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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2022-10-22 07:42 pm

the clock tower


Happy Hallow-elevator! The clock tower event lasts between 22 October and 8 November. ICly, the tower incursion stretches around a week, and you’re welcome to have your character investigate something else, if they finish early!



THE CLOCK TOWER




ALL IS AS ALL WAS| TRIAL & NO ERRORS | THE TOWER




ALL IS AS ALL WAS

Play it cool, as Serthica’s customs officers pore over your passport papers, before grudgingly allowing you overground. Minaras, you hear, is hunting a delinquent.

Both it and Eidris fare well, with no sign of the damage that preceded the Unwinding. Locals no longer behave eerily, dragons and clockwork droids roam freely, and everyone hates taxes.

Yet perfect strangers insist they know you. Your assigned address leads to a different house. The roads, buildings and architecture look ‘lived in,’ but changed.

No one remembers the Unwinding.

Burlap mannequins sometimes watch from mirrors, windows and reflecting surfaces.

■ You might hear shifting and scratching in Eidris walls.

Minaras has doubled its bounty for a man not unlike Leonard McCoy.

Black fungal spores are found on the increasingly voluminous experiment vials, specimens and supplies thrown out by Minaras medical facilities.

■ Frail and confused, Ellethia survivor Zenobius finally awakens. A short thread is up for RNG grabs.




TRIALS & NO ERRORS

The guard troops that Eidris and Minaras assign to the Neutral Zone now protect King Thivar and High Councillor Arabella during the annual Sanctuary Reckoning trials. Both adjudicate cases that violate the ceasefire.

Prolonging the trials buys time for your companions in the clock tower.

■ Create a distraction — flood the judgement hall rooms? Fire? Illusions?

■ Pose as trial participants: perhaps you are of Eidris, and you caught this wicked Minaraian raiding your home? Mayhap this wretched man of Eidris stole your girlfriend? Wait, you’re a Minaraian who wants to kill King Thivar?

■ …organise breakouts, if Thivar or Arabella have your jailed. You are first imprisoned in makeshift Sanctuary cells — all but poorly locked, glorified closets. Get a trial sentence!

Thivar and Arabella treat the trials as a box-ticking exercise.





THE TOWER

As Eidris and Minaras play court, you can infiltrate the Neutral Zone clock tower of Vassarizhia.

■ Only token security remains. The door is unlocked.

Karsa supplies paper talismans that must be burned in the watch fire at the tower’s top level.

■ Each burned talisman amplifies the reveal spell that Karsa activates. Link a finished burning thread by 8 November to help the cause.

■ A November mod post will describe how much of Serthica’s ‘undeath’ characters can see.

■ Placing Magnus’ dragon eye before the tower’s telescope will allow characters to always see Serthica’s undeath, moving forward.




✘ ELEVATOR ETIQUETTE

Imperfect stillness dominates Vassarizhia: your footsteps do not click, words die in your mouth. The tower’s rickety gear slither silently. Your heartbeat aligns with the clock’s tick… tock.
You have the growing, gnarly certainty that you have invaded something ancient and alive.

The tower’s entryway level is large, deserted, stacked with gears. At its core is a dilapidated open elevator shaft.

A large sign says to find and pull the floor lever, if elevators stop.

■ There are two elevators. Each narrow lift can hold up to four people, crammed. The upper half of the carriage is chain-link fence, while the floors contain hatches that sometimes open mid-travel for 30 seconds. Hold on to ceiling-bound leather straps.

■ The ropes holding the elevators are thick, but tattered.

■ The elevator’s creaking squeals can awaken swarms of 1m-tall bats and bat wyverns. They rattle the lift, but ultimately withdraw.

■ The elevator can stop at as many levels as you want (or none!).

■ Beyond the second level, you feel intensely paranoid and see your companions as the persons you most hate/fear for five to 10 minutes. Reaching the top, you are tempted to cut the lift ropes of those who follow. (The ropes and elevators recover, after crashing to the bottom. )

■ On each floor, as you exit the elevator, a nearby wall shows a different scratched instruction, signed by DAVID.


LEVEL I: THE LABYRINTH| LEVEL II: THE ANCESTOR | LEVEL III: TAG! YOU’RE IT
LEVEL IV: THE ROOM WHERE NOTHING HAPPENS | LEVEL V: IT’S RAINING (AGAIN)




LEVEL I: THE LABYRINTH
CONTENT WARNING: MINOTAUR, BODY HORROR

Step into a jail maze, flooded to knee level. Confusing corridors narrow, widen and contort, while wall torches dim.

Intermittent howling reveals you’re not alone. Hiding, you see child-like chalk drawings of forest animals on walls — and a great minotaur. Keep silent.

■ David S P’s wall scrawl says, IT RUNS IN THE FAMILY.

■ Collect some of the many discarded daggers or axes. Rope bundles float in water — use them to paralyse your captive or briefly force them under your control.

