Bang Up To The Elephant

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✖ VICTORIA'S SECRET

Ⅰ. ARRIVAL
You can read all about your character's arrival in the game lore.
The fog that has blanketed the city for a month finally lifts a little - there are days with actual sunshine now! Not many, and the sky is still frequently thick with smog, but every so often light pours through the holes in the clouds. The river that flows from the sea into the city still smells foul, but maybe you’re starting to get used to it.

Walk the cobbled streets and you will find that the city is crowded and filthy, but full of merchants, pubs, and theatres. Vast wealth and extreme poverty exist side by side.

In the center of the sprawling city is a temple with towering gothic spires and huge stained glass windows depicting all manner of beings that might be gods or angels or monsters. You could look for hours and still be finding new figures plucked straight from books of myth and religion. Inside, the main chamber has a grand vaulted ceiling, and dozens of pews line the aisle up to the altar, which is oddly anticlimactic compared to the lavish surroundings: just a plain stone table with a lit oil lamp in the centre. Two hallways branch off on either side of the room: one leads to private baths and a communal kitchen, the other to monastic style chambers with thin beds. Not the most comfortable place to stay, but it’ll do in a pinch!

The High Temple has also reappeared at the edge of the city, with its considerably more comfortable lodgings.

Alternatively you can venture into the city and find yourself some other lodging - every Traveler has been supplied with some pocket money. Just be careful that it isn’t stolen by some street urchin. Travelers can also find an era-appropriate outfit that will fit them perfectly laid in the first sleeping chamber they visit.

Notes:
1. The High Temple and anything you may have stored there is available to all characters this month.

2. Please remember to mark threads appropriately with Content Warnings when necessary.

3. The city greatly resembles Victorian London, and the technology and general way of life is all of that era. Feel free to explore the city! These prompts are a jumping off point - how they affect your character and their development is up to you.

4. Most food is safe to eat, and is consumable by non-human entities. Most. Some of it’s going to be pretty gross or cooked improperly, so be careful.

5. The people in the city are normal humans unless otherwise indicated. Killing them is possible and will affect the colour grading of your Scrywatch depending on the situation.

6. Have fun!

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Ⅱ. COME UNDONE
CW: dead bodies, archeological graverobbing.
Somehow, some way, you find yourself with an invitation card:

Lord Trewlaney at Home: the Unwrapping of
THE JEWEL OF THE SEVEN STARS!
Half-past Eight
Unwrapping? How saucy! Or perhaps you have an inkling of exactly what that means.

The invitation gets you entry to a well kept home on the more well-to-do side of the city. There are plenty of servants circulating with food and drink of which you are welcome to partake. Society’s elite chatter and mingle all around you; maybe you fit in, and maybe you don’t.

Regardless, you don’t have to wait very long for the main event. The host of this little soiree - presumably Lord Trewlaney himself, a little man with a weak chin and an impressive mustache - stands at the front of the room and holds his hands aloft.

“Ladies and gentleman,” he says in a clear voice. “BEHOLD! We shall now commence with the unwrapping of this, a fine example of Egyptian mummification, who was once called the Jewel of the Seven Stars!”

A wheeled table is brought forward, covered in a purple velvet cloth. Dramatically, Lord Trewlaney flings it back to reveal a body wrapped in ancient linen bandages. The crowd sighs, and Trewlaney’s eyes scan the crowd.

“Ah, you there!” he cries, pointing at you. Or maybe the person beside you.

“You folk there! Here, come up, my friends! You may have the honour of being a part of history!”

The crowd pushes you and your companion forward with excited murmurs. Soon enough the two of you are beside the mummy, and Trewlaney is handing you a pair of scissors. Up close the body smells of cinnamon and something else, something familiar.

“Reveal its face!” he urges you. And so, you cut.

Much to your surprise what is revealed is not a desiccated corpse, but your own likeness. Before you have time to react the mummy sits up and turns to face the audience, who oohs and ahhs.

The mummy’s lips part and it speaks. What does it say? Something extremely revealing; in plain terms, the mummy reveals something an aspect of yourself that you would rather have kept hidden.

