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kingdomdaze2015-09-21 11:16 am
royalsubject) wrote in kingdomdaze2015-09-21 11:16 am
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Who: Everyone
When: Day 5, bright and early in the morning
Where: Labyrinth!
What: A daring labyrinth
[you somehow land into this labyrinth with a hard thud, sending clouds of dust flying everywhere. what you're in now is a stone room that has a flickering torch placed on each wall. it smells a bit dingy in here, like what one might picture an actual labyrinth or dungeon to smell like.
there doesn't actually seem to be much worth investigating in this room, aside from a sign and three old, wooden doors before you. the sign reads:
"If you risk it all, you gain it all. If you risk nothing, you gain nothing."
somehow, very inexplicably so, you get the strange sense that the riskier you play, the better the prize.]
(( RULES — PRE-MINGLE — WHICH DOOR DO YOU CHOOSE? — POST-MINGLE — TREASURE ))
When: Day 5, bright and early in the morning
Where: Labyrinth!
What: A daring labyrinth
[you somehow land into this labyrinth with a hard thud, sending clouds of dust flying everywhere. what you're in now is a stone room that has a flickering torch placed on each wall. it smells a bit dingy in here, like what one might picture an actual labyrinth or dungeon to smell like.
there doesn't actually seem to be much worth investigating in this room, aside from a sign and three old, wooden doors before you. the sign reads:
"If you risk it all, you gain it all. If you risk nothing, you gain nothing."
somehow, very inexplicably so, you get the strange sense that the riskier you play, the better the prize.]
(( RULES — PRE-MINGLE — WHICH DOOR DO YOU CHOOSE? — POST-MINGLE — TREASURE ))
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"Naw, the big one's chock full of some nice weapons you might be after. The smaller one's got some fancy little devices. You seemed pretty interested in the bombs, but maybe... I should show you some of those instead?"]
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The devices, if you would.
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they set the bomb-box aside, grabbing the smaller one and pulling out its contents.
he pulls out a tiny violin made of marble. "You can make things n' beings stop moving at your will if you just hold this in your hand."
he pulls out a gold, satin scarf. "Anyone who wears THIS is gonna have hallucinations. Throw it on someone you don't like, that's what I say!"
finally, he pulls out a diamond with many facets. "This little thing let's you see in the dark, but only if you're holding onto it."]
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Let me take a look at those bombs. I think we can come to some kind of arrangement.
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Rideaux examines one or two of the bombs, then finally makes his move. Without any further warning Rideaux throws a smoke bomb at the feet of this poor skeleton (sure hope that's how these bombs work, huh!), then in the chaos makes a grab for the smaller box and the medium box. Or more specifically, grabs the medium box and tries to stuff the little trinkets into the bomb box or into his pockets, whichever is easier.
Assuming he'd managed to get away with all of this, he's going to get the heck out of there! Rideaux runs out of the employee lounge, but... throws an incendiary back over his shoulder before shutting the door behind him. Nothing personal, skeleton, it's just business.
Oh yeah, and during all of this, he somehow keeps a hold on what has to be a very unhappy cabbage baby. Bet you miss that magma pit right now, huh kid?]
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which is to say, it's a natural success—from behind the door the fire spreads quickly in the Employee's Lounge, so the skeleton you were speaking to doesn't come after you. they have a much different set of priorities now, thanks to that action... assuming they aren't dead once and for all, but that doesn't matter much if they're a no-show, right?
in the storefront of the pawn shop, there only seems to be shelves upon shelves of junk... but from this angle, you can get a good look at the glass windows overlooking a street. or, on the other hand, you could go back down that tunnel.]
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to be blunt, this looks like the bad end of town. buildings are boarded up. a broken down car sits on the street, smoking as though someone might have recently abandoned it. vendors with their carts are set up along the street. one sells potions; another sells psychic readings. these vendors all preoccupied with their stock or service in one way or another.
going left on the street is a presumable entry into another part of the city.
going right on the street leads you towards a mountain in the distance.]
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the psychic reader calls out, "Oh? Oh, do you want that car? Is that your car, sir, is that your car? I can fix it for a reading, yes I can!"]
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If he can get the car working, it'll be easier to get out of the city and head toward that mountain. Given that he just... maybe murdered an innocent skeleton... leaving the city limits seems like a good idea. Which means he's going to have to pay attention to this phony psychic, doesn't it? Sigh. Rideaux strolls toward the psychic reader.]
And what does that involve?
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"I'll give it for free, I just can't get any customers, no I can't. And once you let me see into that future of yours, I'll give you something to pour into that car's tank that'll get it jumping, that's fore sure! All I'll need is that pretty hand of yours, that's all."]
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But then again, why should he believe any nonsense these people say? He's here to make a new future, isn't he? He's here to decide a future for himself, using the Queen's power. Whatever this person decides to tell him, it has no bearing on what will actually happen. Hah! How stupid of him to feel nervous, even for a second. Rideaux shrugs—it's totally casual, he definitely isn't on edge right now.]
Then make it quick. Some of us have places to be.
[And he offers his hand, though you might have to take the glove off.]
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and she doesn't bother taking your glove off either—weird. instead, she suddenly unveils a cleaver and tries swinging it down over your wrist]
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the old psychic seems displeased, lifting the cleaver up and leaning the dull end against her shoulder. her voice sounds like its creaking.
"Didn't I say 'take your hand?' I sure did. And didn't I say 'I'd give you something to pour into that car's tank?' I sure did. Why is it that you agree to this, and change your mind, sir? Sir?"]
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If it's futures you want, take his hand instead. He's got a whole sorry life ahead of him.
[Why yes, yes he is offering the baby.]
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"Yes... yes, a shame, a crying shame! This baby could grow up to devour the world. One worthy of a sacrifice to the god! I foresee trouble following, only trouble..."]
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That's fascinating, truly. Now how about you fulfill your side of this little bargain and get that vehicle moving, hm?
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"Blood will get that car runnin', and in exchange I've got a lot of it for you so you don't have to bleed yourself dry!"]
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Firstly he's gonna open the doors to get all that smoke out, casually tossing the cabbage and his various ill-acquired goods onto the backseat in the process (although he's keeping the tiny violin, the scarf and the diamond in his pockets). It takes him a minute to figure out where the blood is supposed to go, but he pours it in and then hops into the front seat (changing back from his Chromatus form again before he does so - those ridiculous shoulder spike things wouldn't fit in a car).
So, this is it. Is this car manual or automatic?]
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and fortunately this car is automatic—whether you know how to drive or not, it'll be amazingly easy to figure out how to make it work the way you want it to.]
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