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Test Drive 01

TEST DRIVE

Hello, and welcome to the first Pluviosa Test Drive!

Rather than a series of prompts that are set after arrival to the game, this Test Drive is instead more of a soft open for the game. That is to say, not only are Test Drive threads game canon, but the Test Drive should be regarded as the "start" of the game chronologically and contains arrival-related events and information.

Or lack of information, as the case in fact is, because there is no greeting party waiting to reassure characters that everything is fine back in their worlds and that they'll get to go home again. (On the flip side, there's no one telling them that their worlds have been destroyed, either.) There is only the ship, the things inside it, the raging storm outside, and what characters can figure out for themselves.

It is advised that potential players familiarize themselves with the Premise page, the Rules/Session Zero page, and at least the first few paragraphs of the Setting page. As Pluviosa is a horror game, we especially encourage players to be aware of the content warnings that will be major themes of the game.

ARRIVAL

(cw: minor blood, visions, storm weather)

The first thing you become aware of is the sound of dripping. Your mind is fogged, as though woken from the wrong part of your sleep cycle. In your daze, you're convinced that the sound of dripping is blood. Yours? Someone else's? You can't be sure. It's dripping from somewhere. It's your fault, whichever it is.

Good. One way or another, you'll be free of this nightmare -


And then, in response to the sound of a crack of thunder outside, clarity returns.

Characters come around as though disturbed from a deep sleep. Once they have shaken off the (vision? impression?) of blood, they will find that the dripping sound, at least, was real. Fortunately, it's only water - rainwater, more than likely, judging from the occasional booms of thunder and flashes of lightning overhead. One hell of a storm, quite possibly the worst characters have ever experienced, is raging outside.

Outside where? Well, outside the ship, of course.

As a general rule, characters wake up in a random room of the first level of the ship below the main decks. Theoretically, this should be a relatively safe, dry place - but with the age of the ship, its state of disrepair, and the number of plants above that have dug their roots into the deck above, leaks are plentiful. Thus, the sound of dripping water is a constant even in enclosed areas - and, of course, the outside of the ship is being pounded by rain in shimmering sheets, adding to the cacophony of noise accented by the thunder.

Even the protective bubble over the deck itself and the balconies of the rooms is having trouble working to keep the rain out - the rain isn't terrifying hurricane levels, but it is steady and water floods steadily down the stairs and over the edges of the gap down the center of the ship. The worst of the wind, too, has been kept out, but occasional gusts send ripples through the rain.

There is no power inside the ship right now and barely any light besides the flash of lightning - although characters may arrive while it is nominally day, the clouds stretching from horizon to horizon have blocked out the sun almost completely. The motion of the ship is also far worse than usual due to the storm winds - it's easy to believe that you are in fact at sea, unless you manage to get close enough to the exterior windows or balconies to be able to see the ship's legs in motion through the cascade of water that runs down the exterior.


SEEING IS BELIEVING

(cw: hallucinations, thinking things that are real are hallucinations)

In the dark, you have to rely on your other senses - hearing, sound, smell. Smell is giving you the best information to start out with - rain, of course, but also mildew, plants, and old metal. (Is that a whiff of blood at the bottom? No, it's because of that bad dream you had messing with your head.)

No one comes to greet you. No one comes to find you. Instinctively, you know - no one is coming. You'll have to save yourself.


Characters will be fully convinced that they are alone until they actually run into another character. Even things that seem like they should be indicative of another person's presence, such as hearing voices or seeing someone shine a light down a hallway - your character will be convinced that that is just a hallucination until they can definitely lay eyes on another person, hear their voice clearly (ie: not half-drowned-out by the rain) or otherwise be certain of their presence.

That isn't to say that hallucinations aren't occurring. All characters, but especially those who are alone, will periodically hear murmuring voices, smell blood, smoke, and other scents reminiscent of destruction, and see what appear to be the flashes of flashlights, flickering lightbulbs, and the shadows of people walking around. These hallucinations fade in and out in intensity, but they always clear up for at least a little while when a character notices the sound of thunder. Given that the thunder is very frequent during the storm (every few minutes), most hallucinations won't last for long.

For most characters, the voices will be unintelligible murmurs. However, if your character has experienced an event of mass destruction at some point in their life (apocalypse or near-apocalypse, destruction of a city, volcano eruption, being the only survivor of a town that was slaughtered, etc), or has a connection to the dead, they will be able to pick out that the voices of the hallucinations are talking about either attempting to rescue people from something similar (eg: a distant voice shouting "there's someone still alive over here!") or, alternately, talking about how everything is lost, everyone is doomed now, etc. They may hear one type of voice or both at different times, at player discretion.


TO RUN ITS COURSE

(cw: dead loved ones, hallucinations/delusions, violence, potential death. THIS PROMPT CONTAINS PVP OPTIONS.)

You're not supposed to be alone. There was someone with you, only a few hours or years or minutes or lifetimes ago. You weren't always alone, and you have to find them.

You'll find them. You do. But not in any kind of condition to keep you company. This lump of flesh is empty now. The plants are already growing over it, reclaiming it. There's blood in the soil, and there's the sound of someone else coming up behind you.

Someone is coming. You'll have to save yourself.


There are various heaps of organic debris that characters can stumble across when wandering around in the dark - piled up leaves, rotted plants, heaps of ferns, moss, and so on. Even solid wood, sometimes - the trunks of small, twisted trees that took root where they might and have grown out from balconies to the exterior or inwards down the jungled crevasse between the two halves of the ship. In the low light, it's easy to literally stumble across them, or mistake them for something else in the brief light of a flash of lightning.

