waking the dead 2.0 | october 21-23, 2063 | en-route to the darkest pit.

[mistermarlowe]

WHO: Taning Marisigan's strike team within the Infernal Realms
WHAT: This is the catch-all log for all interactions that take place after the party leaves the Cicada Shell Plains for the final phase of Operation "Ela".
WHERE: The carriage Alyssandra Caiphas lent the party
WHEN: Evening of October 21 until the small hours of the morning on October 23 (just before sunrise).
SAFE FOR WORK? Likely!
OTHER NOTES:
+ You're more than welcome to leave starters for texts/emails/calls to characters who aren't actually on the carriage.
+ I won't be posting any NPCs up here. Just ping me if you want to interact with anyone specific.


[ It'll feel like you're taking a train down to another interesting destination within the Fifth World. The "carriage" that Alyssandra Caiphas has provided with the party is incredibly comfortable, with individual rooms for all of the members and imps that politely attend to every need that you might have. The scenery's nice, in a fucked up sort of way. Maybe, in different circumstances, some of you might be able to enjoy it.

Beyond the bedrooms, there's a common dining area, several common rooms and an observation deck to hang around in. You're also welcome to drop in at the front car, where the imps in charge of navigating the lot of you through the area are manning the Night Mares. Everything is styled in a fashion that'll remind the history buffs in your party of the old Orient Express. ]

Comments

For Taning | Evening, October 21.

[larue]

[ He didn't bring much for the mission outside of all the necessities and he's not much up for lying on his back for the duration of the trip, so this one's coming round to look for you, wherever you are.

He's worried about you. The success of this engagement banks on the rescue of your sister, and you know how this one feels when it concerns family. ]

[bladeweaver]

[For the moment, "wherever he is" happens to be in the front-most carriage, sitting right behind the demon horseman and the nightmare stallions. He'd tried talking to the horseman, who was surprisingly talkative for a demon (he guessed that coachmen are talkative anywhere, even in Hell itself), but that grew old after an hour or so.

Now he's just staring off into the horizon, watching the blasted, literally damned landscape roll steadily by. He's a man accustomed to horrors upon horrors, but he finds himself uneasy at the sights he's seeing. Not because of himself, but because he couldn't help but wonder how his sister survived in this place. It almost makes him cringe; the only reason he doesn't is that he doesn't want to show weakness to the demon beside him, affable and helpful and probably sworn to help him though he might be.

That is how you'll find him when you come around: silent as if in contemplation, but with a mouth a little bit too tense for him to seem actually okay.]

[larue]

[ And this one's coming right over and leaning on the wall of the carriage a little behind you as he spies the landscape that you're looking through.

There's a sort of depressing, alien beauty to the landscape. Reminds him a little of the Underworld, only different. ] Hey, Stan.

Join me for a stick?

[bladeweaver]

[You startle him just a bit, enough to get him out of his reverie. For which he is actually... grateful.

He scoots over so you have somewhere to sit here at the front of the carriage.]

Sure thing, man.

[larue]

[ Settling down to join you now and fishing out his pack to offer you a stick from it.

He glances back to the landscape. ] It'd be beautiful if it weren't so fucked up.

[ He won't go straight to the obvious. He's not exactly keen on talking to you about family around someone who isn't a Hound or any of your close acquaintances. ]