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let's set d o w n some ([personal profile] groundrules) wrote in [community profile] westwhere2023-05-15 05:49 pm

the sunken | part i



THE SUNKEN






Welcome to the first log of Arc VI: the Sunken, which covers 15 May – 2 June and doubles as a test drive meme.

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LOST AT SEA | TEST DRIVE TOURISTS


You wake, gasping, in a stormy sea, your thoughts slowed to a confused trickle. Skill, floating wood or a kindly stranger — who you can’t understand — help you to reach shore.

Villagers discover you collapsed on sand and provide critical (if rickety) communication and translation devices. They say you are in Sunken Yancai, a fishing village progressively overtaken by waters and cursed by the secretive ‘ladies of the lake’ to transit through time.

■ Rescuers group newcomers and supply questionable village couture, warm meals and accommodations in abandoned, half-flooded homes or spare small boats anchored in Yancai’s waterways. Huddle up, recover your strength and don’t think too hard on why your memories are hazy over the next three days.

■ Come morning, you visit village leader Quanze Tsaymien, then the sorceress Karsa — who explains you are otherworlders summoned into Akhuras by undead lords who wish to weaponise you in their battle against humans and one another. Karsa is an associate of the Merchant, who leads otherworlders towards ancient transport beacons east.

■ One such beacon rests dormant in Yancai. The group must infiltrate the village and wait a few weeks until it shifts to a point back in time when the beacon was active.

■ Newcomers are handed passport papers with their new identities in Yancai, where they may be known as a bankrupt merchant, perpetually drunk sailor, whale hunter, raft surveyor, mermaid who has just gained their legs, crab collector... feel free to invent a dutifully hilarious apt role for their seaside sojourn.


OLD TIMERS | THE DRIFTING


You dragged yourself here in a haze. You arrived long ago, as if in a dream. You were born and bred in this village. In truth, your memories of reaching lively Yancai feel nebulous and alarmingly inconsequential.

Characters are facilitated new identities and dwellings by the Merchant, or believe they have had them all along.

■ A weary Karsa warns to say nothing to party members with altered memories, until the sorcery that affects them runs its course.

■ Memory-altered characters progressively regain their memories within three to five days (by 20 May). They have their memories partially or fully back at night ( midnight to 5 a.m.). Throughout the day, memory regains can trigger migraines, eerie confusion and paranoia.

Hauntings begin once characters have fully regained their memories.

■ Once everyone is ‘back to normal,’ Karsa explains that Yancai periodically transits through time. The memory alterations are a magical solution endorsed by the village council, which ensures locals mentally weather these shifts. Villagers continue to blithely accept you as part of the community.


(DON'T) HOLD YOUR BREATH


Karsa reunites the existing party and newcomers, issuing first assignments. The Merchants’s information suggests the beacon of Yancai will be online once the village travels in time within weeks. A dubious Karsa asks the party to check on the beacon, located in the former House of Commerce of the largely inundated merchants’ district. Reach it by rowing boat.

■ Villagers say the Master of Commerce, a famous musician, took precautions against intruders.

■ All ground and lower floor entryways of the palatial House were boarded to restrict flooding. To enter, pick locks or climb the putrid stairwell towards upper balconies.

Inside, the hissing of running water — and, in the lower levels, of thin, slippery leeches whose bite numbs your limbs, while they attempt to feed. You seem to experience pronounced vertigo when entering any decaying rooms covered in black mould.

■ The beacon is located on a dais in the basement vault room, where water rises near 1 meter. Only a few scattered scrolls and golden decorations remain among decorations, while a large ceiling carving writes, greed deafens man to the cries of his conscience; music sets him free.

■ Some tiles of the marbled floor stand out as you wade — step on one, and all doors abruptly slam shut, while dozens of obscured holes in the wall start to rapidly spill water, threatening to fill the room to the ceiling within the hour. You hear the tinny, waning sound of a village song played from a hidden source.