■ Don’t linger in one place: rotting, bodiless hands surface to restrain you.

■ Bad news, if you swallow water when the minotaur or dead hands try to drown you: your skin stretches and bursts, while your bones pop and extend. You mutate into a half human, half woodland creature, all bloodlust. ( Inspiration, anyone? ) Your companions should still recognise you; between hazy memories and constant pain, you might struggle to remember them and even attack.

■ Morphed characters can (painfully) return to normal within minutes of re-entering the elevator.

■ A smaller and distressed three-headed minotaur also roams the labyrinth. Two of its heads sob, while the third urges you to hide with it when brother approaches. It tries to throttle you with a noose to make brother happy, if you follow. David did say.

■ The minotaur and its sibling have poor sight. They cannot enter a corridor where you’ve drawn or laid down a line.

■ Pull the lever, and a straight corridor leads you to the elevator.


TOP | LEVEL II | LEVEL III | LEVEL IV | LEVEL V




LEVEL II: THE ANCESTOR
CONTENT WARNING: GIANT SKELETON, BLOOD DRINKING

Here, only barren stone and thin rivulets of fresh water pouring from wall fountains with sharp-tipped ornaments — your spilled blood quickly infects the basins. Knives, pins and bowls have been abandoned nearby.

High pressure and vertigo overwhelm you. Follow a rhythmic heaving to where the upper half of an enormous skeleton — the Ancestor — has broken through a wall. White, silk thread fetters it. Dried blood rims its cracked mouth. Before it, the stone floor has been tarnished, up to a 5m radius.

The Ancestor appears dormant, a crown of iron thorns on its head. It clutches the lever tightly in its right hand. Above it, an engraving urges, SPILL WINE FOR YOUR ANCESTOR.

■ David S P’s elevator scrawl says, WATER TO WINE.

■ Dally staring and you feel dizzy, nauseous, depressed and compelled to share your close-death encounters. Before you know it, you are stepping into the Ancestor’s radius…

■ …where it plunges for you, if you don’t bear a filled cup. The silk ropes keep the Ancestor from reaching beyond 5m.

■ Two carvings under his fists read HONOUR THY FATHER and DISHONOUR THY MOTHER.

■ Quickly distract the Ancestor from crumbling his captives, tearing their arms or attempting to eat them.

■ The Ancestor is instinct-driven, consumed by thirst. It cannot see or smell, and only remembers taste. Sounds divert it.

■ Improvise: there is no actual wine here. Infuse water, spill blood, or vocally pretend you are delivering wine, and the Ancestor might spare you.

■ If sated, the Ancestor releases the lever.


TOP | LEVEL I | LEVEL III | LEVEL IV | LEVEL V




LEVEL III: TAG! YOU’RE IT
CONTENT WARNING: SCARECROW, SKINNED CREATURES

Enjoy pitch dark, dread and bile spreading in your gut. Take a candle from near the elevator and roam through small, unlocked rooms that feature tattered beds, strips of tanning leather and blood or wax spilled on the floor.

■ David S P’s wall scrawl says, O CATCHES IT.

■ Ahead, you see candle-bearing mannequins that dance a hora to the same song played by Jim Kirk’s music box: “Up the mountain, in the grove, hand in hand to Ke-Waihu, fresh harvest’s a treasure trove, each fall we feast anew.”

■ The creatures are patched abominations of wax, skinned flesh and burlap. In the middle of the hora is a wiry scarecrow, eyes blazing with candle fire as it points a large cleaver. In certain lights, the scarecrow’s face briefly contorts into that of your mother. It wears priestly robes that Arc III survivors may recognise from the House of Ravens.

■ As the dance finishes, you notice the lever in the middle of the circle, where flame spells out TAKE THEM, NOT ME. The game begins.

■ The abominations run, gleefully manic and screaming TAAAA~AAAAAG. YOU’RE IT! The scarecrow unflinchingly cuts them down while pursuing you. Hide in the abandoned rooms, or risk snuffing your candle to avoid detection.

■ Some abominations slap you, hold you, or alert the scarecrow. Others offer shelter. A few peel off wax skins from their limbs — showing black fungi beneath. They murmur, IT NEVER GOES AWAY.

■ Parchment strips fall from the scarecrow’s sleeves, reading, HAPPY NAME DAY, MOTHER KNOWS BEST, THE SIN RAN DEEPER THAN SKIN, IF YOU CAN BEAR IT, IT’S A GAME.

■ Bless David: draw the scarecrow into a drawn or makeshift circle to trap it.

■ Intense, paralysing fear arrests you, if the scarecrow catches you. The wax abominations chant, TAKE THEM, NOT ME. One might even take pity and move your numbed mouth to utter the words. Say them — and the scarecrow lands deep cuts on your arms, then pursues your companion.

■ If you betray someone, the abominations take the appearance of your worst version: whether physically mutated, with a temper that amplifies your worst features, or both.


