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. ]

For Yulia, morning of October 22

[bladeweaver]

[Not that Sabina isn't an early riser, but typically she and Taning wake up at around six in the morning. That's why Taning is alone in the mess carriage, nursing an early coffee over a bacon breakfast he's barely eating (it's like he got the bacon out of sheer reflex), at five in the morning.

Tomorrow's the day, he thinks. At this point in his Vigil career, probably no one would mistake Taning for a scaredy-cat or a coward, but every time his mind strays over to the thought that he really doesn't know what to expect down there, his stomach flips over so violently he feels sick.

Anyone who walks into that mess hall will find Taning sitting deep into one of the nicely appointed, soft chaise booth seats, one leg propped up onto the seat and tucked close to his chest, cold coffee in hand and food half-uneaten.]

OTA, the entire ride.

[ktotheatothez]

[ Kaz is going to be wandering about the train. Usually on his own, and often where he can read the Book of Triumph. There are a few things on his mind, which any of you can pick at. ]