■ To stop the pouring water and open the doors, sing the song you hear, or find the music box that produces it amid debris on the water-covered floors. Wind it, and it plays its song in reverse, revealing the voice of a laughing elderly man who says, Depressingly, Anurr was right to worry.

■ Don’t forget to check the beacon — and report back to Karsa that it looks structurally untarnished.


THEY SLEEP


After surprising revelations at previous citadels, Karsa tasks you to investigate just how… permanent death is in Yancai. Villagers share that their dead are buried in a strange rite at sea — part of which will take place within days.

■ The dead are ‘entombed’ in one-man sarcophagi ships with carved and chained lids that depict their likeness. These burial boats are set at sea on the first day of each season and return three months later.

■ Join the harbours around 22 May, when mourners gather to receive the burial boats. Characters must pretend to be greatly anguished relatives, acquaintances or debt collectors to join the grieving.

■ The boats float towards you, seemingly of their own volition. Gaze afar and spot a boat carrying a man in black — the same who haunts some characters — who observes until the last burial ship has reached the piers, before he disappears.

■ Sailors draw up the boats and unpeel the untouched chains and lids, to reveal… no corpses. Peer closer and find neither biological signs (stench, liquids) of discomposure, nor the magical chillness of spaces where cadavers have lingered long. Scratch marks litter the inside of some boat lids.

■ Mourners seem grateful that the waters have ‘accepted’ the bodies. Some say that their relatives whose boats have yet to return must have been stolen by the ‘ladies of the lake,’ a villainous witch coven. Speak to mourners or sailors for clues.

■ Linger long near opened burial boats, and you feel tempted to throw yourself into the sea, slowly losing consciousness — until someone rescues you.


AMONG US


On 25 May, village leader Quanze Tsaymien drags the chained and half feral mistress Miang-si to households and Yancai’s largest market square.

The young woman, he says, was seduced by the ladies of the lake — the furtive witch coven that condemned Yancai to time travel. Luckily, the village elders have… coaxed Miang-si back onto the righteous path.

Miang-si is brought door-to-door to point out her 'accomplices.' Ill at ease, villagers whisper of similar witch hunts leading to false accusations and blood-curdling repercussions.

■ Both men and women are suspected and brought before Miang-si. Perhaps she takes an eerie interest in you, getting especially close to catch your scent, touch or remark on (in)visible hurts, or even dotingly kiss you. If you whisper quickly while she’s near, you might be able to ask one question.

■ If you are patient and kind to Miang-si, she briefly squeezes your hand as she withdraws. Within the hour, you find blood writ on your palm that warns, Our fat moon rises red.

■ If you are agitated, or if Quanze rushes her during your visit, Miang-si erupts into sudden, side-splitting cackling — while you find yourself croaking like a toad, or transforming into one and retaining human speech. The spell dissolves after eight hours.

Quanze’s long-suffering men say this sorcery breaks faster if you kiss one of the curmudgeonly emerald toads that hide in some of Yancai’s lakes. Catch one such delightful, slime-spitting creature or barter it from merchants at a costly premium.


ILL MET BY MOONLIGHT


A full moon is set to rise within days of Miang-si’s visit, on 27 May — just as Yancai shows signs of time shifting. Villagers are prone to stilling and staring askance, seeming lost or adrift.

The village itself evolves: one moment, the same house appears freshly new, then drowned, while waterways overfill with water, then seem barren. Overall, the village deteriorates.

■ That day, the sun suffers a midday eclipse, while droves of black birds circle the woods and village outskirts, attacking those who come close.

■ The waters increasingly thicken and darken, preventing boats from entering certain waterways.

■ An exceedingly bright moon and a diffuse lunar replica rise with nightfall. Come midnight, the village is alive with the sounds of ripping, structural collapse and shrieks. Tar-covered corpses emerge from the waters, clawing on and climbing up piers. They swarm, drawing passers-by into waters to drown them. Help them — and foremost, yourself.