Oh dear! You can shut yourself up, of course, but before you do maybe you ought to consider that interfering with a mummy was considered a surefire way to fall under a curse…

Notes:
1. What is revealed can of course be of any degree of seriousness. Murder? Or do you just secretly enjoy RomComs?

2. Shut the mummy up before it has its say and you will suffer the Mummy’s Curse: bad luck that will plague you for the rest of the month!

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Ⅲ. IMAGINARIUM
The sign above the door simply reads Cabinet of Curiosities. How intriguing! And at the very least you can get out of the chill.

Inside there are dozens of wooden cases with glass fronts, each filled with shelves of all manner of objects. Some look expensive and exotic, while others are almost painfully mundane. There are taxidermied animals, wet specimens, fossils, glass eyes, rocks and crystals, pottery, statuettes… There’s a little of everything.

As you peer amongst the stuffed ducks and fossilized plants, you’ll spot something familiar. It’s an object that you recognise as personally significant whether because it’s from your life back home, or because it’s symbolic. It represents a dream or a hope you have for the future.

If you take the object out of the cabinet for a closer look, you and whoever happens to be standing nearby will instantly be transported to a hazy vision of what that lovely dream is. It won’t last forever - indeed, maybe only a moment. Depending on what that hoped for future is, you might have some explaining to do.

Notes:
1. All futures are something hoped for. They may be completely unrealistic and bittersweet, but they are something wanted and not feared.

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Ⅳ. GARDENS
CW: mind altering substances.
If there’s one spot within the city where you might be able to find some refuge from the dank scent of ocean rot and the sour smell of body odour, then it’s going to be the Gardens. A jewel toward the west side of the city, you will find a greenhouse containing all manner of tropical plants, and a rose garden with over a 100 different types available for you to enjoy.

But why stop there? There are also areas where you can stop and have tea with a friend. They even have those little sandwiches with the crust cut off! They have cucumber, egg, and cream cheese. Each of these has a different effect: cucumber sandwiches will provide a mild sense of euphoria, while the egg will give you a lot of energy (and maybe some gas). Cream cheese will make you very relaxed and prone to oversharing. There are also perfectly regular cakes and biscuits available, as well.

Maybe you’re feeling a bit more somber. In the northeast end of the park there is a secret pet cemetery with over 300 tiny tombstones paying tribute to the tragic losses of many much-loved pets. The area is disused, overgrown with ivy and ferns. Sitting there evokes a sense of peace.

Prefer to see some living wildlife? Fear not, the park seems to attract several different types of songbirds which makes it a hotspot for birdwatching. There are binoculars available to use for that purpose. Or you could use them to peer into the city’s seamy underbelly. Just don’t get isolated and weird about it.

Sometimes I can still hear his voice...

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Comments

[unkindled_madness]

War was simple for Sephiroth. He had a task to complete which required him to feel nothing, and the better he was at it, the more control he was granted over how it was done. A messy business, physically; he was always washing blood out of his hair. But he knew his enemies, and his allies. He could respect them both.

"I don't have experience with duels," Sephiroth says with a shake of his head. "And my only responsibility to those I killed was to permit their recovery from the battlefield." He pauses. "I suppose it does become more complicated in a world with necromancy."

[necrosavior]

Gideon blows out a large lungful of air. "Yeaaaaaaah," she says elegantly. "Before you even get to the necromancy, there's the whole recycling stuff. Which, I am so glad my corpse is nowhere near the Ninth House." She shudders. It's not like becoming hull plating is much better than farming snow leeks. Or any number of things. Anything short of fighting until nothing remains of it; maybe that would be okay. (And no one, no one, better freeze it in a block of ice).

"Second House's thing uses the deaths, the energy, of their dead enemies to super power their cavaliers," Gideon says, "There's really almost no end to what can happen with them. Revenants can even possess corpses, so like, corpse walking around shooting people with guns. That's a thing." She shrugs. "In some ways it's a lot simpler if no one dies."

[unkindled_madness]

"I've never put much thought into what will happen to my corpse." There doesn't seem to be any point, when he won't have control over it. He knows what Shinra would do with it.

Using the energy of the dead to super power soldiers... that isn't really so different from SOLDIER, is it? "Hm. But it isn't much of a battle if no one dies." A war with no death is an impossibility.

