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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.

traumatology: (128)

[personal profile] traumatology 2023-06-06 12:31 pm (UTC)(link)
What are you doing out here anyway?

( just looking for lost souls to help? )

Were you going somewhere when you happened to find me?
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[personal profile] westviews 2023-06-06 02:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Sometimes I just walk. I don't always feel like haunting the people I'm grouped with.

[She's a walking rain cloud and not that sociable so she feels she's doing everyone a favor.]
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[personal profile] ghastleye 2023-06-06 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)
[ he remained behind for love. a singular, all-encompassing love that he's felt since he was a dirty, despised child. he'd wanted to support and protect his highness more than anything in the world-- more than acknowledgment, more than peace, more than anything. he would have gladly taken on any suffering if it meant sparing his god from even a moment of pain. ]

Hm, I wonder, [ he says instead, head tilting faintly, earrings chiming with the movement. ] It's been a long time.

[ he wouldn't be surprised if it's a curse. if the dead aren't allowed to rest because of something their living loved ones did, then it's only natural that they'd resent that. it's only natural to want to drag everyone into unrest with them.. perhaps.

it's a shame that he xuan isn't here. he'd be more useful in the water than hua cheng pretends to be. their realms are separate for a reason.

his glance cuts sideways to the odd mortal, brow lofting over his eye with questioning amusement. ]
Oh? Are you not concerned about where it might take you?
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[personal profile] weifinder 2023-06-06 03:41 pm (UTC)(link)
( wei wuxian, a man who pretends to forget far more than he actually does a good portion of the time, merely hums a note of acknowledgement, stating: )

Advanced age does have it's drawbacks.

( no way someone this powerful feeling isn't also some kind of old, though it's harder for him to judge, after this place. here young creatures, ghosts, devils, the dead can be disproportionately strong for the length of their existence. things not granted on their own efforts, be that consumption or anything else. )

For all our sakes, ( he says, glancing towards the ghost, ) I hope the Huntress or any of the other lords of death here find you too much will of your own to influence in the ways they can when they try.

( because some people as a consumed energy would be far more dangerous than others, and also, he can't resurrect a ghost??? thanks sir this is not part of his own techniques or the learned magics of this place.

that said, his eyes are back on the waters, and his smile wry, eyes shadowed and serious.
)

Can't be hell, we just left there and sealed the way behind us. And I can still hum underwater.

( where is lan wangji to stare at his husband being ruthlessly practical but self endangering? yet he doesn't move forward: he knows better than to charge blindly these days. )
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sorry for the lag, some stuff came up

[personal profile] starlingroad 2023-06-06 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)
( She's still young and aiming not to cause too much damage. She also just couldn't think of any where else to put them safer for everyone else. )

( America shakes her head, then her face scrunches up. )

Well, yes. Kinda. I was able to punch through dimensions. Then I got here, and all I can do is is somewhere else I've already visited, as long as it's in this dimension.
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sorry about the lag, some stuff came up! Should be better now!

[personal profile] starlingroad 2023-06-06 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Okay, so at least we both know Earth. That helps.

In the water? That's kind of rude. I'm glad we at least were on land when we got here, then. The group I came with. I just showed up, too.

The Utopian Parallel is my home. It's where I'm from. Another universe.
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[personal profile] starlingroad 2023-06-06 07:16 pm (UTC)(link)
She stares at Allison for a second, then has to ask, "So...I'm doing work. Am I already being a bad pirate? Or is this part of getting there?" Because if they're supposed to be lazy, that does seem a little backwards.

"You get to go places, right? I want to see more of the world. Explore. Or at least have something to when I'm no longer a child." America's curiosity is the main drive, here.
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[personal profile] slippin 2023-06-06 08:01 pm (UTC)(link)
Jimmy does one thing right: he takes a look at bad-omens bingo going on outside and decides to light every light, every leftover sensuously atmospheric candle in the Peeling Petals. There's no reasoning to it, except maybe as a “screw you!” to impinging darkness and suspiciously timed eclipses. He's already nursing grudges against tea and ghosts. Maybe there's room in his heart to hate the moon too.

Anyway. Word reaches the house when a body thuds into the front door, followed by more pounding and—a strangled quiet. He can almost feel it building, like a distress signal at one of those pitches only dogs and teenagers can hear. Someone—not Jimmy, who's maintaining a prudent distance—opens the door, and the villager staggers in, nearly faceplanting onto the floor. A stick clatters to the ground beside him. Craning his neck, Jimmy spots the splinters bristling from one end, realizes it must have begun the day as a weapon.

Then the guy does something weird. Why not? Even the sky can't behave itself today. He plucks at the person nearest to him, grabs both sides of their face, and starts whispering in their ear. For a good minute—a half-minute at least—Jimmy looks on, too confused to be afraid. Watching the guy's lips and his twitching, frail fingers.

Finally, he can't take it anymore. He blurts: “What? What's he saying?”
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my apologies for the lag! Something came up, but things are better now

[personal profile] starlingroad 2023-06-06 08:43 pm (UTC)(link)
She almost wants to protest, but maybe Wen Ning has a point. America breathes in deeply.