It's the mistaking them for something else that could be a problem. Characters may find themselves absolutely convinced that these heaps of leaves are the body of a loved one - especially if they were wandering around looking for someone in particular. They may or may not accurately perceive leaf cover on the outside of the "body," but unless they dig their hands in enough to be sure of the heap's contents - but who would want to go digging their hands into the body of someone they love? - or they see the shape in clear lighting (which would have to be provided by another character), it will be near impossible to convince them that the pile is just that, and not a corpse.

But that's not the really dangerous part. The dangerous part of all this is that if someone unexpected approaches while the character is in the same room as the 'body,' they may become convinced that the new arrival is responsible for their loved one's death. It doesn't matter how illogical it is on the surface - fear, or rage, or whatever it is that might fuel them will turn on the stranger. And whatever it is that convinces them of this has also turned their fight-or-flight reflex solidly to fight, whether it's for revenge or the last chance at survival for a cornered rat.

Characters so affected will fight until one of the following occurs: If they are led out of sight of the 'body,' they return to their senses (given that they may be inclined to chase the 'perpetrator,' this may be the best non-violent way to resolve the issue). If they are convinced that the 'body' is fake (through physical contact or clear lighting as above), they also return to their senses. And finally, if they kill the 'perpetrator' or are themselves killed or knocked unconscious, the effect ends. In all of these cases, it ends with the sharpness of a rubber band snapped against the skin, and the character is fully aware of their altered mental state and what occurred as a result.

If your character dies as a result of this prompt (and you want that thread to be game canon), please give the mods a heads-up if/when you are accepted into the game. Although this will not count as an 'official' death and will not consume a character's "freebie" revival, there may still be consequences for your character's death.

CONTENTS WORMING

(cw: worms. many worms. not parasitic. just worms.)

It's easy to take a wrong step in the dark. Of course, tripping and falling isn't the worst thing that can happen.

This isn't the worst thing that could happen, either. That doesn't make it any better in the moment - the split-second when the ground erupts and a writhing mass of something slimy doesn't so much crawl out as jump out - but maybe it will make it better later.


You know how worms come writhing up out of the ground during a rainstorm, when the soil is absolutely saturated?

Well, that's true of the soil on the ship as well, except the worms here aren't just common earthworms anymore. They've learned to climb, the slime that they use to wriggle through the soil modified such that they can cause it to turn sticky and squelch their way up walls, ceilings - and anyone they happen to come across. If you step in the wrong place, an entire cluster of them will respond, by clinging to your clothes and body, squirming upwards in a desperate bid to escape the wet soil and the continuous rivulets of water caused by the storm.

Or perhaps you sat down to rest somewhere and felt them creeping - or didn't, until there was suddenly something wet and cold on your bare skin. Or maybe you encountered the worms not through their climbing, but afterwards, when they drop off the ceiling and fall down on your head as the enzyme that renders their slime sticky wears out. However it happens... worms.

Fortunately, they're harmless - aside from being a bit larger than the earthworms a character is likely to be familiar with, and their strange ability to become sticky, these are largely indistinguishable from normal earthworms. Unfortunately, it's hard to tell that in the dark and the wet - this is their native environment, not yours, and anyone would panic at the sensation of worms trying to crawl up them or into dry places in their clothes.

There is an easy solution to this: Because the worms are fleeing the rain in the soil, they won't climb up anything that's just as wet as the dirt they left behind. All a character has to do to become worm-free is get thoroughly soaked, such as by stepping out into the reduced-but-still-pouring rain on a balcony or deck protected by the ship's bubbles. Unfortunately.... Well, then they're wet. And there doesn't seem to be anywhere to dry off any time soon...

FAQ
For information on the general shape and state of the ship, please see the setting page. Please note that mods will not be running investigations during the test drive period.

Q: Do our characters still have their powers/items?

Generally speaking, yes. Characters have their powers intact (with certain exceptions, largely for potential-gamebreak reasons) and whatever items they were carrying at their canonpoints. Please see the FAQ for more details.

Q: My character is dead and/or dying at their canonpoint!

Well... Now they aren't. Specifically, dead characters come back as their most recent 'healthy' state of being (unless they're a type of character that is playable while dead, such as a vampire or a Bleach shinigami, in which case they continue as normal for them); they also arrive already soaked through by the rain, regardless of the location they wake up. Characters who are mortally injured find that their wounds have healed; in place of whatever blood was soaking through their clothes/dripping from their bodies/in their mouth from a Cough of Death, they instead find pure water.

Q: Can my character(s) explore the ship?

Your characters are welcome to explore as much as they're willing and capable of doing in the wet and the rain! However, getting between floors is a challenge in the current weather - with the power off, the elevators do not work, and the stairs are consistently flooded by a cascade of rainwater. However, mods will not be running any official, guided explorations until after game opening.

Q: Is there anywhere dry to rest?

Nowhere is completely dry, but the aft portion of the ship is significantly drier than the middle and fore. The reason for this is that there is a series of partial decks (the residential decks) over roughly the last third of the ship. The rain is fully blocked by the roof overhead, in theory, but in practice the wind and the flooding leave this space only sort of dry. It's possible to find your way here on your own and find some place to sleep that doesn't blow mold spores into your face when you sit down, but it's also darker here, since the lightning's light is also blocked out by the roof.

Q: BATHROOMS?

