Day 1 Night

[12npcs]

[ Over the murmur of conversations, explorations and violent attempts at escape, there comes a sound tick tick tick tick tick.............. CLICK.... The sky above snaps across the dome from blue to black... and everything goes dark.

A glow comes from the front door of each of the inns and one by one, you can see street lanterns begin to light up steadily past each of the gates.

The only flickering, organic light comes from above in the tower, spluttering high, high above everyone, through the slats of the closed shutters. After a moment, it's gone. ]

Comments

[beeductionist]

... Interesting. I wonder why the variance in introductions.

[dedoctionist]

Why, what did it say to you? Did you have those different tarot cards, too?

[beeductionist]

Tarot-esque cards, yes. "Welcome, Thief. Shall we see what you - " a break there, "You may choose." And after the presentation of the cards, the voice wished me a pleasant dream.

[dedoctionist]

With me, it said "Shall we see what has been taken?" Then it laid down cards, but only three stood out. It said "help me" when it held out the corridor car, and then "Have a pleasant dream" when it began to crumble.

[beeductionist]

What were the other cards, then?

[dedoctionist]

[puts her hand to her forehead, closing her eyes to remember more clearly]

They were ... a three card with an empty symbol, a queen of joy, and they were both intersected by a death ace.

[beeductionist]

Three of empty, ace of empty, king of joy and ace of flame.

[dedoctionist]

Maybe there's similar symbols somewhere in this town, like a coded lock or something.

[beeductionist]

[ nods, considering ]

Have you seen any of the symbols repeated since then?

[dedoctionist]

Not yet.

[beeductionist]

Then it may well be worth keeping an eye out for them as well.

[dedoctionist]

[nods, both hands on the back of her neck this time. definitely looking tired now.]

[beeductionist]

... Let us find our rooms, then. We can revisit our theories in the morning.

[dedoctionist]

With any luck we won't be here in the morning.

[beeductionist]

Far past that now. Best get used to it.

[ off to find a fish door ]

[dedoctionist]

[and going her own way to find trees and a stag]

[beeductionist]

[ presumably there's something to be found ... though Sherlock is getting distracted by all the people gathering and milling about. like that cyborg ninja guy. ]

[dedoctionist]

[catching the direction of his interest]

... That guy looks right out of a scifi movie.

[beeductionist]

Any specific scifi movie?

[dedoctionist]

None to mind.

[beeductionist]

And yet, there is a logic about his appearance that typically does not appear in real people.

[dedoctionist]

Like what?

[beeductionist]

Would anyone survive with that level of mechanical implantation, do you think?

[dedoctionist]

No way, not where we're from.

[beeductionist]

Exactly. Even assuming technology advanced far enough to achieve the same effect, there is something bombastic about his design all the same.