TOP | LEVEL I | LEVEL II | LEVEL IV | LEVEL V




LEVEL IV: THE ROOM WHERE NOTHING HAPPENS
CONTENT WARNING: MANIPULATION, MENTAL COERCION

You enter a quiet room. The lever sits on a table, beside rope and a dagger. As you approach, your surroundings transform: perhaps your dearest dead appear to warmly welcome you. Crowds of your doubters celebrate your success. Or you are in a calm oasis, where nothing hurts.

■ David S P’s wall scrawl says, THIS DREAM IS A NIGHTMARE.

■ Whatever your deepest wishes, the room’s vivid illusions provide. With time, your beautiful dreams deteriorate into horror. Sometimes, you hear whispers of, Make a wish.

■ The room increasingly drains your life force. Within half an hour, you have gaunt flesh, brittle bones and a hunched back. Or you might feel compelled to harm yourself, clawing your arms and face, or pulling your hair out.

■ The damage comes undone minutes after reaching the elevator.

■ The room focuses on one person: if someone joins you, they see fainter echoes of what the room shows you, but they are not enthralled. They must coax or drag you away.

■ If you are under the room’s influence, it forces you to make any later intruders stay.


TOP | LEVEL I | LEVEL II | LEVEL III | LEVEL V




LEVEL V: IT’S RAINING (AGAIN)
CONTENT WARNING: PLAGUE, THE CHILD

At the tower’s open-sky top, fire crackles from a small stone pit, shielded by a familiar, immovable blood-spattered white umbrella. Nearby, discover an immense rusted telescope and other discarded astronomy tools.

You trip on rain-battered yellowed bones at every step. One skeletal hand holds a watch piece, engraved for Mr. David Sebastian Pumpkins.

■ David S P’s has only scrawled his signature.

■ You might reach the flame easily, or be overwhelmed by sickness, black fungal spores blooming on your fingers, while you cough blood and experience intense fever. The symptoms wane once you reach the fire.

■ Burn paper talismans and link finished threads to help Karsa’s spell.

■ The child with a fox mask from the Unwinding could appear. Sign up for one of three short threads, which must finalise by 3 November.


NOTES

■ Some of the bigger plot clues have been emphasised, to help navigate through the horror details.

■ You can hit up some NPCs during the trials.

■ Check out plotting posts for last-minute team-ups.

Back to the top.

QUESTIONS

thedreamer: (043)

[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-11-03 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a larger, more menacing minotaur lurking somewhere beyond them, the Doctor is well aware. And wherever that creature happens to be at the present moment, he certainly hasn't helped in keeping their whereabouts a secret - that, at least, he's also aware of. But things happen quickly in moments of great duress, split second decisions that can't be mulled over at length. He's drawn attention to them, but he's kept Red safe; given the choice again, he'd do the very same thing. The beast that comes for them may be big enough to fill this labyrinth entirely, but its size would be minuscule by comparison to the Doctor's rage, were any harm to come to Red or Vanessa.

Here again, he must make a choice - tend to Red, tend to the whimpering beast. But why does he have to choose? He can help them both. It intended to harm his friend, yes, but it was weeping as it approached them. Why? Does it fear the larger beast, as they do? Was it compelled to seek them out? To set them as bait and trap for its kin? It begs to be hidden, cowers in fear.

As always with the Doctor, these many thoughts and questions swirl around in his mind as quickly as one draws breath. He wastes no time at all mulling it over, but by his nature, he has to consider every possibility.

Red is his first priority and as she's helped to her feet by both himself and Vanessa, he spares a moment to briefly cradle her cheek in his hand. A fraction of a second, a chance to meet her eyes, to study, to assess, to make sure she's...well, as okay as she can be at the moment. He leans in, kissing her forehead briefly, a moment to betray his own fear, yet to assure himself of her well-being at the same time. He trusts Vanessa to keep an eye on her now as he turns his focus to the minotaur in front of them.

Holding his hands out, palms up, he approaches slowly and cautiously, making sure to keep himself solidly between Vanessa and Red, and the minotaur. ]


I'm sorry, I am, but you were hurting my friend. He forced you to do it, didn't he? Your brother. You're afraid of him, too, we all are, and we can help each other. Let me help you, first, with this. [ Still taking it slow, he approaches, his hands held out in a gesture of innocence as he reaches for the axe. He's moving slowly enough, talking softly enough, that it seems amenable for the moment. Anything in enough pain would be, probably, and so the Doctor carefully dislodges the axe, tossing it aside in the water. ]

I'm the Doctor and I'm very glad to meet you. None of us want to be here, do we? Dreadful place, really, not my scene. Can I know your name? [ The two heads just keep crying while the third seems to...vaguely understand what he's saying, yet offers no name. To which, the Doctor simply claps and then rubs his hands together, offering the creature a gentle smile. ]

No name? That's okay! We all have to start somewhere. You look like - Theodore. Teddy! Had a good friend called Teddy once. And I don't leave friends behind. Will you come with us? Help us?