Unfortunately, the lack of water in the pipes means that the toilets (which can be found relatively intact in most suites, though many are full of standing water) are also not running. Characters get to deal with this issue as they see fit, whether that's using the dilapidated toilets or using a more fertilizer-like strategy.

Q: Is there anything from the game's main info pages that doesn't apply to this Test Drive?

Given that the power is currently off, the Ship (as in the entity) cannot be interacted with on the Test Drive (and characters have no reason to think it's there). Anything else that would require power, such as the elevators or water from the faucets, also does not work.

Q: How long does the storm last?

ICly, it begins to lighten up on the evening of the second day after the first characters wake up, though it is still raining steadily with occasional thunder throughout that night. (Characters will continue to trickle in throughout the duration of the storm, though most arrive before the end of the first day.) The characters will be able to see the sun starting on the third morning - which is also planned to be the game's formal opening, so we won't say more until then!

Q: Do our characters receive anything upon arrival?

Not a thing! Nor do they encounter any kind of informational NPC or anything that gives them a solid idea what's going on. The only exception to this is that all characters experience the dripping-blood related vision/dream/impression detailed in the first prompt of the Test Drive. Additionally, characters who have a unique tie to their world (such as Aerith's connection to the Lifestream in FFVII) will be aware that they're not in their own world anymore.

Q: What are our characters eating?

Since the power hasn't come on yet... Whatever they're adventurous and/or knowledgeable enough to find that doesn't kill them! This can include edible plants and limited amounts of things brought from home (please don't have your character bring 99 casseroles even if your game's inventory system allows it), but mods are not tracking this specifically. Most characters will be expected to be hungry and unhappy but not literally starving come game open. At least there's plenty of water.

Q: I have some specific question I need to ask about my specific character on the test drive!

Please post your question in response to the header comment QUESTIONS below!


helborn: (even while distressed i have pretty hair)

Casper LeBlanc Jr. | Tabletop OC

[personal profile] helborn 2024-01-24 03:04 am (UTC)(link)
Arrival

Blood? His? Good, then no one else suffered. Casper wakes up in an unfamiliar room, suddenly panicked by his surroundings. He hasn't been on a ship in a while, and certainly not since - well. In a while, at least. He stands and heads out into the hallway, trying to figure out what to do. It's a long hallway, almost like... a cruise ship? He's never been on a cruise ship. His dad definitely would never have paid for a cruise.

... So how is he here? He starts exploring in the dark, his raven beside him - and his eyes peering in the dark. He can at least see in the dark.

It's just a matter of what other things he can see.



Seeing is Believing

Over here! This way! He hears a voice and runs that way, only to find... nothing. Not even a ghost. He turns around and - no. No one. He frowns and continues his search, following the noises of the dead. That's got to be what they are, right? He's familiar with how a ghost sounds, after all. It's just a frustrating mess, because there's multiple voices...

It doesn't bother him that he's alone. It bothers him that he can't find the source of these voices.



Contents Worming

The worms don't bother him. The thing that bothers him is the sticky feeling - so he heads out into the rain. Worms don't like rain, right? And while he's not waterproof, the cold doesn't bother him in the slightest. Not so for his raven, who is bitterly complaining about it, loudly, to anyone who can hear and even people who can't.

If you can understand birds, it's a lot of swearing. Even if you can't, there's still a definite angry sound from the puffed-up raven.
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Neuvillette | Genshin Impact

[personal profile] highjustice 2024-01-24 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
1. not my tears, not this time (Arrival/General purposes prompt)

[This is not a rain forged in sorrow. Nor is it a rain that will behave.

Neuvillette, after all, is no stranger to rain. Normal rain is as familiar and in some ways as comforting as a human would find it to be wrapped up in a blanket away from the rain, in some place warm and dry.

This is no normal rain. And not just because of the feeling of blood that lingers, on the side of his face and down his wrist. The feelings expressed by this storm do not belong to him.

More curious than distressed - at least for the moment - Neuvillette ducks out of the ruined suite he finds himself in. His long white hair and blue fancy robes are already damp, but he doesn't seem to actually mind, considering that he leans out into the gap running down the ship as soon as he reaches it, trying to get his bearings. This does little more productive than get him completely soaked, even as lightning flashes. It's too dark and angry out to see much of anything effectively.

If you're a casual observer in the 'hallway' along the railing he's leaning over, though, that white hair is as good as a beacon in the flash of light.

And if you missed that... There's a moment where some of the blue tracings on his robes and the blue streaks in his hair light up, and for a moment, the rain stills - or at least, the rain in a thirty-foot or so radius hangs in the air for a few seconds. More and more of it accumulates at the 'top' of the space around himself where Neuvillette has paused it... And then he sighs, audibly, and both the glow and the strange effect on the rain vanish, all the water falling at once in a watery crash.]


2. unjust is death (To Run Its Course)

[In one particular area - the rain is worse.

Hard to say how that's possible, except that it's raining indoors as well as out, the sound of the water cataclysmic in proportion. Unlike the rain outside, it as the faintest blue glow, enough to make the scene spread out just a little clearer -

Just barely within a balcony, Neuvillette stands in shock, overlooking what - to him - is a particularly small woman's body.

He thought he would have more time. He knew that it was coming, knew that the other side of the coin to his restored Authority was Furina's restored mortality. But not once did he ever consider that she would meet a violent end, so soon.

