Carcosa, pt. 2

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✖ Carcosa

Ⅰ. CARCOSA
You Are Still Here.

Another month, and you’re still in the city of Carcosa! Isn’t that just wonderful?

You still have access to the city’s temple and the High Temple.

The side effects you may have suffered from throughout the month of May are now at an end - if you had a pesky mask glued to your face the whole time it will now fall off. You might need a little moisturizer, but otherwise you’ll be just fine.

You could sit around inside the relative safety of the temples, of course, but why not get out there and explore the city some more? Come on, grumpypants!

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Ⅱ. SPEAK EASY
CW: Optional alcohol consumption.
What kind of pet shop is filled with rambunctious yahoos and hot jazz music at 1 AM? That's right - the best damn pet shop in town! Sidle up to the back door of Curly's Pet Shop and a panel will open enough to reveal a pair of eyes. "What's the password?" you'll be asked. Whatever word first comes to your mind, well, that apparently is correct because you're let in at once.

The front of the building definitely does indeed house fish and birds and kittens, but the back room is definitely not a good place to find a new animal companion; you find yourself in a crowded little room with low lighting and a small bar crammed into one corner. There's seats and some tables, and most importantly there's a band playing jazz music across from the bar.

Why not take a seat and have a drink? It's probably not paint thinner. Probably. Maybe you'll spot some of your fellow Travelers and you can sit and have a chat. Make a new friend who can hold your hair back if you party too hard.

And you better hope that the place doesn’t get raided!

Notes:
1. The drinks are all era-appropriate - you’re not getting Redbull with vodka here - and even if your character has non-human physiology they will work the same as they would on a baseline human. That’s right, your magic or your healing-factor or your vampire blood is no match for these Gin Rickeys!

2. If Curly’s does get raided while you’re there, you can run and hide or choose to engage with the police, who are armed and not too shy about opening fire if you go on the offensive. As with the rest of the regular residents of Carcosa, the officers are human and can be killed. Killing them may affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation. (Is it beneficial to personal growth to kill in order to save someone else, for example? You tell me!)

3. Did you want a pet from the front of the building? Well, just remember that baby turtles and alligators might SEEM like a good idea, but they grow up! Also any animal you take will not travel with you to the next island. So sorry.

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Ⅲ. EXPRESSIONISM YOURSELF
CW: Optional paranoia, hallucinations.
If you wander the streets at night, you may find yourself getting turned around. You'll find that the streets have lost their many lights, and the beautiful and delicate art deco architecture has given way to something much more stark and heavy. The buildings are block-like, but they curve in exaggerated ways that hurt the eye if looked at too long. All are in blacks and whites and greys. Nothing looks quite real, but you can walk along just fine. Probably better not to go off alone, though.


Periodically you will encounter that pesky sign of some sort painted on the walls. If you follow the sigils, you will eventually be led to a long staircase that winds down and down until it finally terminates in a large white room lit by a few electric lanterns. There's black paint there, with brushes. Maybe you're feeling creative?

Notes:
1. You’re pretty sick of this stupid sigil, aren’t you? In fact, you consider yourself QUITE the detective and have been searching after its meaning! Or maybe you played Call of Cthulhu a lot in college, you nerd!

Painting the sigil on the wall will cause you to feel disoriented and paranoid until you leave the white room. From that point on you can discover a copy of a play entitled The King In Yellow anywhere in the city you choose. Reading the first act of the play has no effect on you, however if you choose to read beyond the first line of the second act you will spend the rest of the month suffering from periodic hallucinations, often of a tall man in a pallid mask.

2. While there is no compulsion to paint, choosing to work out any of your character’s issues through art therapy can be reflected in your Scrywatch colour if it is significant enough.

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Ⅳ. AS FAR BACK AS I CAN REMEMBER, I ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A GANGSTER
CW: Optional gun violence, injury.
Art? Theatre? Music? BAH! Boring!

Maybe your tastes are a little more on the dangerous side? Whatever this island may be, it seems to offer plenty of opportunities to get into the seedy underbelly. Maybe you feel the need to steal a car, rob a bank, transport some illegal hooch for a smiling fellow in a yellow fedora. Grab your tommy guns, kids, it's time to outrun the Feds!

Naturally, you could wind up injured having all of this fun, but surely you could get some help from your fellow Travelers, either directly or by having them haul you to some sort of underground doctor. These doctors do exist, although it might take a while to get referred to one by a local.

You might also find yourself under arrest and stuck in an old-timey jail cell for a month. What fun!

Notes:
1. As was stated in the first prompt, the regular residents of Carcosa are normal humans. Killing them is possible and may affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation. Any weapons you find are era-appropriate.

2. You can break out of jail if you’re resourceful enough.

3. The underground doctors aren’t working in a real hospital for a reason. In fact, some of them might be less doctors and more, well. Vets.

You still jamming to that Carcosa playlist?

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[ungodlily]

[ Sharon has spent a lot of her time her exploring the city, dipping into tight alleyways and weaving between buildings in search of absolutely nothing but distraction. She rounds the corner quickly after hearing the sound of the magic blast, too curious for her own good, but what she finds isn't what she expects.

She thought that it might be gang related given all that she's seen here so far but a single man? With not another person in sight? It's immediately evident that something is wrong with him, coming off frantic and even pained, and the glow that comes off his hands puts her on edge, as does his tone.

She has both hands up slightly in front of her, elbows bent with palms open. Her tone is stiff, uncertain what she's meant to do or say to someone who appears more than a little off-kilter. ] What the fuck?

[dothelokimotion]

[ his gaze whips around to center upon sharon. the eerie glow surrounding his hands has yet to fade, but it flickers, uncertain. ]

Who are you?

[ungodlily]

[ She's smart enough to keep her hands raised, palms still showing. If Loki's observant enough in his current state, he may notice she's not carrying any visible weapons on her person (or any at all, truth be told). ]

I'm Sharon, Sharon da Silva. [ Her tone is a tight calm, not entirely certain the kind of danger this man might pose in his current state. She doesn't make a move to lower her hands but does gesture with one of them in his direction. ] And you?

[ Introductions first then she'll see if she can dig and see what's bothering him. ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki looks like he doesn't want to answer, his lips tightly pressed. he sees something from the corner of his gaze and his eyes dart back and forth, trying to center himself. ]

Loki.

[ungodlily]

[ Sharon follows the direction of his shifting gaze. She's not sure if he's seeing things or simply paranoid and that kind of instability is dangerous, especially given his prior outburst, but she can tell he's trying to maintain himself. ]

It kinda seems like you're dealing with some shit, Loki. [ He could simply be seeing things, that wouldn't be out of the realm of possibility, but it could be something worse. She hesitates and then: ] What is it you were attacking?

[dothelokimotion]

[ loki hesitates, unsure of how much he wants to divulge. how much weakness he's let slip past. ]

A figment from my past. He swore death upon me.

[ungodlily]

Oh. [ she takes a moment to look at the damage and then back to him, shrugging. ] Well. In that case, I'd have totally blasted him, too.

[ no judgement here. ]

[dothelokimotion]

[ the casual way she delivers that statement catches him off-guard. perhaps this isn't quite real. perhaps this situation is in his head. which doesn't help much. loki's head is gnarled and twisted. ]

I thought I saw him.