[ If he could communicate telepathically with Red and Vanessa right now, he'd be telling them to run, to take this opportunity with the distraction he's created, and just go. Where, is the question, but they could get a headstart down a different path at least. As it is, he glances over his shoulder for a moment at both of them, his eyes briefly flickering with a look that almost begs, if they catch what he's trying to silently say. Immediately, though, he puts a smile back on his face and turns back to the minotaur. ]

We can all get out of here together, Teddy. You don't deserve to be trapped here anymore than we do. Show us the way out, eh?
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[personal profile] matermali 2022-11-03 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vanessa is hardly equipped to handle the near tantrum of a child after the time she's had, but somehow her voice stays quiet with a weary, raspy whisper. ]

I would love to go. Far away. But I'm here, and I'm not happy as you think your dolls are.

[ Curious, she'll try to pull the umbrella closer to her side, gaze caught on the blood only a moment before returning to him. No matter what kind of powers he has, he is certainly a child in behavior. ]

You can't be happy, can you, knowing about the rot? We may see it now. Will we see more? [ A curious frown. ] That doesn't make you happy, either. What would make you happy?
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[personal profile] saintclaire 2022-11-03 03:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Well," she replies, pragmatically. There isn't a shred of hesitation there, her attention fixed solely on him, her expression serious. "I want you to wrangle the bird, start to finish, so we can do our jobs in the courtroom. It should be easy for all of us that way."

There's a shrug to her shoulders.

"If you want to run off after that, I'm not going to stop you. But before that point, we have something important to do."

With a bird, in a quasi-kangaroo court, in a strange land. Like you do.
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[personal profile] growlies 2022-11-03 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
( Red is grateful for Vanessa's hand up to a standing position so she isn't on her knees if this beast decides to lunge again. There's just a bruise across her neck, nothing more, impossible to see even in this lighting. Emotion swarms her chest stupidly now that she realizes how much danger both of them put themselves in to come back to get her like this. They could have used it as a chance to escape, to get out. She gets to her feet with her hand on Vanessa's arm, and then catches her breath. Vanessa's violent desire is shared, but then the Doctor takes a moment to check on her. He cradles her cheek and then kisses her forehead before turning to face the monster. It's enough to drain some of the violence in her for the surprise it brings her, staring up at him, struggling to process.

And her stupid fucking eyes start to burn and a knot lodges in her throat at the gesture, at the softness of it all and the protectiveness, and there really isn't time to sort out all her godsdamn feelings. And she doesn't-

Stupid fucking, godsdamn emotions.

Now he is placing himself in front of the same monster that attacked her. He is having a jovial word with it as if it deserves a chance (she would have told him not to have taken a chance on her either, on what she was if he'd stumbled on her in the Underworld). And she is not able to utter a word between the pain in her throat and the emotion lodged there. She only looks up toward Vanessa who looks as murderous as Red feels, and then to the Doctor when he looks back. She mouths a: Fuck no. She is not leaving him or Vanessa like they wouldn't leave her. She moves slowly toward the axe to try not to draw its attention to her, but she wants to be armed, and she wants to cut its limbs off one by one if it even dares to lash out toward him or Vanessa or them both. )
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[personal profile] edgerun 2022-11-03 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Eh? Who told you I'm sick? ( she turns her gaze back on him fully, her eyes harsh and firm and full of judgement.

this world is certainly sick, that much is obvious. and this child, she doesn't doubt, is a part of the problem. does that also make him a part of the solution? and if so, how?

she worries she doesn't have enough time to process those thoughts. she's been brought to the dangerous climax of a winding story, and that exposition has turned it's sights on her now. her fingers curl into her palms, finding the edges of cyberware. )


I'm not sick. You can't just make up lies about me so you don't have to listen.
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[personal profile] matermali 2022-11-03 05:22 am (UTC)(link)
[ Even Vanessa is stunned at the sight of the Doctor turning his conversational gifts on the ugly beast that had just been dragging Red to God only knows what fate. To the other beast? To something worse, if she could not overpower it in time? The thought keeps her eyes narrowed on the minotaur and her knife well outward once it's established that Red seems able to breathe.

Never has she seen such a creature, but any awe she might feel at the newness of it is mired in revulsion. This thing intended to make off and murder one of her own, and she feels no compassion from (nor for) its twisted features as it limps upward and then a bit sideways while it regains balance. The one that doesn't weep whispers, but it's a whisper that tries too hard and Vanessa thinks it means for everyone within the prison to hear. If you like. Sorry about that. Just wanted you to hide with me. Brother was near.

To which, Vanessa shakes her head should anyone look her way. Does she get a vote? She isn't leaving the Doctor alone with it, and she will not follow anything that calls the other one brother, even if it hadn't just made such a terrible first impression. She inches closer to the Doctor; her whisper is in a huff.