■ Light and fire keep the dead at bay. On some waterways, wildfire now spells, WHAT IS WET WAS WRONGED

■ Weaker alone, fresh corpses climb into your rowing boat, pretending they are innocents who seek shelter. They betray themselves by speaking very slowly, struggling to keep track of the conversation or obliviously peppering it with details of their death. They stubbornly ask questions about you, repeating your answers, and become violent if you say they are dead. Push them into the water at first opportunity.

Quanze Tsaymien and other men of the village take arms, urging villagers to barricade in the nearest home, harbour or warehouse and weather the night. They advise to be silent and beware the dead who imitate living voices, warning not to touch any black mould or water that suddenly appear in your home — which alert the dead of your presence within.

■ Some dead try to tear you apart, while others seek to feed you a disgusting, tar-like black mould. A small taste of it makes you sluggish and feeble for two-three hours, while an entire fistful can kill.

■ If the undead infiltrate your house, hold your breath, do not move and keep from screaming. The dead have weak sight and olfactory senses and might pass you by, as long as you stay silent. It can be more efficient to fool than kill the dead.

■ By 5 a.m., houses start to replenish themselves, gaining a new appearance, while water and mould retreat. The dead withdraw into waterways. Outside doors have been marked with blood: vertical lines tell how many living people remain inside; horizontal ones count how many within died overnight.

■ You step to seize a brave new day — while Yancai enters a new time period (further details due in the next plot update).


NOTES

■ The game enabling meme goes up on 25 May.

Hit up available NPCs here or in their new inbox!

QUESTIONS.

downswing: (estate)

[personal profile] downswing 2023-05-18 11:44 pm (UTC)(link)


He... drips down, cold. Wet. No, clammy. A texturally unsound, viscous proposition, the pulse of Wei Ying's fresh form somehow sensed even in the spidery spread of his limbs. Lan Wangji swallows, coldly, and a great seismic shudder rolls down his threat, shifting his jaw, unsettling his head/s poise and perhaps pushing the frog down

But he is latched, is Wei Ying, and Lan Wangji only offers him a feeble perch, his fingers beneath Wei Ying's cold derriere. Lifting him is like playing the guqin, learning the strings — he attends the toad with overwhelming, breathless care, fingers entirely too sweet.

Nudging, he sits his knuckles beneath the toad, urging Wei Ying to descend upon them without forcing the transition.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh." Hush and shoo it and exorcist it, this foolishness, wish it away like dust. "Did the change torture your body?"

It cannot be a simple or kindly thing, to be, all at once, a creature so small — bones and skin and flesh unwinding. And though Lan Wangji cannot stop the process, it would ache him more not to know.

downswing: (shoot out)

[personal profile] downswing 2023-05-18 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)


Discretion becomes him.

( Unlike Lan Wangji, hereby a gossip, a matron, a true force of child-rearing nature. But Xichen must know, as they cut their path towards the cave. After all, did he not raise Sizhui as much or more than did his father? Did he not intercede to offer warmth and care and guidance, when Lan Wangji succumbed to his wounds, in want of urgent treatment?

...no, no. If Zewu-Jun must learn of Sizhui's appetites, better it be here, from Lan Wangji's own wretched mouth. )


But he is... kindly to a girl. ( As, some might say, is entirely his nature. )

matermali: (187)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-05-18 11:59 pm (UTC)(link)
[ She does slowly pull her hand free, but she doesn't turn from him, instead letting her attention flick across the tie in question. Almost absently, she'll reach up to adjust and loosen it just a touch, then catches herself with a start.

Breath stuttered, Vanessa clasps her hands together and steps back, her smile more curious than ever, yet for that there's more of a shadowed guard before her gaze. What sort of person would elicit such a response from her? Not a nobody. ]


You almost had me wondering over work during my precious free time. [ No, she hadn't much been thinking of work. ] Bring it by later on and I will treat it with tender care.

