space_between: (nightmares)
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Here is a young woman curled up on a bed, shivering, having thrown off her blankets when she woke earlier.

She is asleep. For now.

godsfire

Jul. 4th, 2015 04:20 pm
onwhatwingswedareaspire: (into silence)
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It is dark.

((Warning: Contains traumatized characters and other content that should be warned for. We will attempt to start keeping up-to-date specific warning list soon))
onwhatwingswedareaspire: (interface)
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The gate opens in an small space. Through a doorway ahead is a mid-sized room, scattered with chairs. One wall, directly across from the doorway to the incoming gates area, is made of some clear material. On the other side of it is another room, with a metallic floor raised slightly above the first one's, with a half-dozen complex diagrams and space for many more.

The way into there appears to be through a decontamination room to the left. There is a door on the right into the rest of the base. Embedded in the wall to the left is the door to the outgoing gate area.

Both rooms are windowless and otherwise minimally decorated.

(Observant guests may note that the gravity is about a third of what they are used to.)
lurkingkobold: (Worry)
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Here is a kobold.

To people familiar with the species, it's obviously a young one, not quite three feet tall to the adults' three and a half foot average. Its fur is blueish-grey and relatively dull, a sign that it hasn't been eating properly recently, though it's not thin. It's wearing a simple animal-skin skirt and carrying a stick, not quite long enough to serve as a walking stick, but useful for shielding itself from the worst of the undergrowth at least.

It is moving through the forest at speed, not following any path, and then suddenly it is elsewhere. After a few minutes, it notices the difference in the light; after a few more, it notices that the trees are subtly wrong - wrong species, wrong growth patterns, wrong in subtler ways that defy describing, but that tell the kobold that it is not in the forest where it grew up.

After even more minutes, it stops, having come to a clearing. There is a building, which, despite not being alarmingly large, cannot be traveled around.

The kobold does not have permission to enter the building.

The kobold cannot go back to where it was.

The kobold sits, and waits.
scatteredstars: nebula (firewall)
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Firewall has been somewhat preoccupied with meletiti_entelecheiai and alethics recently, but there is a matter pending that they need to see to, especially now that an agreement on it has been reached.

The day before Lioncourt's party, a message is sent from Tyche's account to Leaf. It contains an audio file, consisting on a warm female voice saying:

"I am speaking to you on behalf of Firewall. You have had previous contact with one of our sentinels under the alias of 'Thorn', who, like many people affiliated with our organization, is rather paranoid. You are likely to have observed her statements of the reasons for this; the exsurgent virus is an omnipresent threat in our world.

"We have received information regarding your proposed organization, and wish to express interest. We are, for hopefully obvious reasons, opposed to world-destroying threats. We would be willing to ally ourselves with your organization provided you uphold your mission statement and adhere to reasonable standards of risk-management and ethical behaviour.

"We apologize for the delay in responding to this development; we have been somewhat occupied with intra-worldly and other multiversal matters."
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