And then - there's another person on the scene. Despite his reputation (a reputation unknown in a place like this), Neuvillette does have some few issues that will press his temper. In this case, it's pressed into the sharp snap of a cane that appears from nowhere in his hand as he turns, a sound that echoes like it's been slammed into the hardwood of the courtroom floor despite all the leafy debris at his feet - ]


Who goes there?

[The blue glow has returned to the strange plumes of his hair and the trailing ends of his robes, just enough - if your eyes have adjusted to the dark - to make it clear that the shape he's standing over isn't a body at all. But given the feeling of danger that comes from the stilled water inside and the raging storm outside... Better get talking, fast.]

3. a very wet place (General purposes prompt, but like, later on)

[It continues to storm. The ship continues to be strange, and full of stranger people.

Take, for example, the fully soaked Neuvillette, who - although still on guard, for who wouldn't be, in a place like this - has now taken to wandering the halls, cane in hand, occasionally redirecting a particular flow of water as he goes. It's tiring, to use his power so frequently; in that regard, at least, it is clear that they are all very far from home. But if he thinks he catches sight of someone, there's still that first moment where the tendrils of his hair and the trailing hems of his robes light up - not so much to exercise his power, and not in warning, but just so that he can be seen in the dark, for at least a moment or two.

Only after that, when he's confirmed that the person he's approaching is both real and really alive, does he approach: ]


I am Iudex Neuvillette of Fontaine. Do you require assistance?

[It's awkward and perhaps a little too formal - but the offer is earnest, at least. And surely there are no small number of people he can help by, at least, providing a temporary reprieve from being soaked. Even if there's nowhere dry to be found in the long term.

... An unpleasantly familiar situation, really.]
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to run its course

[personal profile] fauxcalors 2024-01-24 05:28 am (UTC)(link)
[It's like waking from a nightmare and stumbling into the ghost of one--the sheer amount of water Furina can hear all around her, to say nothing of how completely soaked she is from the rain that pours without cease? It's a familiar terror, courtesy of the worst case scenarios that have haunted her for five hundred years.

But little else of this place strikes her as familiar--which only strikes, in turn, at a different sort of terror within her. Small, and human, and very very alone, Furina de Fontaine does the only thing she can do; the thing that has been keeping her sane throughout her long masquerade: she finds the silver lining, and finds relief in it.

She doesn't know where she is, true--and she doesn't know how she got here. But that immediate fear--of is this Fontaine, lost to the flood?--is gone with the assurance that this is most assuredly not Fontaine. Furina may not have any particular strengths to her name, and may be an Archon in name only, but she has lived and loved her nation for five hundred years, and she knows it in a way that no others can. She has seen how its architecture has grown and changed in the centuries she has been ruling it; she knows the flora that grows within its borders. Neither the dilapidated ship nor the plant-life that chokes it are of a kind you can find within Fontaine, which means...at the very least, the worst of all possible ends has not come to pass.

Soothed by that knowledge (that whatever danger lurks here, whatever has stolen her away, it has stolen only her and is dangerous to only her), Furina nods to herself, pushes down her fear like always, and pulls together the unshakeable mask and confidence of Focalors that has kept her an indomitable force for half a millennia. She'll get to the bottom of this--

A laugh. A flash of pale skin and pale silk, and hair that dances in a breeze that isn't there. Furina's breath catches in her throat, and she whirls to see...nothing.

But. There had been something there, she is sure of it; and just as surely she is certain of what that something had been.]


Mirror-Me?

[Ahead of her, in the corner of her eye, that pale flash moves once again, heading...

Furina turns and follows automatically, and then hungrily; she has not seen her other half, her mirror-self, the true Hydro Archon, since their parting all those centuries ago, when Focalors had bestowed upon her a duty she could not ever deny. All sense and logic flees her mind, and like a scared child running aimlessly down a street in search of the mother they're sure they just saw, Furina chases whispers through a ship.

And then--silence.

And then--a voice she knows. A voice she knows intimately, as familiar to her as her own. The only voice, she thinks, that could have entreated her to pausing her hunt for the reflection she's never stopped chasing.]


Neuvillette? Is that you?
vermillionpledge: (pain)

To Run Its Course

[personal profile] vermillionpledge 2024-01-24 05:41 am (UTC)(link)
[It’s dark and wet and miserable, and Alisaie finds herself trudging through rooms and corridors that feel increasingly similar. Is she going in circles? She can’t remember how she got here, or when. Everything is dark, and trees, and the storm.
Suddenly there’s a faint blue glow visible in the distance. It’s not like anything else she’s seen since she got here, and its color almost reminds her of-
She breaks into a run, boots sliding precariously on the damp ground. If there’s even the slightest chance Alphinaud could be here, she has to find him.
She sees the man before she sees anything else. A stranger, tall and pale with white hair and flowing blue robes. He looks up as she approaches, and speaks with all the authority of a lifelong Forum member. His cane slams against the floor.
But then her eyes are drawn down. Down to the floor, leaf litter and a flash of color. Blue fabric, stained. Silver hair, loose and tangled.
Alphinaud.
Her rapier is drawn before she can even think to perform the action. She levels it at the stranger, preparing to cast the first spell that comes to mind.]


What have you done to my brother?!
Edited 2024-01-24 05:43 (UTC)
fallen_cetra: (In this place I waited but all was ash)

2 unjust is death (cw: mentions of blood, references to FF7 spoilers)

[personal profile] fallen_cetra 2024-01-24 05:45 am (UTC)(link)
[She's soaked to the bone and shivering violently. Blood. So much blood. The echoes of crystal striking crystal, the icy cold of a lake. Fire and ash and parasites, voices in the dark.