[ Excuse enough to see him again. Perhaps something will perk him up in the meantime. To that, she'll take another step back, but still facing him, with a head tilt. ]

For now, I am to solve a mystery. Do you like those?
matermali: (178)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-05-19 12:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Vanessa isn't overly fond of tobacco, but at the moment she hasn't found anything better to serve when her nerves are taut and ready to snap. These are simply what are left of what the Doctor found her on the Sandman, so she's more than willing to share with another who clearly seems to need it.

She rarely has the stomach for proper food, either. The sandwich was most certainly meant to be eaten the day prior, but well...

The cigarette is offered with a nod and a dry smile. ]


Likely better for it.
clavesregni: (107 03 01)

[personal profile] clavesregni 2023-05-19 12:46 am (UTC)(link)
Yes, of course. [The need to find out what's going on is always paramount in Caitlyn's mind, and she's not at all fazed by someone who looks unequipped for it getting involved.]

I arrived after you passed through Ellethia. [Though she's heard one or two other people mention it.] I suppose anything's possible.

[She thumps her elbow sort of uselessly against the slats of wood covering the nearest window.] Everything on the ground is boarded up.
clavesregni: (106 01 03)

[personal profile] clavesregni 2023-05-19 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
[Caitlyn's got her back pressed flat against the side of the building as she makes her way sideways up the stairs very carefully. Her attention is laser-focused on not looking down, which, of course, means she's not looking at her feet or the steps right ahead.

She's also trying to pay attention to what Clara's saying, because she wants to know more about her friend and, as a bonus, it's a nice distraction from the thought of plummeting through a rotten staircase.

At Clara's warning, she halts, one foot hovering midair until she spies the problem and lowers it slowly.]


Is the step above it alright, do you think? We'd have to jump for it.

[Should they test it? She reaches behind her to pull out her rifle and leans forward to tap it lightly against the obviously offending step.

With a horrific creak, a chunk of wood breaks away and splatters in the water below, and Caitlyn instinctively presses herself even flatter against the wall.

The rifle barrel isn't that long, and it's going to be more of a reach to test the next step up. With a very serious and determined huff, Caitlyn braces herself to lean further forward over the newly-created gap.]


Hold onto me? [If Clara's holding onto her, maybe she won't overbalance and fall through the newly-created gap.]
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[personal profile] datapoint 2023-05-19 01:29 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe, [she says vaguely, only half aware that someone's speaking to her.

She takes a step into the next room, hand resting on the crumbling doorjamb, then stops again and looks over her shoulder. Right. Other people.]


Do you?

[She hears music, she thinks, but she doesn't want to say it out loud in case it's not real. She's not really sure she should fully trust her senses.]
datapoint: (pic#11947740)

[personal profile] datapoint 2023-05-19 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
Aloy exhales in relief. Good. At least she's not losing it. Although it brings up a fun new mystery: where, in fact, is the music coming from?

She hums in agreement—it's definitely not live. A recording, then?—and wades through the doorway to get a closer look. The room is half-flooded, so anything they can hear... "Has to be above the water line."

Further in the chamber, there's a dais raised above the water, but Aloy ignores it after a cursory glance. It's not what's making the noise.
datapoint: (pic#11947730)

[personal profile] datapoint 2023-05-19 01:40 am (UTC)(link)
[A rite master. Someone of high regard, probably. Someone with wisdom; someone of importance to this tribe. It'll be difficult to find anyone to humor suspicion of such a person.

Aloy exhales again, frustrated this time, and dusts her hands off. Time to get to work.]


Someone like that should probably be here to receive the dead.
clavesregni: (105 06 07)

tavern

[personal profile] clavesregni 2023-05-19 01:51 am (UTC)(link)
[How has Caitlyn Kiramman found herself in this rowdy, run-down tavern by the pier, surrounded by the raucous cries of fishermen and the stench of stale ale? She's asking herself that very question. It's as though she thought there might be someone... someone she knew who might frequent a place like this. As though she came here looking for them.

