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etrayamemes2025-01-02 03:19 pm
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TDM 006
 ⏵ arrival ⏴ Arrival is absolutely not normal this month. Instead of a hospital bed, you wake in a tunnel with a large group of other people. These are the residents. A woman’s voice in an earpiece hurriedly clues you in with an apology. I apologize; I had not planned to introduce you this way, but we are low on time. Please proceed down the hallway. For everyone else, coming in is much the same. The instruction goes out to head to designated areas immediately, where companion bots will escort the residents of Etraya down into the depths, the area beneath where much the same is explained.  ⏵ disrobing ⏴ The tunnel eventually opens directly into the foreroom of an expansive library, painted in marvelous hues and patterns with skylights far above. There are wizards milling about, bearded and holding tomes, quietly chatting amongst themselves. The reception area of the library has tall ceilings with equally tall doors Before you get too caught up in the scenery, a voice directs you forward. A gentleman, hunched and bespeckled craws out. "Make a line! Make a line, everyone! You cannot enter the library dressed as you are... Come forward and give me your name." The receptionist asks your given name and then hands over a box from underneath his counter. You can give him any name you want, he doesn’t seem to mind. It is tied with a tagged ribbon- labeling it accordingly. “The _____ robe of _______.”
As you read what the contents of the box may be, they form inside- Looking and behaving as your character expects them to. After all, magic is all in the wielder’s mind. Don your robes and enter the library.  ⏵ unfamiliar familiars ⏴ For those without a familiar (like one hatched from an egg not too long ago) you may borrow one from the library counter. They all have strengths and weaknesses, but they will all assist in the very important mission. As you roam the library, they will make little indications that you are closer or further from finding a piece of the pearl.
 ⏵ the task at hand ⏴ With robes donned and creature in hand, you must now complete your mission. Find the pieces of the shattered pearl. As you enter the library, you may notice that it’s all very dim. There’s oil lamps around the place that may be moved with you to assist in your journey if your robes do not already emit light. Break off and search the library. There is a directory at the front to point guests to all the different sections.
Each section looks enough like the last, though the books within have immense power. Pick up the wrong book, and you might conjure a dragon or a historical figure! You must persist and avoid making too much noise or breaking too many things. Or else the Librarian, a tall mass of knotted fabric will confiscate your robe and usher you back outside. Your name will be struck from the list, and you must pick a new one to re-enter the library to continue the search. You can try to fight back against him- he may be set alight with the lamp. But should you be starting fires in here? Any thread with 15 comments between you and another may be submitted to find a piece of the pearl. There are 20 pieces altogether, and we will determine if the mission was successful by March 28th. A post will go live on the OOC comm for this! This mission occurs out of time, similar to how the spaceship had. Meaning, those currently in game can experience these events any time between now, and March 14th. Please direct all questions to our mod queries comment! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
josh will never know peace from qq being the worst lol
Not that Quentin has any interest in discussing how he lost his custom specs. In fact he is intensely uninterested in talking about anything remotely related to the fall of Krakoa, including but not limited to getting his last beautiful nearly-perfect husk body desecrated, eviscerated, and decapitated by Sabretooth and his goons. So Quentin eyes Foley warily at first, briefly debates how likely it is that he'll actually bring up any of the changes, and ultimately decides it's not worth the risk.
Time to completely ignore what Josh and divert to the simple fact that he said something. Quentin spreads his arms grandly in an all-too-smarmy gesture.]
Ah, Foley! Just the guy I want to see. [Except not at all. But also kinda. What moron would pass up having an Omega level healer around ever??]
Will you please tell this gentleman that us Omegas are above all this magic idiocy?
[Operation "Intentionally Obtuse as a Smoke Screen for (Probably Pretty Obvious) Insecurities" is go!]
staring into the camera like hes on the office
but he's already in it because he spoke up. ]
[ he rests a hand on his hip, his blank eyes quickly giving quentin the once over - making a small mental note of the differences. ]
If he's making us put the robes on he probably has a reason for it? Like I dunno, maybe they're like magical spacesuits? That we need to survive in there?
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Josh.
Be a bro, Josh!!
Quentin slumps dramatically.]
Come on, whatever happened to mutant solidarity? You don't even die!
[He sighs and shakes his head. So disappointing.]
Hey, how about you put on the dumb LARP costume, and I stay out here and just, you know. Tag along telepathically. Eh? You pull off the whole "fantasy" aesthetic better than me. [This sounds like a compliment. It's not.]
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[ the smart thing to do would actually be to agree, and go in and handle whatever needs handling himself. it would be significantly less of a headache and probably quicker.
but doing the leg work while quentin tags along and gets his way again? no, no way. not happening. ]
I'm Elixir of Krakoa, [ josh jerks a thumb back towards the telepath ] he's Kid Omega.
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[Quentin says, as though they've had basically any interaction outside of, you know, telling the Five precisely which hair follicles to include on his next body. He throws his hands in the air in utter dismay. Betrayal! Shock and horror!
Notably, he is not arguing the fact that he owes Foley. He's just not acknowledging it either.
The receptionist hands over the robes hurriedly, clearly glad to be rid of Quentin and his nonsense. Quentin, meanwhile, swipes the stupid box without so much as a "thank you" and immediately looks at the tag, which reads Keen Robe of Melodies.]
Oh, nice work, Foley! What am I supposed to do with this? Play Zelda's Lullaby to raise the water levels?
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... but the creeping robe of observation is kind of pushing that. josh holds it out at arms length, nose wrinkling. it... looks like a wizard robe. a black wizard robe, with little cloudy swirls at the bottom to make it look more magic. like, the sort straight out lord of the rings. the movies, of course, this is not a man who reads. ]
I am cool when I'm not, y'know, kidnapped and the world's not allegedly in danger. [ he'd pretend to be surprised by quentin's lack of urgency, but frankly josh's general alarm and urgency had made him the odd man out in his x-force team. ] Put it on and I'll, like, fix your roots or something.
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[He glances briefly at Josh's robe as he skulks away from the reception desk and peers distrustfully at the unopened box with his own.]
Ugh, got some kind of perception bullshit. I can't override it—god, I hate magic—but I can—hold on... [He scrunches his eyes closed for a few seconds. Okay, just gotta rearrange some stuff in his brain, put this here, that there, and...] There.
[He opens the box and pulls out a white leather duster with dramatic pink accents and a few music notes embroidered along the bottom. More Final Fantasy than Lord of the Rings, but definitely a type of "wizard" garb. Quentin curls his lip at it distastefully.]
Eh, could be worse.
[He dumps the robe unceremoniously on the ground and sloughs off his uniform jacket, folding it carefully into the empty box and muttering about layering and fashion.]
If my jacket gets stolen while we're in there, you're buying me a new one.