The shouts that echo on the edge of hearing, flashes of light. Fire and smoke. The sky burning.

She's completely disoriented, this isn't where she was supposed to be. None of this made sense, her shouts had been drowned out by thunder and rain, her tears washed away. Terror had gripped her heart and squeezed her ribs as she fought her way up stairs that were more like waterfalls, gripping roots and branches and whatever she could to steady herself.

The plants, at least, listened. If only a little.

She's slipped more times than she can count, trying to remember how to move with half-numb limbs. Her dress is soaked with more than just mud and water, and she doesn't know what she looks like only that she's alone. Her plaintive yells for help, for her companions, for anyone at all have so far only been answered with the rumble of thunder, the rush of water and rainfall, and the silent indifference of the local flora.

She thinks she's finally found safety, under the bubble, a tall figure who feels like safety and looks distinctly real close enough for him to maybe hear her when she calls for help with a voice that's forgotten how to speak.

Until he turns and all her hair stands on end because she knows that feeling. Knows it in the way hands would reach for swords, the stillness before a cloak became red mist and black smoke, the tension in leather as fists clenched. She held up her empty hands and prayed.
]

A-Aerith Gainsborough, I was separated from my team. I'm...where are we? I was...I was at the ruined city of the Ancients last I knew, I...

[She shivers, clutching the front of her dress, trying to wipe the water out of her eyes with the other hand, not realizing she looks like she's been laying face down in more than just water. That there's more than just mud on her dress. Shaking as if she were in shock and not just half-soaked with cold storm water. It's not a good look and her legs will not be fast enough to carry her like they used to if she needs to run.]
Edited 2024-01-24 05:46 (UTC)
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Childe | Genshin Impact

[personal profile] astraldownpour 2024-01-24 08:06 am (UTC)(link)
Content Worming

[The water is not cold, or warm, it just is. Perhaps he was too used to the frigid temperatures of his homeland. The rain is, however, inescapable, as his boots tread and squelch water and root and various vegetation underheel. What was this place? Why was he here?

The hallways are so dark-- the pitter patter of rain, a white noise in and of itself, nearly drowns out all else.

Even the fell skies of the Abyss were filled with stars, pinpoints of light. The Harbinger lifts an arm up, to try to keep the water from getting in his eyes, as if it were the rain and not the blanket of total darkness that made it impossible to see.

He's plagued by the feeling of blood seeping down his arms, blooming over his abdomen-- Thunder crashes, sudden, striking. A moment of clarity.

Water, it was water. A lot of it.

The deeper he treads, the more soil and leafy greenery he finds, soft and soaked through. Childe can feel something moving beneath the ground, under his every step. He starts to back up, but the soil erupts with large, fat worms, clinging to his boots and climbing up.

Horror and shock clear on the man's face, he stumbles back, tripping on roots. The worms surround him, cover him. He tears them off in a panic-- the soil is wet and soaks through the back of his pants and his shirt. Absolutely fucking miserable, he hisses, scrambling to get on his feet, kicking at the writhing mass of... beasts.

They seemed to be escaping the drenched soil, but he wasn't going to wait around and find out if they were friendly or not, gathering up water into wobbly... almost blades.

It'd have to do. Childe starts swinging at the worms, the water mostly just getting him and them wet, rather than cutting and slicing. Childe wants to throw his vision over the side of the ship, at this point. He still doesn't understand why it isn't BEHAVING.]


GET OFF ME! FUCK OFF!

[All of his wrestling and struggling with them eventually leads him to standing under one of the balconies, letting the water drain over him. The worms cower and squirm quickly away, while Childe is left clinging to railing and panting, the balcony absolutely dousing him in water as he gathers his bearings.]


To Run its Course

IS ANYONE OUT THERE?

[He calls out and recieves only the scent of blood, wafting, heavy. His own? No, he was-- had been on bed rest, he'd promised Teucer--

Teucer. This wasn't the hospital he'd been brought to, he knew this logically. There was no way he'd been out long enough for the snowscapes of Snezhnaya to melt. But. The hallways... Long, almost formulaic. It may as well be the same to him, as he runs foward, heart a caged bird in his chest. His brother had just been here. Had just been next to him. What happened? Where had he gone?]


TEUCER?

[Childe tears through the hallway like something gone mad, the map of the hospital in his mind unfurling. This was not the hospital, this was not familiar. He stumbles, tripping over roots and undergrowth. Water soaks through his clothes worse than before, and he looks and feels pretty fucking shit at this point.

He looks up, to find vines overtaking... something. Soft orange hair, a small body. Childe's heart seizes in his chest, as he tears his gaze across the room. Settling on a figure nearby. Disgust and fury rise in his chest, calcifying into murderous intent. A fell flame stokes in his heart, overshadowing all reason. He doesn't question why his younger brother would be in a place like this, let alone dead. All he knows is that Teucer is dead, and he has an errant stranger to blame.

The Harbinger snarls like a feral dog, reaching for the water and letting it weakly form into a blade in his hand, cursing quietly. Its form wavers, but his voice doesn't, barking out his words across the room.]


He was just a KID! That was my BROTHER!
mamamias: Mario just noticed something. (!)

a very wet place

[personal profile] mamamias 2024-01-24 09:11 am (UTC)(link)
[ Mario, for his part, is soaking wet, from toe to tip. He doesn't really seem aware of it, though wet denim can't be comfortable. His shoes have enough traction, and that's all he really cares about.