Her head's felt oddly scrambled the past few days, and the notebook - currently clutched tight to her chest as she makes her way stiffly and awkwardly towards the bar - isn't helping. No matter how much she tells herself it's all a fantasy, there are small kernels in it that ring so true that she can't ignore them.

She's making up her mind to leave when a woman nearby collapses with a pained cry. Caitlyn runs over to her.]


Here, let me help you. [She turns to a man sitting nearby.] Get her a cold compress, quickly. [If the woman's got a migraine or other head pain, Caitlyn needs to take her somewhere dark and quiet. And if it isn't head pain, the woman covering her eyes certainly makes it seem like she needs to be somewhere dark. So she asks the barkeep whether there's a room she can take the woman to, and he nods towards a stairway.] Come on, let's go somewhere quiet.
weifinder: (quiet | this pull is astronomical)

[personal profile] weifinder 2023-05-19 02:14 am (UTC)(link)
"I hear it is for sailors, and this is a sailor's town."

Fisher folk they had in plenty in Yunmeng, it was a region of lakes and rivers, but the sway of the sea wasn't as apparent. Floods were more the concern, and those weren't presaged by moons. Usually.

"Then she's warning you danger's coming as the moon rises full. Our moon?" He pauses, considers. "The largest one? The one that's closest to a round one?"
weifinder: (oh... | oh this is a mad boy)

[personal profile] weifinder 2023-05-19 02:23 am (UTC)(link)

One sticky little foot, strange for its soft insistence, presses to Lan Zhan's cheek. Oh, there's the dodge, and while he transitions one long, lanky rear leg to Lan Zhan's ready knuckles, he does not yet relinquish his hold on his husband's hair.

"Would you?" And he pleads, knowing this is temporary, because he expects the answer as much as he expects the silence of winter snows and the fierceness of spring flooding: no. In his life and experience, very few things are unconditional.

More should be, but practical reality plays out otherwise. He is a man who appreciates ideals, but has become a realist finding his way back to enthusiasm for the betterment, the genuine justice, of a world where the weak should be defended, where might should not be the only right that wins, the only thing of worth.

Shifts his other long rear leg, then one foreleg, until he is hard nosing his husband's cheek in the last moment he has with it, all four feet collected, his belly against the valleys and peaks of Lan Zhan's knuckles.

"Nothing moves right," he says instead, "I can't turn my head, I don't have a neck, I see things wrong, it's worse than when I was the fox," and he says that like a curse. It'd been one, and far longer. He shudders, tiny body a leaf wracked by a storm of displeasure, and huddles smaller, pulls all limbs in. The small, grumpy figure of a toad ill at ease in his present circumstances. "I feel wrong. I'd like to forget this already, but I can't do that yet!"

A whine, and he knows it, but he doesn't check himself for it. If he cannot by now whine to Lan Zhan, then who can he? Jiang Cheng will probably listen. Wen Qing will listen and snort, empathetic but not indulgent. His late dual claimed son would... carry him around, he suspects, but he would not complain of this to Sizhui. One does not inflict that on children, in their twenties or otherwise.

"Everything is wrong. A skin that doesn't fit. How can I even talk? What a peculiar curse... ah, Lan Zhan, I can't access any of my own qi, I think everything's locked away with this forced change to form."

Like the fox, he doesn't say. Only then he'd had teeth and claws and limbs long and fleet enough to carry him swiftly. Now he has... toadiness.

westviews: (SEVER)

[personal profile] westviews 2023-05-19 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
I'm okay.

[Said far too quickly, betraying the blind grab onto her savior's arm as she continues to teeter. She makes a sound of annoyance (at herself), and when she looks into the face of the person she's using for a balance with bleary eyes, she nearly winces.

