine glass mostly untouched near his hand. he glances over when he hears lucien comes in, and huffs. i forgot it's emotionshare time but his emotions are like distant and placid, with the lightest hint of amusement. ]
Can you believe people actually gave the two of them a blood sample?
[ yeah thats enough to get him to stop and complain this is bothering him so much, it's really just proven that he is the only intelligent life on this ship and its both inflating his ego and also making him For Real Mad. ]
[ man. friday! temenos is in the upper sim room, now that the lower ones have been locked off. the simulation itself is off, the room completely blank, and he's just standing there in the middle of the room. hand to his chin, eyes closed, completely silent.
his thoughts are also very silent - emotions, only thoughtful, focused.
eventually, the room shifts. it's slow, but the shape of it changes, building up into what looks like a replica of the observatory lounge. it's a perfect replica - in fact, you might think you walked into the wrong room - but eventually, it starts to populate with figures. each person in the room is blue and a little wispy, marking the spots of various people from the ship. the message from the night before - OVERRIDE COMMAND INITIATING...... - reflects on the door. the figures start to move. interact, talking to each other. there are quite a few of them in this room.
all of them pause in discomfort, at some point, holding onto their chests.
temenos, hand to his chin, frowning immensely, opens his eyes. ]
he's as much avoiding crowds as anything when he comes in here - looking for a quiet place to keep smoking and hide out until the worst of it all calms down, but he'll watch the illusion shape and change. expression placid, if it weren't for the heart-racing anxiety coming off of him. ]
[ yo. where temenos at. lucien is actually - well, not coming to find him necessarily, but if happens to be in the same space it wouldn't be unintended. stray cat vibes. ]
anyway temenos is in the lounge, today, hanging out and looking out at the stars. when he's addressed, there's an emotion ! of recognition, and he glances over, offering a touch of a smile. ]
What, being blinded by a simulation? Not necessarily. [ that's light, teasing, and then he huffs, shaking his head. ]
...Wanted to is an interesting way to say it. I was suspicious of Scien rather early, so, in that regard, yes. The rest - hard to have much of a feeling for it when it came to us all as a surprise.
[ but like, honestly, solving crimes is kind of nice for him. it's familiar. more familiar than anything else, so far. ] What's your take?
[ is he grinning ... ? Does he already have the fangs in, or did he come with those naturally? Is he in a good mood, for once? so many questions, so little time. ]
anyway!!!! lucien. lucien, are you going into the medbay. maybe you think it's finally empty?
as it turns out, it is not. temenos is here! he looks... not great. he's sitting on one of the cots, his leg propped up on a couple of pillows, and wearing what used to be a very cool fit that is torn to. many pieces. there's a bloodied piece of a vine sitting on the table near where he's sitting.
he glances up. ]
Lucien. [ oh. ] I heard you had an exciting day as well?
[ that is exactly what he's doing, yeah. he's been waiting for it to not be freaking crowded in here full of people asking questions about his fashion choices.
he'll look temenos up and down, and then go over to the cabinets to start rifling through. ]
[ help he's being hunted for sport. well, he's sitting somewhere, trying to not agitate any of his injuries further, and glances at lucien when he's addressed. temenos seems to think about this for a moment, considering the state of the bodies they find and the pods, and eventually... ]
[ he's braved the outdoors today. he likes being off the ship, but isn't the biggest wintery hellscape fan. too many bad memories. but he already has an outfit prepared for this type of weather - a heavy coat, fur-lined and leather padded at the joints, and its clearly seen some wear and tear. at least it's not bloody at the moment, since there's finally laundry here. he's even got snowshoes, and not the ones from the surplus store. not as much as skis as spiked, for traversal.
he's poking around the bazaar, scowling at the tattoo artists. ]
[ too many bad memories in the wintery hellscape is a fucking mood, man. temenos is from a fairly chilly climate himself, but he's not the biggest fan of these kinds of places nowadays - still, the familiar atmosphere is kind of nice, compared the uber-futuristic ship and the planet from last week, so he's not really complaining. he's been perusing the furs and has exchanged his usual sacred flame-endorsed white cloak for a similar one with a furry hood.
Lucien. [ a head nod. temenos looks...well, normal. placid, mostly, but he's got that stained glass crawling up the side of his face again that suggests he's maybe internally going through it a little. ] Come have a drink?
It’s a well-appointed room, filled with luxurious accommodations. Zemnian-style for the most part - the kind of thing you’d see in the middle of the nicer parts of Rexxentrum - warm wood and dark tones, a lot of deep red fabric with a strange pattern embroidered into it. Everywhere.