That, and the glow at the end of the hall. A person! Relieved to find some company, Mario trots towards Neuvillette.
]

Er, no. Or...

[ He doesn't need help or anything. He hasn't had much trouble navigating the ship, and he can't exactly be lost when he's in somewhere new. He knows it's a cruise ship, he knows there's something spooky going on, he just doesn't know... ]

You wouldn't happen to know we are, would you? I can't even find the name of this ship! Usually that kinda thing is plastered all over the walls!

[ He's smiling. It's a crack at humor. ]
highjustice: (sideglance)

[personal profile] highjustice 2024-01-24 12:39 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sound of her voice, of course, brings everything to a full stop.

One of them - or rather, at least one of them - must be false. Logic dictates as much. And Neuvillette (will always choose mercy, given the chance) hesitates, before making the decision that makes the light of his power go dim and the rain around them settle back to the storm's normal levels.

Given the option, he'd much rather believe in the Furina that's alive.]


Furina?

[The lack of formal address is, perhaps, a sign that something has shifted... Or perhaps just a side effect of the situation they're in.]

It's... good to see you unharmed.

[As is often the case, Neuvillette's voice carries the majority of his emotion, rather than his face - not that it's possible to see much of it anyway, in this darkness. The relief is clear and genuine, that of someone who has just come away from a precipice.

But something is still not quite right. There is no familiar glow of a Vision at her waist, which Neuvillette, of all people, would surely be able to sense. And when he closes his eyes, breathes in, and concentrates...

The presence of the curse that was Furina's only blessing from the true Focalors remains, a contamination in the otherwise pure water. Just what is going on?]
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fauxcalors: (thinking)

[personal profile] fauxcalors 2024-01-24 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
[The relief that comes, with hearing Neuvillette--not just his voice, but his voice responding to her own, meaning he was real and there with her...it is more than relief; equally, it is short-lived.

There's something unsettling about this place that Furina has found herself in. It's all the more unsettling that it's as wet as it is with her Iudex before her, and not a tear in sight. And also...

When you have known someone for what amounts to the entirety of their life, you know them. Neuvillette is the person Furina is closest to in all of existence; she's fairly certain, at this point, that she is the same for him. Still, even with that closeness, there is an unbreakable distance that has remained between them for centuries--a distance that means Neuvillette calling her by Furina without a Lady preceding it strikes her as...deeply odd. It itches, in the same way this entire situation does.

But even with that itch, she can't long fight the resurgence of that bone deep relief as his next words just reassure her, once again, that this is Neuvillette.


Why, my dear Iudex, to sound so concerned! But of course I am unharmed! How do you suppose that the Hydro Archon would find herself in peril here?

[The act comes as it always does: easily enough. It's a fight to hide the trill of terror under bravado, though. Because this is, assumedly, a place and situation that the Hydro Archon should be able to find her way out of--unless...

Furina takes just a second to pull that thread until it unravels into something worth the effort. She's more well-read on the element of Hydro than she imagines even the true Focalors is, at this point--she remembers studies and papers written up after a disastrous desert expedition, where the researchers involved had turned to the Hydro slimes they were studying as a water source when a sandstorm had diverted their route, leading their supplies to dry out before making it out of the sands.

They'd died, of course, or fallen deathly ill; the ones who had pulled through had been possessed of Hydro Visions of their own, and thus had some resistance to the element.

Because Hydro slimes--and Hydro itself--was not simply water; rather, it was a primal elemental force that was found most readily in water. There is a reason that Hydro Vision users are, in truth, no greater at surviving without water than your average human; the waters they can summon are too infused with Hydro to be safe.]


Perhaps, though, you are right to be concerned...the water here doesn't feel normal, don't you agree?

[It's a guess, true--Furina can no more sense the water or the amount of Hydro contained within it than she can fly--but it's an educated one, one she feels fairly confident in. The sort of guesswork born of intuition and knowledge that makes her such a cutthroat prosecutor when she's found a scent to hound in the most difficult trials.]

Neuvillette? Have you nought to say, my Iudex?
highjustice: (sideglance)

I'm not uploading a new icon on mobile fight me

[personal profile] highjustice 2024-01-24 01:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[...And there it is. Her words, at least, confirm that there is something stranger going on than either of them probably realizes.

This is not Teyvat. Connected to primordial Hydro as he is, Neuvillette should be able to sense the Primordial Sea, even at such a distance as the far bounds of Inazuma or Natlan. If he can be said to have a soul in the way that humans do, then it would be one that constantly has a toe dipped into that ocean. Until now.

But that is a concern for later, because in front of him is...]


Furina.

[His tone of voice is a touch chiding, the way it so often is (was) when she went overboard with her antics. But underneath it is an almost physical pain.

He understands now why she was so quick to throw the act away. To watch it now is unbearable. To stand aside and allow it to continue, knowing that it will do nothing but bring the both of them hurt, is even more so.

Besides. He has always been a poor liar.]


... You need not maintain the act for my sake. I will not reveal it to others, but... In the Fontaine I last remember, the prophecy has already come to pass.

[He doesn't know why her memory is different. Perhaps this is just a more advanced hallucination in the end. But he will treat it as real until he has evidence otherwise.]

You performed admirably to the very end.

[The words are soft, and with the pounding rain outside - anyone else might miss them. But he knows that she will not.]
fauxcalors: (trauma/injury)

[personal profile] fauxcalors 2024-01-24 01:49 pm (UTC)(link)
[The terror that comes from finding herself in this place is nothing compared to the terror that floods her then, hearing Neuvillette's words--looking into his eyes and seeing the unyielding truth of them. Her breath catches in her throat; her hands shake in a decidedly ungodly manner.