First Red, and now he has tried to offer himself the martyr if that glance was any indication. Vanessa isn't even acknowledging the hypocrisy of it, not mere moments after agreeing to remain together. She travels with lovable fools. ]


Doctor, anything it tells us will be a trick. We cannot follow him, not after that. Nor can we allow him to roam and tell his brother where to find us.

[ One of the grotesque heads weeps louder at the sight of Red getting closer to the axe, and the one that had spoken of its brother is blinking a little too much at Vanessa, like it can hear her just fine despite the incessant noise of the other heads. What's she going to do to it?

Already she's glancing to where the noosed rope lay, and wonders where the rope they had dropped still floated. It may be too strong to be tied up with such a simple tool. It also may not take too kindly to the violence being further implied by the two standing behind the Doctor. She knows in its stance, and her gut. Violence is inevitable, no matter how they tried to proceed. ]
Edited 2022-11-03 19:36 (UTC)
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[personal profile] faceblocker 2022-11-03 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
[ Like knives in her stomach, Vi grimaces and steps away from the surreal dream-like sequence that only promises further heartbreak for Caitlyn. Nobody deserves this. As much as Vi would love to see her parents, she'd never want it on these terms. Something is toying with Caitlyn, and Vi can't humor it. ]

We don't have time. You don't have time. You...

[ Caitlyn looks so tired. Vi hates to leave her, but that lever is the only thing in the room that might achieve some kind of change, so Vi is going for it. She hopes it will shut off this illusion, but a way out would be even better. ]

You can't stay here. It's not real. And I need to get back to Powder, you know that.

[ The mention of tea only draws a shudder before she reaches for the lever, hoping for the best. ]
Edited 2022-11-03 05:51 (UTC)
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[personal profile] makemeasong 2022-11-03 11:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ There isn't anything Clara has to say on the way to the lift. She hurts to the bone in a way that isn't physical, a pain that sinks in and settles with hooks in her soul. She feels exposed and raw in front of a person she doesn't know at all; aside from his name and that he has a sword and magic (?), she knows nothing about him. There's usually a trust that's formed when one's heart is exposed.

When he speaks, Clara keeps her eyes ahead, and there's only one response she can think of. ]


Don't tell the Doctor.

[ The words from the Dalek, from one of her echoes, would destroy him. Upon reconsideration, she looks at Wangji. ]

None of it's a secret, it'd just break his hearts, and they're already broken enough.

[ She has no idea if she'll take Wangji up on his offer or not. He might be the best person for her to talk to, since he hardly speaks, himself. ]
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[personal profile] clavesregni 2022-11-03 01:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[As soon as Vi moves away from her, Caitlyn wilts. She's so tired. When did she become this tired?

Her mother is saying we need to talk in a tone that suggests she feels the same way that Caitlyn does about discussing their relationship, but Caitlyn's attention is suddenly focused on Vi. She's not sure why, but she knows she can't let Vi do whatever it is she's planning to do. Every instinct she has is telling her to make Vi stay. She turns around, ready to grab her, when she notices something past Vi, drawn on the carpet.

How could she not have seen it before?

A distorted monkey's face, spray-painted in neon blue. It's too big for her to have missed it; did it only just appear? Is Jinx here?

That monkey was the last thing she saw before...]


Vi! Get back!

[As she shouts a warning to Vi, she could swear she hears an unfamiliar voice whisper, ever so faintly, make a wish.

She reaches for her mum, the closest person to her, trying to pull her back, to shield her, anything, but she's too late. With a sudden burst of light and heat, the bomb goes off. She's not sure whether she's knocked down by the force of the blast or collapses from sheer exhaustion, but whichever it is, she finds herself on the ground.]
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-11-03 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
And I'll be the bait. Before you protest, just listen to me for a moment. [ His voice is commanding, but not harsh; he carries an air of someone who knows exactly what needs to happen next and he won't accept anything different. He needs to sell her something that's...a bit of a lie, and so he adopts his usual method of unwavering confidence, even in the face of uncertainty. ]

I'm a Time Lord. Alien with two hearts, respiratory bypass system. If I'm injured badly, I can heal myself. [ This may or may not be a lie. This world they're in now has had strange and unpredictable impacts on his abilities so he can't be entirely sure he'd even be able to heal himself. ] If I die, I have a little trick up my sleeve called regeneration. [ This is most definitely a lie. While he knows he's granted a new regeneration cycle in his future, that hasn't happened yet. He can and likely would die, and anyone who knows him well would catch him in that, but for now, it's just him and Caitlyn. She doesn't need to know and she doesn't need to go risking herself any further. ]

My point - I'll be the shield and I will get you out of this, Caitlyn, I promise. I don't know what happens from here, but you're going to be safe. [ He didn't miss the way her hands shook, so he spares a moment to reach for hers now, briefly squeezing them. ]

Trust me. Please. This is what I do.