You know outside of this room is a massive, magically-summoned Wizard’s tower, filled with seemingly endless rooms, summoned food, warmth and protection from the violently frigid landscape of Eiselcross you’d stepped out from - but the five (or six, with yourself, maybe) of you are all piled into this one room. Though it’s warm in here, there’s still snow and ice clinging to your boots, a few of you nursing wounds from the encounter with the dragon - a fucking dragon! - earlier. Cree, the catfolk cleric, sits near Lucien, her eyes glazed as she attempts to help channel whatever ritual they’re doing. Zoran - a massive mountain of a grey-skinned Goliath - is humming to himself in the corner with Tyffial, a whip-thin elvish woman with long, stringy black hair. She’s scowling, but she always is. Otis, a halfling with curly brown hair, sits near you, sharpening a knife with a look of boredom.
The other group, this Mighty Nein you’ve been in … well, Lucien calls it negotiations. You and the rest can see what it is more clearly: a hostage situation. Though who is being held captive by who is a question more up for debate. There’s seven of them, despite the stupid name, and one of them - a red-headed wizard is responsible for this particular bit of impressive magic. They’d trekked out to the middle of this frozen wasteland to see you - or, him. Lucien. Old friends, maybe. Their claim, at any rate. He refuses over and over to kill them and be done, and this night is another frustrating emblem of that. Always so stubborn, so certain of his own foolhardy decisions. But he’s lead you well enough to this point. Maybe he has a plan.
But they have something you all need. A Threshold Crest, a piece of the puzzle you’ve set out to obtain. A necessary piece of magic the Somnovem requires. You have to discuss what you’re going to do next. You can’t stay like this forever - both groups watching each other, paranoia rising by the hour, to see who will pull the knife first. Luc— No. The Nonagon should be smarter than this.
The whispers begin to rise, in your mind. From nowhere, and everywhere: `The Nonagon is distracted.`
And then a second voice, from the other side. `Stepping off the path. Losing his nerve!`
Lucien cracks an eye open from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, silent for the past few minutes and looks at you. “Can the lot of you pipe down? I’m trying to concentrate.”
Another whisper in your head: `Perhaps we should discuss a change in leadership … ?` ]
ah. well. hmm. being pulled into memories has become something of the norm, today, and temenos finds himself settling into this one, glancing around slowly to take it in, bit by bit. the pattern is unfamiliar. the room itself, too, but... well. he gloms onto the catfolk in recognition, first, both of the magic and of her face and look. that must be cree. which means...
ah. alright.
he doesn't get much time to ponder this. the 'nonagon' begins speaking - temenos' gaze follows over to lucien, and he makes his way over and folds himself down on the floor. ]
Is this a common affliction? [ there's an idleness to his voice, his usual bored-and-slightly-teasing tone, as if this is a normal situation, and not what is clearly one of lucien's memories. he's not sure if he'll react, but he can (as always) provide color commentary, as someone who is incapable of shutting up at any time. ]
he is in fact, in the hopital because he is stubborn but he is not entirely stupid, okay. he knows.
he's been in the pod for a while but is currently taking a break, searching around the cabinets for something to cover his eye with - because I haven't decided on a fake one yet. ]
[ mood, man. whenever temenos spots lucien, he just kind of comes over, and drops down - not too close, but not too far, either, and just joins him. he's got a wine glass in his hand, and seems to be ok to just kind of sit and hang for a little bit? introvert ass.
[ butterfly garden... this is rather nice, actually. temenos seems to just be exploring today, and there's a mote of curiosity on his face when he pops into this particular area... it's very pretty?
he's holding out a hand to see if he might get a visitor when he spots lucien, and offers him a smile. ]
Have you seen any familiar creatures? [ jokingly: ] Besides Viktor.
[ he's still in loose clothes with his hair thrown up messily, but he seems in a much better mood than he's ... possibly ever been in here? it's fine. that's normal.
thankfully yes, temenos is in the medbay. he looks... well, he could look worse? by the time lucien comes by, he's been in the pod, and more importantly, he's had a chance to heal himself. it's not enough to be back to normal, but he has a little more color in his face.
and, more importantly, a fake leg, so that's good! fake leg. ]
Alive. [ a huff. ] You and I - so much for being lucky. [ two timers... veterans... ]
[ well he spent all of last night in a panic attack, so this morning is like that kind anxiety hungover people get so he's just hanging out in the butterfly biome again.
[ if i had a nickel for every weird cult i had to deal with in my life. i'd have too many nickels
anyway escaping from planet flowers for a bit is temenos, who is staring at the escape pod bay full of flesh (ew) looking deeply contemplative at his staff. he glances over when he spots lucien and gives him a nod in greeting. ]
Is it odd to say I'm beginning to get used to the sight of mounds of flesh? Or worse, that I'm finding them preferable to the planet we've found ourselves on?