No matter what, America isn't just leaving anyone there.

"Okay. But just for a moment. Then I need to help you take these out. Then we have to make sure everyone else is okay. Deal?"
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[personal profile] starlingroad 2023-06-06 08:51 pm (UTC)(link)
[America sits with that information for a moment, looking at hat. It's a profound moment someone her age might have tossed off if they didn't have her experiences.]

It is precious. It's from a very important moment in your life. From someone who turned things around, and you didn't even know who they were.

What did you do, instead of all of that stuff you could have done?

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[personal profile] inferus 2023-06-06 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"Emilia was not made to forget this time."

Wrath is grateful for that. She already lost her memories. They have yet to return to her in full. She should not have to experience another loss on top of that or be made to believe another false truth- not after the last one, not after having to grieve a family that was not-

He truly hates this world at times.

"...and you?" Was Five made to forget again on top of his own memory loss?
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[personal profile] inferus 2023-06-06 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
"Who is it that first taught you sins were evil? These definitions were written by mortals, weren't they? Break down those sins in your mind to what they truly are."

There is nothing inherently evil about any of them. People deserve to be angry, to feel fury and wrath. People should be able to lust another without judgement regardless of their gender. People should be able to take a slothful break with their gifts or want for more with a hint of greed at the thought.

"As I mentioned, mortal religion tends to twist what it wishes to its own purposes, wielding the evilness of sin as their holy and righteous weapon against those who do not align with them. They even change the number of sins beyond the original seven, don't they?" Wrath finds these types are often the ones most deserving of Hell, but he only exacts this judgement when they are dead. "...these sins - basic desires only become an issue when one either suppresses them in their struggle to accept these parts of themselves or they are entirely ruled by them, consumed."

Either can be dangerous for varying reasons.
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[personal profile] saintclaire 2023-06-07 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
Jimmy living in a brothel might been easy to shrug off a few weeks ago. Now it feels like innuendo, nestling itself somewhere in the back of her mind, promising to cling to her much longer than the sickly sweet berries-and-meringue scent filling the place. She's glad for other things to think about: a life for rent, their homes collapsing and rebuilding themselves, yet more walking corpses.

She's seen enough of those by now that freezing is more about assessing the situation than the fear it would have been the better part of a year ago. She doesn't dare take her eyes off the the villager, her shoulders squaring like he might rush them, even on unsteady feet.

"Jimmy," she says, a warning barely above a whisper, a hand drifting to the back of his forearm. We're supposed to be quiet.
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[personal profile] ghastleye 2023-06-07 01:31 am (UTC)(link)
[ his small, polite smile widens, small fangs on full display for a brief moment. ] I can assure you, I would certainly not make it a simple matter for them. [ what is a lord to a king? certainly, he's vulnerable to the particulars of his existence like any ghost is, no matter how powerful, but as a calamity, he's much, much harder to deal with than any common ghost. and perhaps more importantly, his wrath knows no end when it's roused.

one long finger trails down one of his small braids, then rubs the small coral bead still laced into it, and after a moment, his glance follows the stranger's out toward the water once more. ]


Not if you forget how, you can't. Not if you think yourself another person. [ .. like his highness. could that have something to do with this compulsion, this curse? are the two related in some way..? if he wants to find out, he should just let this human obey the call, even if it's dangerous. they might learn something, and if he should die, what's one more dead human? perhaps he might even return as a ghost fire. perhaps hua cheng would then have mercy on a new little ghost, and keep him until he disperses or grows.

but unfortunately, he never has been as cruel as his rumors say. it would have made life as a ghost much simpler at times if he had been. ]


Is there someone you love? Here or elsewhere.
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-06-07 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
He nods minutely when Wrath tells him that Emilia was spared. It's all too easy for him to imagine what that was like for her, to be the one who remembers, and for Wrath to realize in retrospect. If he'd found her earlier he might have been able to come up with a better plan than what he ended up with. At the time it seemed like he'd been handed an easy cover story to gather information door to door, but more often than not he walked away with more problems than he started with. He's never been known for his patience.

"I played along, but I remembered everything." Aside from what he'd already forgotten. They can't tell him he doesn't know what it's like; at least theirs was temporary. "Allison... is better now. Whatever caused it seems to be dissipating."

Thank god. He only has one sibling left, he doesn't know how to cope if she forgets him. So while he should be as angry as Wrath, a part of him is nervous. There's an invisible threat looming nearby, and yet again he's in the familiar position of having no idea how to stop it.