[necrosavior]

"You would if Crux hovered over your shoulder your whole childhood going on and on about cleaning stairs with your gristle and melting your fat to make soap and making your skeleton farm snow leeks until it falls apart and—" Gideon stops herself. "I've never needed thought to think about what will happen to my corpse."

"On the other hand," Gideon counters, "Most death in battle and war doesn't have much point. Just cut the shit. Straight to the point."

[unkindled_madness]

"I don't think I would mind being soap," Sephiroth says mildly. He'll be dead, what will he care?

"...and how would you expect the conflict to be decided then?"

[necrosavior]

"I refuse to be used to wash octogenarians who couldn't have the courtesy to recognize my existence," Gideon says, "I refuse to be used to clean stairs that cracked my ribs as I was dragged down them. I refuse to farm the fields where I was mocked for trying to find my mother. I refuse to be of service to the house that claimed I owed them my life and my death for the privilege of not being left to starve to death. I refuse to let my corpse aid those that tried to burn my life as fuel." She nearly gasps at the end of that and takes breaths to calm herself down.

Her brain isn't thinking well, not that thinking well would mean she has an answer to that. "With brains," Gideon says. "With remembering that people are people. With those people that are such fucking geniuses using that to find another way."

[unkindled_madness]

Sephiroth raises his eyebrows. Gideon, your feelings are showing. Like a lot of them. He did not ask for her life story, and he really thinks she ought to be uncomfortable saying all that. Or maybe she isn't because she thought they were friends after a handful of conversations? Why are people like this.

At any rate, he is not going to make any more comments about soap. He will politely pretend she didn't say any of that.

"...the people who start wars are not who you wish them to be. There are so many things they value above another person's life."

[necrosavior]

Gideon stares over at Sephiroth. Like she doesn't know that? Duh. The universe is full of idiots and bloodthirsty people and bloodthirsty idiots. Sometimes traumatized bloodthirsty idiots. So, yeah. "Yeah," Gideon agrees, "Reasons why people who survive a direct hit by a nuclear bomb shouldn't decide when there's war." On that count, the albino asshole lady wasn't wrong.

[unkindled_madness]

Look, she was the one suggesting wars could be solved with thinking, as if the people waging them haven't put any thought into it. They just have different priorities. Sephiroth would cite greed, mainly.

"...is that not a retaliation?" They don't have nuclear bombs on his Planet, but he's read enough to have some context. Surely if someone drops a bomb on you, it's either a declaration of war or the war is already in progress.

[necrosavior]

"No because this is ten thousand years later," Gideon says, "the bomb droppers weren't immortal. They're so dead their bones aren't even dust and their souls have been ripped to shreds and so to for their grandchildren's grandchildren's grandchildren. Like, they're gone, buddy pal friend." She sighs.

"I don't believe in any of that sins of the parents become sins of their kids nonsense," Gideon says. Which, good thing, or she'd be screwed. ~God~ is a sinner, not a saint.

[unkindled_madness]

"...I see." Sephiroth eyes her, processing that. It does clarify something, but now he has no idea what the war is about. Not his world, though, so what does he care?

"I'm unfamiliar with that saying, but I assume it isn't an observation that the children of 'sinners' often take on the mantles of their parents." Here's looking at you, Rufus. He's shaping up to be very much like his father.

[necrosavior]

Gideon shrugs. She knows far from the whole picture, what with being ten thousand years late to the conversation. No one bothers to explain what the adults all knew about.

"It's punishing the children for what their parents did," Gideon explains. "Your father killed my father. Prepare to die!" She rolls her eyes. "Except you know, it's been ten thousand years." Myriad doesn't have the same ring to it.

[unkindled_madness]

That would definitely not be his reaction to someone killing his father, but he gets the general idea. "One would think it would be difficult even to remember the perpetrator after all that time."

[necrosavior]

"Gah, what a point," Gideon agrees. "Can't say there was much Q&A. Too many geriatric murder attempts/successes." She pauses. "Does it count if they come back to life afterward?"

[unkindled_madness]

"I'm not certain. Perhaps it depends on how long they remain dead." He doesn't have any experience with murdering someone who came back to life.