[ And he is not losing anyone else. ]

If you go back through the passageway and shut the door, I'll find it in the hallway, lead it in here.
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-11-03 04:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ His instinct is to lie, it's on the tip of his tongue. A lie to reassure and comfort, if nothing else, because she is, in fact, dying. He still believes, though, that he can stop it if he can get her to that beacon of a fire. There has to be something about it, for as difficult as it is getting there. Walking through all these skulls littering the ground won't be easy, certainly not for Clara and not even for him. It's pouring rain down on them, and Clara is dying in front of him.

If the fire does nothing at all, neither of them will be worse off than they are now, because it ends the same way for the Doctor, regardless: Clara dies. Again. Why??? He wants to roar and shout it, to no one, to everyone. Why does she have to keep dying, why does he have to watch it every time? Why do so many die and he can't fix it?

He can't hide the worry on his face, but he betrays nothing else. Kissing her forehead and smoothing her rain-soaked hair back from her eyes, the Doctor smiles and wordlessly moves to lift her up into his arms, carrying her now. ]


Oh, I remember everything. You know me. [ Said with such ease. ]

I'll tell you a story. [ This, evidently, is how he's going to answer her question, Doctor, am I gonna die?

He's breaking a rule, a very big rule, but if he's wrong and this is their last moment, he needs her to know how important she is, what she's meant to him already, even if he doesn't fully understand who she is and why he keeps finding her. ]


I traveled about for a very long time, all across the universe, across time. Sometimes people needed help and I didn't walk away. [ The saver of worlds; he doesn't like calling himself that, he doesn't like making a big deal out of what he's done. It's nothing, really, nothing at all. For all his bluster and ego on the surface, he never really thinks he deserves the praise. ]

And then it was too much, I lost too much. I was done, with all of it. Retired; I wanted a simple, quiet, lonely life in a cloud, where I couldn't possibly lose anyone else. And there you were, Clara Oswald, the governess who wouldn't leave me alone, who insisted I help. Drove me mad, even more because I knew you were right. Ridiculous, like you always have been. But you followed me into that cloud, Clara, and you forced me back down. You saved me and I couldn't save you and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, again.

[ It won't make any sense to her, he thinks. But he's half-hoping she's delirious enough with fever not to comprehend or question much anyway. ]

Will you remember me? Clara - promise you'll remember.

[ So they can find one another again. ]
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[personal profile] slippin 2022-11-03 05:34 pm (UTC)(link)
There it is, black and white. Jimmy gives Kim's sane, sound counsel some time to sink in—and then figures a splash of color wouldn't go amiss. He points a finger at John. “You're being”—his gaze falls on the bird; his mouth works irresistibly in a smile—“a ballbag.”

(The bird perks up, croaking triumphantly: “Ballbag!”)

“Look. You can do whatever you want in there. You want this little fella to carpet bomb his highness' royal mane—” Actually, no, it's a little too easy to imagine that scenario ending with the bird's neck wrung in open court. “Well, he can fly around, anyway. Lead everyone on a merry chase. The name of the game is flagrant disregard for the court's time. Just, you know, keep a lid on your glee until the afterparty.

“By the time we're through with that room, it's not gonna be a court. That's the whole point.”
Edited (cries) 2022-11-03 17:37 (UTC)
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have a preference for who gets sick?

[personal profile] flatly 2022-11-03 07:10 pm (UTC)(link)
Ironically, despite not trying, he'd technically succeeded in summoning an angel. Half of one, anyway. Alec squints at that don't help no one, but reluctantly lets it go without comment.

Luckily the wyverns and bats don't swoop in between the fourth and fifth levels: though Alec has been through the whole cage rattling rigamarole on lower floors, he trusts the lift less and less with each inch they ascend. He might not get turned into a wet splat on the ground if the elevator gets shaken hard enough to drop them all the way down (thank you, combat runes), but John is only just starting to look less like death warmed over and Alec wouldn't necessarily trust ability to survive a stiff breeze at the moment.

Not that he actually knows what John can or can't do. His explanation for the ritual seems so haphazard, but whatever stubborn pride Alec has, he can still acknowledge that he doesn't know the first thing about magic theory crafting. Maybe all spells are secretly that much of a mish-mash, and Magnus just somehow manages to make them look graceful and deliberate?

Probably not, but you know. Maybe. "Okay," he acquiesces after a moment, and opens his mouth to interrogate further, but suddenly the sky opens up above them and it turns out that the weather is rainy. They've reached the top. "Finally," he interrupts himself to mutter, but then the elevator door finishes opening up to a sea of yellow, water-logged bones. That's... probably not good. "What the hell?" He shoots John a look like he expects the man to be able to explain, for some reason.
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2022-11-03 07:40 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Why couldn't they just have run? That was his intention here, for the two of them to run. He could stand here as long as it took, chatting up the minotaur, taking every blow it might wish to land on his body. They could have gotten away, they could have been safe. He can't blame them for something he would have done himself, of course, but he can't help feeling that same panic rise in him that he always feels when those he cares for most are in danger. They may reach a point soon where there's a limit to what he can do to keep them safe and he dreads to think of it. Then again, he'd said only a short while ago they were stronger together. Not so now; now, Red and Vanessa just need to run far away and get to safety.