Furina, human, feels utterly laid bare.]


You--you!

[She sputters, and chokes, and does not know what to say. Five hundred years on stage, and there is no script for this--because to be found out is to fail. And she could not fail. Could not allow herself to even think of such a thing for too long, because she would spiral.

And Nevuillette...You performed admirably to the very end, he says. Consolation? Condolences? Words meant to soothe the ache of failing her duty; to ease the grief of Fontaine lost beneath the waves?

(It says something--not something Furina can think of, as she is and who she is now--but it says something that, for all her confidence without, her first instinct is to assume she failed at the last, and let the nation she'd bled herself out for drown)]


The very end, you say...

[Furina shakes her head, bitter, wrecked with a grief she bolts down with the long practice of five hundred years. She can't focus on this now--it will destroy her.]

I will hold you to your silence, my dear Iudex--but I have never known you to break a promise, so I'm sure I needn't worry. For the moment, though, I am certain we have more pressing matters to attend to than some differences between our memories...like where exactly we have found ourselves! And if we are, indeed, the only people here!
highjustice: (dramatic eyes closed)

[personal profile] highjustice 2024-01-24 05:12 pm (UTC)(link)
[... Ah. Now that he knows better what mysteries are beneath the surface, it's much easier to understand what's going through her head at any given moment. The mysteries of the primary currents of 'Furina' revealed, Neuvillette can see exactly when and where the flow of her emotions is misdirected.

And, really, Furina. Would he be so calm to speak of it, if Fontaine had disappeared?]


I do not consider your safety nor your concerns to be a trifling issue. Fontaine is well and everyone is safe. The Hydro Archon's plans to save its people were administered flawlessly, even by those of us ignorant of her true intentions.

[Please understand, Furina, because he does not think he can say it any more directly. Everyone is fine.]

And I do not consider establishing that to be a passing matter, nor do I believe that you ever would. Fontaine was entrusted into our care; it is only natural that such concerns should be of high priority, when we do not appear to be in immediate danger.

[Only with that established can he feel secure in moving on to their current situation, because to do otherwise would be to leave Furina harmed by his unclear words, and that is unacceptable. He can no more do so that he could leave her bleeding out physically to talk of other matters.

...That said, said other matters may be a contributing factor to why they're having to talk in circles.]


Whatever place this is, it is beyond the borders of Teyvat. I cannot sense even a hint of the Primordial Sea, nor of any other familiar power, which should not be possible no matter how far distant I was from Fontaine. The discrepancy in our memories would appear to be further evidence of this, since such a thing would not be possible there.

[Therefore, establishing the differences in their memories is in fact a pressing matter, and here is his logic as to why it is important. This part, at least, is familiar, although the matter of presenting logical evidence was usually played out the other way around between them, as prosecutor and judge.]
highjustice: (in authority)

[personal profile] highjustice 2024-01-24 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)
[The sound of a small figure - not much larger than Furina, if that - doesn't register as odd, and it's too dark to make out many details. The glowing sword is distinctive, certainly, but it's her words that make him hesitate.

Neuvillette does not drop his guard. But he does glance down - a motion of barely more than his eyes - at the 'body' once again.

Could he be mistaken? (No, surely not. With anyone besides Furina, perhaps.)

His tone softens, slightly, but he does not dismiss the cane.]


Your brother? But this is - I would not mistake her for anyone else.

[If he says her name, that makes it real. But the gender discrepancy alone communicates the point.]
helborn: (huh wha i didn't do it)

To Run its Course

[personal profile] helborn 2024-01-24 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)
['That was my brother!' The tension in the older man's voice is real, even if whatever he's seeing isn't. Casper's just stumbled into this area, he has no idea what's going on -]

[But that water blade is sharp and he lifts an arm to block it. Turning it into ice isn't going to make anything better, so he'll just take the damage. It's not like he hasn't been hurt, anyway.]


For the record, there's no one dead here. ... Right here, at least. You're seeing things.

[He doesn't expect that he'll convince the tall(er) man, but he has to say it anyway.]
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highjustice: (let me explain)

[personal profile] highjustice 2024-01-24 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)
[She doesn't appear entirely harmless - there's too much power in her, to his senses, something strange and more like himself than anyone else he's met. Something that should be - rooted is the word that comes to mind - but that is now disconnected.

And, grief. The water around her, clinging to her skin, speaks of grief.

She holds her hands up - he sees them in a flash of lightning, through the glass between them and the balcony - and Neuvillette is many things. But no matter how great his anger, it is against all he is to strike at someone who has surrendered peacefully.]


I'm afraid I have no knowledge of our location to offer, save that it is not a place I am familiar with.

[The heaving motion of the ship continues as the glow surrounding him dims. The water resumes its 'natural' patterns.]

Iudex Neuvillette of Fontaine. If you'll forgive me, you look as though you've had better days, Miss Gainsborough.
highjustice: (let me explain)

[personal profile] highjustice 2024-01-24 06:07 pm (UTC)(link)
[It's hard to see anyone's expression in this place, but Neuvillette learned to judge emotions by face last, in his study of humans. The attempt at a smile is clear enough in Mario's voice.

Still, he responds to the joking comment mostly seriously.]


I'm afraid not. Though it would be difficult to see much of anything written on the walls, give the degree of mildew and mold covering them.