[ the insane thing is he is not a headspace to like. PROPERLY ENJOY THAT. he is so confused about the state of things. what is successfully doing something and surviving and not feeling hollowed out like a easter chocolate rabbit. ]
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W0 - SATURDAY
Knew you were a cleric. The holier-than-thou attitude is hard to miss.
this shitpost is disturbingly accurate
Clerics do tend to have that sort of aura, don't they...? [ but he will come over properly, standing at a comfortable distance with his hands behind his back, looking out at the stars, too. wow... space ] I don't necessarily intend for it. But - yes, that is correct.
I've a feeling perhaps your world is not so different than mine in more ways than expected. [ temenos glances over, briefly, but returns his gaze to the windows after to let lucien have his privacy. ] Lucien, right?
i know i was saving it for you
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week 0, monday
this is not what that is. actually, it's a little after the whole dahut and scien blood booth thing, and temenos is at the bar, sitting contentedly with his iris device open, and a fuckoff large stack of papers, a wine glass mostly untouched near his hand. he glances over when he hears lucien comes in, and huffs. i forgot it's emotionshare time but his emotions are like distant and placid, with the lightest hint of amusement. ]
Can you believe people actually gave the two of them a blood sample?
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They'll pay for it one way or another, I'm sure.
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w0, friday.
his thoughts are also very silent - emotions, only thoughtful, focused.
eventually, the room shifts. it's slow, but the shape of it changes, building up into what looks like a replica of the observatory lounge. it's a perfect replica - in fact, you might think you walked into the wrong room - but eventually, it starts to populate with figures. each person in the room is blue and a little wispy, marking the spots of various people from the ship. the message from the night before - OVERRIDE COMMAND INITIATING...... - reflects on the door. the figures start to move. interact, talking to each other. there are quite a few of them in this room.
all of them pause in discomfort, at some point, holding onto their chests.
temenos, hand to his chin, frowning immensely, opens his eyes. ]
...mhm.
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W0 - SATURDAY
Well? Went how you wanted it to go?
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anyway temenos is in the lounge, today, hanging out and looking out at the stars. when he's addressed, there's an emotion ! of recognition, and he glances over, offering a touch of a smile. ]
What, being blinded by a simulation? Not necessarily. [ that's light, teasing, and then he huffs, shaking his head. ]
...Wanted to is an interesting way to say it. I was suspicious of Scien rather early, so, in that regard, yes. The rest - hard to have much of a feeling for it when it came to us all as a surprise.
[ but like, honestly, solving crimes is kind of nice for him. it's familiar. more familiar than anything else, so far. ] What's your take?
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W1 - MONDAY
[ is he grinning ... ? Does he already have the fangs in, or did he come with those naturally? Is he in a good mood, for once? so many questions, so little time. ]
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anyway this look spells trouble... ]
Briefly, but only just. I take it you've been out for a spin?
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w1, thursday
anyway!!!! lucien. lucien, are you going into the medbay. maybe you think it's finally empty?
as it turns out, it is not. temenos is here! he looks... not great. he's sitting on one of the cots, his leg propped up on a couple of pillows, and wearing what used to be a very cool fit that is torn to. many pieces. there's a bloodied piece of a vine sitting on the table near where he's sitting.
he glances up. ]
Lucien. [ oh. ] I heard you had an exciting day as well?
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he'll look temenos up and down, and then go over to the cabinets to start rifling through. ]
Something like that. A load of feckin' nonsense.
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W1 - FRIDAY
When your powers are restored, do you know a resurrection ritual?
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... I do, yes.
[ viktor/lucien real... wow ]
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W2 - MONDAY
he's poking around the bazaar, scowling at the tattoo artists. ]
Suppose I could get something over them …
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it being body mod week also means he's got unnaturally bright blue eyes under there. ]
Looking to get some work done, Lucien?
[ hi watcha doin ]
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W2 - SATURDAY NIGHT
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Lucien. [ a head nod. temenos looks...well, normal. placid, mostly, but he's got that stained glass crawling up the side of his face again that suggests he's maybe internally going through it a little. ] Come have a drink?
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W3 - MONDAY
It’s a well-appointed room, filled with luxurious accommodations. Zemnian-style for the most part - the kind of thing you’d see in the middle of the nicer parts of Rexxentrum - warm wood and dark tones, a lot of deep red fabric with a strange pattern embroidered into it. Everywhere.