She knows him. How? More water, frozen--]


Where have you been?

[The question might not make sense, but it's the only thing Wanda can think to ask. She feels like the world is on the tip of her tongue, or maybe several of them, but it's like mixed up jigsaw puzzles. With a migraine.]
westviews: (ADVICE)

[personal profile] westviews 2023-05-19 02:57 am (UTC)(link)
[It's one of those times by a window in a lighthouse that Wanda decides to be social. Not her favorite thing. It doesn't come easily to her, but he looks troubled, and it's better than talking to a ghost.]

Penny for your thoughts?

[Might as well comment on the weather, Wanda.]
thedreamer: (0513)

[personal profile] thedreamer 2023-05-19 03:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ She's close enough that it would be ever so easy to take her hand back again, to seek out some tether to her, but it would be complicated and messy, nothing he could explain easily. Whatever's got hold of her, he has to keep her close enough without scaring her off, despite wanting very much to be closer, to be able to talk to her like they always have. Well, until recently. He misses that, among so many other things.

But her safety is paramount to him, and without fully understanding the scope of her memory loss and the damage that might be wrought from being too openly affectionate, the Doctor guards himself.

Still, it's a pleasant thing for a moment, a memory of better days, and he basks in it selfishly while she speaks. ]


Mysteries are what I do—well, when I'm not doing...the other thing I do. Bit boring really, though my gang and I get on, we make it fun. [ The worms, yes. ] Love a mystery, me. What are you trying to work out? I'm sure I can help.
matermali: (006)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-05-19 03:28 am (UTC)(link)
[ Someone's at her side all of a sudden, and the voice is familiar, but she's being touched and that's enough to cause her to jerk away. Any cold compress is flinched from, and when her hands drop away and she's able to glance around, Vanessa is momentarily uncertain where she's supposed to be standing right now.

At the moment, Caitlyn's face is the only one she vaguely recognizes, and for that Vanessa lurches to hover close...careful of any touch this time. ]


You've seen it, too. The death in the water.
matermali: (217)

[personal profile] matermali 2023-05-19 03:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ If it's boring, should she even ask? How could someone with his eyes settle for anything boring? The pinch in her lips shows that she considers inquiring how he makes it fun, but opts instead to focus on a more immediate need. With enough time, she can likely guess what it is he does; no magic necessary. ]

In that case, perhaps you can assist me in solving the mystery of the rogue lotus.

[ She'll take one more step back to be certain that he follows before she spins, her messy braid bouncing over her shoulder as she skips a couple steps ahead. ]

Here!

[ It had gone on ahead, but so far it hadn't been crushed or halted, and its trudging and occasional halts means that it's easy to catch up to it. She's able to spot it almost instantly, given how it gently moves against the current, even if at a snail's pace. Then it stills again. ]

What moves it, do you think? Something magic?
nachocheese: (bingo)

[personal profile] nachocheese 2023-05-19 03:45 am (UTC)(link)
Nacho exhales through his nose a little harder than he normally would. He has a soft spot for old man jokes, okay. "Sorry to hear that," he says. Voice mostly flat, but there's a little bit of sincere sympathy if you care to listen.

"Can I sit with you?"
nachocheese: (expenses)

(DON'T) HOLD YOUR BREATH

[personal profile] nachocheese 2023-05-19 03:55 am (UTC)(link)
Nacho watches the rowing boat bobs slightly in the water. Jesse says he got it for "next to nothing", but if that's true, then he's impressed, because it looks surprisingly sturdy. He looks back at Jesse, peers back down at the boat, back at Jesse. He can't resist cracking, "Next to nothing, huh? Not haunted, is it?"

It's just a joke, but it kind of isn't. Nacho realizes he's gotten disturbingly nonchalant about the possibility of certain things being haunted. Checking random objects for vengeful spirits is like checking an old, dilapidated building for termites.