[Hard to see much of anything on the walls when they're covered in grime.]
fallen_cetra: (Looking for the answers but they're gone)

[personal profile] fallen_cetra 2024-01-24 06:27 pm (UTC)(link)
I don't recognize anything here either, not even the plants. What's...what's Fontaine like? I've never heard of it.

[Her curiosity is muted, from fear and the chill, but his comment strikes her as funny in a way that would have made her friends sob. So her laughter is weak and not without a hint of old wounds and sorrows, breathless as she wipes her soaked hair out of her eyes, shivering uncontrollably. How had she forgotten what it felt like, to be so cold?]

I've had worse! I'll be alright.

[Her teammates would have scolded her if they'd heard her say that. Shaking hands reached for vines to steady herself as the ground pitches underneath her, and there's a shift like something waking at her touch from a long sleep to listen, the flora noticing her as she hangs on.

Please. Please help me.

The wind and water too, seem to bow to that silent request, but only a little. Enough so that the air around them seems less chill, the plants holding beneath her feet and questing fingers to give her steadier foot and handholds.

But the water heals where it touches.

Warm and gentle like a soak after a long day. Refreshing the body and heart. There'd been hardly any power in the plea, but her limbs are growing steadier and the color seems to be returning to her skin between the flashes of lightning.
]

Are you okay? Is it alright if I come closer? I don't mind being wet but this is a lot.
highjustice: (HM.)

[personal profile] highjustice 2024-01-24 06:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[If she's paying attention - the plants take no particular care of Neuvillette, but the water certainly does. Insofar as water can be said to bow to anything, at least within the immediate area, it bows to him. But since he is no longer keeping a tight grip on it, it cedes to her whispered wishes.

If the light weren't flashing from behind him, she'd be able to see the way the whole thing makes Neuvillette's eyebrows rise.]


Perhaps another place - I believe I saw a bench some distance down the hallway.

[She looks like she could use a place to sit down. And he's loath to let a stranger anywhere near Furina's body.

(He's loath to leave her, as well, but - no one more than Furina would tell him to take care of the living, first.)

He takes a few steps towards her.]


If nothing else, my power over the water should be sufficient to dry you, though I cannot say that it will last in this weather.
mamamias: Mario looks concerned. Or maybe upset. (what the f)

Seeing is Believing

[personal profile] mamamias 2024-01-24 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)
Mario's been in enough haunted mansions to not really be off-put by hearing voices, but they are annoying. He's been moving as fast as he can while sludging through water to find whoever is speaking, a source, anything. And this time--

'There's someone still alive over here!'

Still alive? Is that why he can't find anyone? Mario takes off double-time, jumping from wall to wall to move faster than trudging through the water will allow, ignoring the feeling of plant slime under his boots and fingers. And... he's in luck! He made it to the source before they vanish on him...

A ghost? It doesn't matter.

"Where are they?" he asks, expectantly, of the person before him. "Who needs help?"
mamamias: Mario bent down to fondly pat a goomba on the head. (kind mario)

[personal profile] mamamias 2024-01-24 06:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Mario laughs outright this time. Between that and the dark, yeah, that's why he's had so much trouble. ]

This place could-a really use a spring cleaning.

[ A flash of lightning illuminates Mario reaching for a wall to attempt to wipe away some of the grime - to no avail, of course. These walls need power-washing, if they need anything.

He pulls his hand away and shakes it as if to shake off the grime, not that he minds much. Gloves can be washed. That's what they're for.
]
highjustice: (HM.)

[personal profile] highjustice 2024-01-24 06:54 pm (UTC)(link)
[As much as he is in fact standing next to a human-shaped pressure washer, pure water alone is probably not sufficient for this task.]

It seems to have been abandoned for many years - two centuries at least, if I were to guess. Though that's assuming that this current storm isn't a constant state - water damage would expedite the process.

[Though the construction is unfamiliar to him, he is old enough to have a sense of how old something is. And there is not a sense that this place has been disturbed in a long time - not only in physical traces, but in the feeling of the water itself.]
mamamias: Mario nodding with confidence. (let's a go)

Contents Worming

[personal profile] mamamias 2024-01-24 07:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Unlike the rest of the rest of the voices Mario has heard this far, get off me and fuck off is unlike any other ghost. He hurries to the source, desperate to see any life that isn't the worms crawling up his overalls. When he finds Childe on the balcony, he trots over and joins him under the flood of water. ]

Smart idea! I don'ta mind getting wet, but I guess those creepy-crawlies sure do.

[ ]He watches the water wash them away rather than look at Childe directly. ]
mamamias: Mario appearing deep in thought. (thinkio)

[personal profile] mamamias 2024-01-24 07:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Probably not, but a man can dream. Mario's just thinking of things he's had in his toolkit once before, anyway. The utility of having a backpack pressure-washer is something he misses, sometimes. ]

Ahhhh. That makes sense! I figured it was abandoned - no cruise ship gets this full of plants if someone alive is here to tend to that.

[ He turns to Neuvillette, appraising. ]

Two hundred years, you think? That's a long time!
helborn: (is that what i think it is?)

[personal profile] helborn 2024-01-24 07:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"Help? Oh, they're beyond help now." He says it casually, his voice a little distant. He pauses a moment, and then blinks. Wait. Uh. ... Huh. Is that - you know what, never mind.

"You can hear them too? That's... unusual. You're not a..." ... Hm. "I don't think you're a demigod, at least." He'd be able to tell. Probably. "I'm... not used to other people being able to hear ghosts."

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