You know outside of this room is a massive, magically-summoned Wizard’s tower, filled with seemingly endless rooms, summoned food, warmth and protection from the violently frigid landscape of Eiselcross you’d stepped out from - but the five (or six, with yourself, maybe) of you are all piled into this one room. Though it’s warm in here, there’s still snow and ice clinging to your boots, a few of you nursing wounds from the encounter with the dragon - a fucking dragon! - earlier. Cree, the catfolk cleric, sits near Lucien, her eyes glazed as she attempts to help channel whatever ritual they’re doing. Zoran - a massive mountain of a grey-skinned Goliath - is humming to himself in the corner with Tyffial, a whip-thin elvish woman with long, stringy black hair. She’s scowling, but she always is. Otis, a halfling with curly brown hair, sits near you, sharpening a knife with a look of boredom.
The other group, this Mighty Nein you’ve been in … well, Lucien calls it negotiations. You and the rest can see what it is more clearly: a hostage situation. Though who is being held captive by who is a question more up for debate. There’s seven of them, despite the stupid name, and one of them - a red-headed wizard is responsible for this particular bit of impressive magic. They’d trekked out to the middle of this frozen wasteland to see you - or, him. Lucien. Old friends, maybe. Their claim, at any rate. He refuses over and over to kill them and be done, and this night is another frustrating emblem of that. Always so stubborn, so certain of his own foolhardy decisions. But he’s lead you well enough to this point. Maybe he has a plan.
But they have something you all need. A Threshold Crest, a piece of the puzzle you’ve set out to obtain. A necessary piece of magic the Somnovem requires. You have to discuss what you’re going to do next. You can’t stay like this forever - both groups watching each other, paranoia rising by the hour, to see who will pull the knife first. Luc— No. The Nonagon should be smarter than this.
The whispers begin to rise, in your mind. From nowhere, and everywhere: `The Nonagon is distracted.`
And then a second voice, from the other side. `Stepping off the path. Losing his nerve!`
Lucien cracks an eye open from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the floor, silent for the past few minutes and looks at you. “Can the lot of you pipe down? I’m trying to concentrate.”
Another whisper in your head: `Perhaps we should discuss a change in leadership … ?` ]
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ah. well. hmm. being pulled into memories has become something of the norm, today, and temenos finds himself settling into this one, glancing around slowly to take it in, bit by bit. the pattern is unfamiliar. the room itself, too, but... well. he gloms onto the catfolk in recognition, first, both of the magic and of her face and look. that must be cree. which means...
ah. alright.
he doesn't get much time to ponder this. the 'nonagon' begins speaking - temenos' gaze follows over to lucien, and he makes his way over and folds himself down on the floor. ]
Is this a common affliction? [ there's an idleness to his voice, his usual bored-and-slightly-teasing tone, as if this is a normal situation, and not what is clearly one of lucien's memories. he's not sure if he'll react, but he can (as always) provide color commentary, as someone who is incapable of shutting up at any time. ]
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W3 - SATURDAY
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[ CMON ]
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lucien is leaning outside his door sometime Monday morning. fit check, with the coat over it, as tacky and dirty as it is. ]
Want to go out and see what this place is about?
w4, thurs
anyway. where is your dumb ass lucien you better be in the (cleric voice) hopital ]
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he is in fact, in the hopital because he is stubborn but he is not entirely stupid, okay. he knows.
he's been in the pod for a while but is currently taking a break, searching around the cabinets for something to cover his eye with - because I haven't decided on a fake one yet. ]
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W5 - SATURDAY
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wk 6, monday
he's holding out a hand to see if he might get a visitor when he spots lucien, and offers him a smile. ]
Have you seen any familiar creatures? [ jokingly: ] Besides Viktor.
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he snorts? ]
Are you asking me if I know what a butterfly is?
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W6 - THURSDAY
Alive?
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thankfully yes, temenos is in the medbay. he looks... well, he could look worse? by the time lucien comes by, he's been in the pod, and more importantly, he's had a chance to heal himself. it's not enough to be back to normal, but he has a little more color in his face.
and, more importantly, a fake leg, so that's good! fake leg. ]
Alive. [ a huff. ] You and I - so much for being lucky. [ two timers... veterans... ]
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W6 - FRIDAY
he is out of cigarettes. ]
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[ hi. as usual, temenos is blase as hell about the whole weird fake murder thing happening all over the place. he's coming over to say hello! ]
... If you'll pardon my rudeness, you look like you've seen better days.
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wk 7, monday
anyway escaping from planet flowers for a bit is temenos, who is staring at the escape pod bay full of flesh (ew) looking deeply contemplative at his staff. he glances over when he spots lucien and gives him a nod in greeting. ]
Is it odd to say I'm beginning to get used to the sight of mounds of flesh? Or worse, that I'm finding them preferable to the planet we've found ourselves on?
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It ... reminds me of some of the visions of Cognouza I've had. I care not for it.
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week 7, saturday
[ lucien getting a nat 20 feels right tbh. anyway hi we're in the void ]
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Oh-- aye, I suppose they did.
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