It's not lost on him that his approach is, perhaps, overly compassionate and idealistic. The thought that for a moment, he could appeal to the monster's own fear, is not the choice many (or even most) would have made. He's aware of Red reaching for the axe and he can feel Vanessa close to him. She's too close, it's not safe, should the minotaur advance. He looks to her over his shoulder now, worry in his eyes, whispering back to her with a tone that's firm and laced with an edge of burgeoning fear. Fear for her, for Red, not for himself. ]


Vanessa, please-

[ The rest of his plea is cut off as the minotaur, clearly lost to its own madness and beyond helping, suddenly lunges and reaches out for any or all of them. Because his sight is briefly turned away from the minotaur, the Doctor doesn't see its long arm swiping towards them, otherwise he would have pushed Vanessa out of the way before it could injure her. Instead, it reaches for Vanessa, grabbing onto her for a moment while the Doctor lunges for it in return in an attempt to sever its hold on her, to no avail; its grip is too strong, and though it seems to struggle for a moment - the Doctor is hoping that Vanessa has at least managed to injure it further with the dagger she'd been gripping - it tosses her unceremoniously back into the water.

The Doctor turns his trust back to Red, hoping she was successful in grabbing the axe, as he rushes forward towards Vanessa, his hearts pounding loudly to his own ears. ]


Vanessa!

[ Not knowing the extent of her injuries and with the fear the undead will pull her fully under the water, the Doctor is by her side as swiftly as he can be, nearly desperate in his efforts to keep her safe. ]
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[personal profile] growlies 2022-11-03 07:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Fuck!

( Red shouts the word out as Vanessa goes flying, and worry spikes in her heart like she's never felt before. The swell of violent rage that had been building inside of her chooses this moment to explode explode. This wasn't supposed to happen. She cannot even look to see if she's okay or breathing or alive. A hit like that could- No. She is not letting herself think, cannot think at all beyond that swell of explosiveness. She reaches for the axe, needing to utilize that Cerberus strength which only ever comes to her in bursts, but it sure as fuck is gonna come to her in this burst if she has anything to say about it.

The Doctor's chasing after her. He's got the name for a reason. He can help her. He will help her.

The mini minotaur starts to chase after the Doctor and Vanessa, and starts to speak again, You'll be my friends if you come down in the water with me. Take a drink. Swallow it up. Join me.. An inhuman growl leaves her before she launches herself at its back. She aims and angles the axe right in between its shoulder blades. The blade meets its mark, sinking inside, as blood flies out at her in turn. It howls out in pain, trying to reach for her or the axe in its back, but not being able to.

She grips to the axe with both her hands. The rest of her body curls around the handle as she remains on the thing's back, catching sight of a glint of metal at its arm. She'll grab that before she goes, but first: Her voice is a low hiss against one of its heads: )


You won't touch them again.
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[personal profile] matermali 2022-11-03 07:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[ The impact with the water, shallow as it is, leaves Vanessa too stunned to move at first. Sounds are a all just a single buzz. She didn't have enough time to see exactly where her knife got stuck on the beast, but she sorely wishes she had it against the myriad hands creeping and tugging and yanking at her while she's still dazed. The rank water is almost everywhere now, in at least one ear, where the buzzing muffles. It's only a moment, really, just a blink in time, and then sound and panic rush in all at once. Water sloshing, voices shouting, and another roar from somewhere not so distant anymore.

She hears her name, she hears another invitation from the weeping minotaur, and if instinct isn't enough to encourage her to hold her breath the moment she's pulled underwater, then spite is a fine substitute. Unfortunately, she's still winded from the landing and if she can't wrench the rotting from her shoulders and arms in time to get free, she may not have a choice in 'drinking the water'.

In the back of her mind, in the mist, she worries what the monster is doing to her friends. It makes her movements all the more frantic as she splashes and kicks, slapping and ripping at hands with such a fervor that she can't immediately tell when a pair belongs to the Doctor. As soon as she notices his murky silhouette from the dim torchlight beyond, however, Vanessa latches desperately to his arm. ]
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[personal profile] flatly 2022-11-03 08:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Alec looks deeply harassed by Licyn's much better salesmanship, because it's definitely a lot and he's absolutely certain that Licyn knows it, but it's not like he can complain considering what a terrible job he'd been doing.