He does end up slipping into the boat, though. "As I'll ever be, man. Let's go."
Edited 2023-05-19 03:56 (UTC)
clavesregni: (106 01 03)

[personal profile] clavesregni 2023-05-19 03:58 am (UTC)(link)
No, I-- [Caitlyn pulls back, startled, unsure of what this woman is talking about and taken aback by the intensity of her words.

But there's something vaguely familiar about this woman, and when she tries to remember where she's seen her before, Caitlyn gets the same sort of dull ache behind her eyes that she gets when she thinks too hard about her notebook. And that's enough to make her curious.

So she leans in close and asks quietly,]
What do you mean?
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[personal profile] matermali 2023-05-19 04:08 am (UTC)(link)
[ Someone's muttering about cleaning up the mess, but Vanessa acts as if nobody else is around. This is familiar; this is...something. ]

They crooned a song I've known intimately. You saw, didn't you?

[ She straightens and backs away from the scene to look past any other rowdy tavern-goers. She can't hear them, but she can hear something else. A memory.

Somehow, her grating whisper still carries. ]


They call to me still. Shall we go to the water?
nachocheese: (sabrosito)

[personal profile] nachocheese 2023-05-19 04:13 am (UTC)(link)
[ The dead are his business, huh? Color Nacho intrigued. He gives a small smile back, also intended to be encouraging, but it's Nacho so the smile is little, subdued. ] So, what. You're, like, a mortician?

[ It might say something about Nacho's state of mind that he thinks he'll be surprised if the actual explanation does turn out to be that simple. Which brings up the other man's question... ]

Dunno if I can tell you there is a "usual" here, man. You new? [ Dumb question. Of course he's new. ]
clavesregni: (105 04 01)

[personal profile] clavesregni 2023-05-19 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
I don't...

[There are pages in the notebook about a song, creatures in the water that sing to lure men to their deaths. Can a stranger truly have memories of this work of pure fiction that Caitlyn inexplicably has written in her own hand?]

Yes. [If this woman has answers, of course Caitlyn will go with her. She steps carefully over the shattered glass on the floor, holding out her hand in case the woman needs help to avoid stepping on it herself.] Yes, of course.
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[personal profile] thedreamer 2023-05-19 04:15 am (UTC)(link)
[ Selling to fisherman isn't his preferred profession by any stretch, so he adds his own flair to it, in typical Doctor style. He makes his own fun with it, as he always does. Whether or not it will prove to be lucrative remains to be seen, but he enjoys his worm companions for the time being.

For now, though, there's a more pressing matter at hand. And as Vanessa seems intent on pulling him into this mystery, as she says, he once again turns over the directive from Karsa in his mind. He could easily fix this, potentially. Unless it's a magic he knows nothing of, in which case his mucking about in her mind could have catastrophic effects. He'll need to broach the subject carefully and take his time, which he loathes.

Perhaps a few carefully posed questions might lead Vanessa back to her own self. If he can guide her back to her memories, give her that control of her own power, it's the very least he can do given everything lately.

For now, though—

He gets closer to the water's edge, kneeling down and rolling up his sleeves. ]


A few reasonable and rational explanations, but those aren't as fun, are they? Right now, we don't know, that's the joy in the mystery. We can make up our own clever stories, fantastical tales. I love a good story, too. So, give me a good one, eh? I'll start!

Just beneath the water, there's a giant sea creature, nearly half the length of the lake itself. And that lotus, well, that's its top hat, so to speak. Bit of fashion. Thought it'd look nice for the day's outing.
nachocheese: (coushatta)

/THREADJACKS i am so sorry

[personal profile] nachocheese 2023-05-19 04:18 am (UTC)(link)
[ Nacho-- who also lives here-- appears behind America. He doesn't say anything, letting her speak for herself, but he watches Five from his position behind her.

Just in case you were thinking of taking advantage of a poor innocent kid! ]