"I don't know if it's related, but all kinds of things can go wrong when you start messing with time. I think we might be seeing the side effects."
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[personal profile] somebadnews 2023-06-07 01:36 am (UTC)(link)
[ Old men don't suddenly change their ways, he should know that. And he's convinced that it's never just about getting them to a beacon. ]

What about this seems practical to you?
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[personal profile] weifinder 2023-06-07 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
( he only smiles, inclining his head for the acknowledgement. he doesn't doubt this ghost, strong as he feels, has reason to believe as he does. yet this world isn't any of theirs, and that seems to create a soft scale on every belly, the dragon scale none of them might have expected to have. he still has hope, cautious, this ghost is right.

a soft sound, laughter, not meant to carry.
)

When I had forgotten here, music never left. I am employed as minstrel. What was forgotten was why I was so familiar to, called to respond to, death and life.

( he doesn't mind saying things which are obvious, even when he is nothing as far as reading a threat: no golden core to hold energies beyond his own, just a body better than average, circulating energies with a cultivator's skilled awareness. he hasn't called on death in energies or bodies, has nothing of it here to try unless he's lost all sense and reason and would call to the one he speaks with now, and he would not short of distracting him from a more powerful sway. break the song, such as it was.

no, he sighs for exactly the reason put forward in the question asked. though he is embarrassed, on some level, a touch of heat coiling in his chest, because a dead man is far more capable of speaking directly of love than a man who would have died, if improbable circumstances hadn't thwarted his broken, grieving effort.

so it goes.
)

More than I bear affection for myself. I won't leave any of them to mourn.

( and it is why, each call he makes, calculates his survival. lan zhan will break if he's made to mourn again. sizhui will have to contemplate a personal loss when he's had two years to settle with the hidden ones of his past. jiang cheng will fracture into pieces losing his brother again, truly. wen qing will find and haunt him true, even if her spirit shatters here, as he was informed it must be back home, with her and wen ning's supposed ashes fed to the winds.

he won't lose any of them by anything he can manage. he won't let himself be lost.
)

Yet even if I lost each of them, I wouldn't be quick to seek out death, so no. It'll be a more calculated attempt to understand the weaving of this curse, of the magics attached after it began.

( he guesses. curiosity stifled by responsibility, as often needs happen in this shifting landscape they navigate. )
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2023-06-07 11:09 am (UTC)(link)
It is.... but it didn't make people sick in the same way there, did it? The effects were different.

Maybe the man in white and the child came here too.

[Obviously they must have, given what they're seeing. But was that before or after Serthica? Xie Lian thinks probably 'before', but before is all relative here.]

How are you feeling?
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[personal profile] scrapgege 2023-06-07 11:11 am (UTC)(link)
I helped catch the one who was trying to push me to do all this.

[Well, it's a bit more complicated than that, but in essence, it's still true.]

And then... I asked the Heavenly Emperor to banish me from Heaven so I could live among the mortals and atone for what I had done.
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[personal profile] beitangmoran 2023-06-07 11:15 am (UTC)(link)
It doesn't cost anything, and it doesn't require manpower to monitor us closely or eliminate us. At worst, it delays for a few days or weeks, and what does that even mean given how long some of us have been here, and how long this war has been going on?

This is not a race of speed, it's one of endurance.
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[personal profile] fiercechains 2023-06-07 11:41 am (UTC)(link)
Wen Ning was completely different than America. He didn't feel any pain nor did he get tired.

Her not leaving him was new but he didn't mind it either.

They would probably not be able to take all of them out, not if they kept coming out of the water. "When you are ready we will make sure everyone else is okay."


[ OOC: No big! I will backtag into forever. ]
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[personal profile] fiercechains 2023-06-07 11:46 am (UTC)(link)
"Where would we find her?"

Though, his friend was not wrong. They did not have enough to act on. He also isn't sure what to make about the whole thing revolving around memories. It seems, too, that his friend and others dealt with the memory shift.

Did the words have to do with them? After all, it was years ago that the other could control him. That he had controlled him.

Jumping up toward the platform he moves to catch the other not wanting him to fall into the water. "We should go. Or you could play something to see if it works." After all, it mentioned music. Perhaps playing will stop what was going on.
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[personal profile] traumatology 2023-06-07 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Who've they got you living with?

( they can both be walking rain clouds. )
traumatology: (158)

it's fine!

[personal profile] traumatology 2023-06-07 01:26 pm (UTC)(link)
Still handy.

( because getting these things away in the first place was helpful. )

You ever think to do that to some people that piss you off? Just drop them in another dimension?
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[personal profile] blackscales 2023-06-07 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
He reaches out for a pen, slides it towards himself and tilts his head in thought.

"The basics, at least, may be a start. We travelled aboard the Pariah, with sea captain Samuel Vane -- also known as Quicksilver Sam. Our newer members boarded the Queen Zanyra, captained by Caladan Kreil. We were pursued by the ship Concord, a battle ship belonging to the Dawns' Reach Trade Company captained by Maximilian Hawk."

He pauses, leaning back and frowning in thought at Hermione.

"The reason I thought it worth starting here is I have noticed Dawn's Reach Trading Company docking in Yancai. If we are potentially to deal with them again it is worth doing so informed. Vane, for example, still travels with us. He used to work with Dawn's Reach, and owed them money and supplies having abandoned his job to go rogue. It would be beneficial to make sure there is no... altercation should he cross paths with them here."