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Who: Mosley (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
complices), England (unionjackoff) and some surprise guests.
When: OOC: 1/6, IC: 5/3 at 10 PM
Where: The research tower, where nothing ever bad happens ever.
What: England's been hired by CERES as a Test Subject. They've finally come to collect.
Rating/Warning: Heavy gore and death. This log is the product of player and mod contact. Please feel free to contact the mods at any time if you would like to interact with the NPCs. We're always open!
[ At night, the research tower is a beaming beacon of light in the middle of a rather dark district. The surrounding buildings power down and with the medical facility and the police department being just a bit too far away, it leaves the tower as one of the only open buildings during the evening within a wide span of city blocks. To some, this is a reassuring sight. To others, it is not.
As scheduled with England, Mosley will be one of the lone figures in the lobby of the research tower this evening with most of the staff having gone home hours before. Instead of standing and waiting by the elevators as is typical of him, he is sitting on top of the reception desk, legs crossed and swinging underneath him as he waits. The only sound in the lobby is the slight buzzing of the lights overhead and the steady thump of his feet hitting the back of the desk. He seems to be busy with his CereVice.
The other figure in that lobby tonight is a reception-bot, sitting behind Mosley at the desk and staring straight at the door. Once in a while, it glances towards Mosley but otherwise keeps staring at the door. They both seem to be waiting for something. ]
complices), England (unionjackoff) and some surprise guests.When: OOC: 1/6, IC: 5/3 at 10 PM
Where: The research tower, where nothing ever bad happens ever.
What: England's been hired by CERES as a Test Subject. They've finally come to collect.
Rating/Warning: Heavy gore and death. This log is the product of player and mod contact. Please feel free to contact the mods at any time if you would like to interact with the NPCs. We're always open!
[ At night, the research tower is a beaming beacon of light in the middle of a rather dark district. The surrounding buildings power down and with the medical facility and the police department being just a bit too far away, it leaves the tower as one of the only open buildings during the evening within a wide span of city blocks. To some, this is a reassuring sight. To others, it is not.
As scheduled with England, Mosley will be one of the lone figures in the lobby of the research tower this evening with most of the staff having gone home hours before. Instead of standing and waiting by the elevators as is typical of him, he is sitting on top of the reception desk, legs crossed and swinging underneath him as he waits. The only sound in the lobby is the slight buzzing of the lights overhead and the steady thump of his feet hitting the back of the desk. He seems to be busy with his CereVice.
The other figure in that lobby tonight is a reception-bot, sitting behind Mosley at the desk and staring straight at the door. Once in a while, it glances towards Mosley but otherwise keeps staring at the door. They both seem to be waiting for something. ]
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I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise but tonight, it's less about you as a person and more so needing a body to fill in for something. When I explain to you and your fellow residents that there are certain things that occur on this planet that you don't need to involve yourself in, I mean it with my whole being. To keep Tellus, and by extension Cerealia, as stable as it is, there are certain things CERES has to constantly do in the background to keep things afloat. It's part of my job.
Now, the need for secrecy is important here. There's a certain practice native to this planet and the... well, I'll call them what they call themselves -- Gods -- have asked us to uphold in exchange for our living here. We didn't for quite some time because of... a variety of different reasons. Lack of volunteers, lack of acceptable volunteers, the entire practice being distasteful. That kind of thing. In turn, we kept their Bridge here so they would be incapable of demanding what they had been.
[ And now, he looks kind of annoyed. The monotone breaks then and he actually does sound peeved. ]
Of course, with her being free once more and you're part to blame for that, Mr England, they're demanding what they feel owed. Now, we have to give into their demands or they'll do something irrational like flood the colony and kidnap everyone again. I don't want that to happen, nor should you, which is why your offer comes at the best time for both of us!
[ He stops then, thinking over what he just said. ]
Oh, I suppose I didn't give you an actual answer, did I? Well, to put it to a point. The Bridge and her rag tag group of idiots wants us to do something for them because we're living here. If we don't do it, they'll kill everyone because no, they are not benevolent and as trustworthy as everyone seems to think. I've seen those shrines! Why do you think we leave them there? Because if we touch them, bad things will happen. Ugh.
Either way, we need you to solve our problem and we will pay you lots of money for helping us. Does that sound good, Mr Engand?
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[of all the things Mosley could have answered with, England was not expecting this. What even was this? He listens, dumbfounded, eyes growing wider with each new revelation. Briefly, he is reminded of his conversation with Chibi and the ghosts, and how CERES is proving themselves to be involved with more than just science. This... This is kind of getting out of hand.
For a moment, England feels numb. He's drawing his own conclusions, and they are not good ones. Not that he ever thought they would be. He knew this whole ordeal wouldn't be good.
It takes him a moment to realize that Mosley is asking him a question, and he returns from his daze. So many questions to ask, where does he start? When he speaks, his voice is tight] Are you suggesting... A sacrifice?
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Well, that's a bit jumping the firearm but I suppose that's what typically happens in other universes, yes?
[ He lifts a hand to show a small gap between his pointer finger and thumb. ]
A tiny one. Don't worry, it'll be as quick as I can make it.