And anyway, it's times like these that Alec desperately wishes he'd paid better attention when Magnus talked about vintage and tasting notes and whatever else while trying to spoil him rotten with bogglingly expensive wines that he lacked the palette to properly appreciate. Not that it would really help him right now, considering he has to hang onto the goblet for dear life as soon as it's returned to him. "Yeah, it's—" The Ancestor looks... interested? As much as something without the face to make expressions can, anyway. The tilt of its skull and the way it seems to follow the cup as it passes between them makes Alec think that this might actually be working. Somehow. A bit more confidently than before: "Uh, mahogany." It's the most expensive wood he can think of, considering that he is someone who budgets for furniture expenditures more than he ever does for fancy alcohol.

He tries to mimic Licyn's move with the cup, swirling it and bringing it close to his face like it's not just dubious fountain water in a building with a particularly nasty flood on the first floor, and he imagines he looks intensely stupid while doing so. Feeling stupid has got to be better than feeling like a smear on the floor after getting flattened by a giant bone fist, though, so he endures.

"Berries. And, you know, grapes." He's helping. "We'd be happy to share it with you," he hedges hopefully, after contributing approximately nothing, "we just need you to pull that lever."
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[personal profile] clavesregni 2022-11-03 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
[Caitlyn is about to protest before he cuts her off. It's all very logical, what he's saying. She doesn't know what a Time Lord is, and she's very curious to ask what he means by 'alien.' But if it's true that he has the ability to heal himself, it's perfectly rational that he should be the one putting himself in danger.

But 'perfectly rational' and 'right' aren't always the same thing, and Caitlyn's not going to let the Doctor risk his life while she hides in another room being of no use to anyone.

She squeezes his hands back before dropping them, clenching her fists down by her sides instead as she directs her most determined frown at him.]


I'm going with you.
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[personal profile] makemeasong 2022-11-03 09:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Clara has no idea what he's saying. She hears words: help and lost, then ridiculous and sorry. Every part of her wants to respond, no part of her can. She was born to be with him, no matter what, in every life. She wants to tell him the tower is something even he couldn't have prepared for; Serthica is beyond anything she can remember him being up against. She wants to tell him that she was sad and lost when he found her, and then she started to live again with him, happier than she'd been since her mum died. None of that comes out, though. But she does hear his question.

She can't tell how long has passed by the time she can give him an answer. Finally, she tries, each word its own small sentence. ]


Always. Always. Doctor.

[ She'll find him, and somehow, next time, she'll know who he is, she won't waste time. She wills every part of her that's been split into ghosts across the universe to know the Doctor, to always be able to look into those sad eyes and know him.

The heat of the fire feels cool in comparison to the burning of her body, but it's how she realizes they're close. She coughs, her entire body seizing with it, blood spraying across his arm. ]


Talisman—

[ It's too much to say more, taking a deep breath that rattles in her chest. ]

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-11-03 09:57 pm (UTC)(link)


( ...crying. Is what it makes him, slow to show, beneath the heft of his mask, tears streaming. No sobs, only a labour of breathing.

He is impossibly still, intrinsically silent. )

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-11-03 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)


It would make me happy if you left, if you all left, if you'd never come. We were happy here, and I was keeping everyone safe

( And he's not sobbing, not weeping, but in that heated, semi-feverish state that so swiftly transitions between phases of exasperation. He's worn himself out, drawing his sleeves over his mask, to hide a face already shielded. )

I'll count to ten. And you should be gone. Or I'll make you gone. I'll make you gone really quickly. Go.

[personal profile] sansdoute 2022-11-03 10:05 pm (UTC)(link)


You are sick. You're very sick. You're the sickest you've ever been.

( It is a strange, child-like thing to sound so wholly, so impossibly, so unwaveringly certain. It is, and yet he is. )

You're going to die. I'm sorry.

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[personal profile] edgerun 2022-11-03 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Who asked you to be sorry? What's wrong with dying? ( after all, who really wants to live forever anyway? )
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2022-11-03 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
[ ...The crying seems to take Five off guard. It somehow didn't occur to him that telling a child about a murder would get that reaction, but he hasn't thought of him as a child at all. He frowns, and in the silence, thinks about one of the theories he heard. ]

Was he your father?
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[personal profile] matermali 2022-11-03 10:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Unless you can send us home, then anything short of killing us here will only delay the inevitable.

[ The sight of a distressed child brings her no pleasure, but her sympathies are coming up short after the tower's trials, especially if she's to think on just everything the boy has been responsible for so far. If he means to make her forget as soon as she sees the citadel, to unwind it all, to continue thinking of them as mere dolls...he is a danger, whether or not he means to be.

If anything, she ought to take his threat seriously, and she does, but she isn't able to concede. It's just impossible. The concept of him just magicking her away, or him disappearing in turn, is shunned. She needs to know more first.

Before she can risk him actually completing a countdown, Vanessa knocks the umbrella aside, leaning forward to reach for his wrist with a weakened grip. She doesn't know if it will keep him from disappearing anyone, but if she can grab hold for even a moment, perhaps in that moment of contact she can reach into him and see something real in his psyche; something that led to any of this happening, something that made him this way. ]