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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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and the thing is... England feels bad about it. he barely knows Mosley, and has only really dealt with him on a business level. to find out he's sick and dying when England thought he was a robot... well, it's sad. and England doesn't know how to fix what little of a relationship they had. he's not the type to beg for forgiveness, and even if he was, he's certain that would not work.
so he'll continue to keep his mouth shut and instead focus on what is possibly going to happen to him next]
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After a moment, he checks his watch, stills, and then speeds up the golf cart. They have to pick up the pace. ]
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and oh, they've sped up. it's just as well, probably should get this awkward ride over with]
I wonder what sorts of animals live down here. [he's mostly musing to himself aloud, seeing if Mosley will talk to him again]
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Rats. Worms. Parasites. Try not to let anything bite you, we haven't created enough vaccines yet.
[ Drive, drive, drive! ]
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So no gigantic mole aliens, huh? What a let-down. [he's back to his light tone] You know, back when I was living on earth, I would have sworn up and down that aliens didn't exist. It was quite the eye-opener, coming here, seeing them on a regular basis.
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What in the world are moles? Wait, don't answer that. I'll look it up.
[ He does look to England at the alien part, looking a tiny bit confused. ]
Why wouldn't you believe they exist?
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I just didn't. Probably because I couldn't see them. [he sounds... sheepish as he admits this] Back in my world, I was so busy taking care of myself and my people, I didn't have time to think about life on other planets. And now that I'm here...
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It's easier to believe in something once you see it with your own my eyes. My people believed the only thing you could trust were your own thoughts and your own senses. Everything else fell by the wayside. It isn't a bad way to live, Mr England.
[ They're coming to normal ground now, turning from the mineshaft to a small tunnel that is... mostly rock? Rock with weeds growing out of the cracks in the wall. Lit torches line the walls as they pass and Mosley seems satisfied. They continue driving. ]
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I certainly seemed to think it wasn't. [England looks around again, interested in the new tunnel] I was still fascinated by other worlds and the possibility of alternate timelines and universes, but I viewed those as stories. I think... If I am ever able to go back home... I'll be a much more open-minded person, because of what I've seen here.
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Well, that's if you remember it, of course.
[ Now, why in that world is that thought so funny to Mosley? ]
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Why... wouldn't I?
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You really thought CERES would let you keep those memories for free? You have to buy the rights first, Mr. England.
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[ He just shrugs. Business is business. ]
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ugh. what a mess. he rolls his eyes a bit, annoyed, but not angry. yet]
And how much are our memories of Cerealia going to cost us?
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[ Then Mosley makes a noise and the noise seems like a happy one. There's one last final turn at the end of their tunnel and Mosley takes it before they turn into -- ]
▶ CHECKPOINT FINAL.SAV
. . . CONTINUING SACRIFICE.EXE. . .
[ It's a large cave with a high ceiling and it's deep, deep underground, the walls are overrun with dead vines and the entire places smells quite earthy but seems otherwise undisturbed. England and Mosley enter the room from the front and across from them a large stone altar sits up on a stage accessible by the parallel set of stairs on each side of it. There are torches going around the room in a circle, lighting the whole place up and the altar is surrounded by candles, also already lit. On top of the altar there is a small stack of wooden bowls and some items wrapped in brown cloth waiting on the slab for them. If England looks up, he'll see a hole at the very top of the cave where they can, somehow from as far down underground as they are, see the full moon.
Mosley parks the golf cart with little fuss before stepping off of it and looking around the room. He checks his watch again, 11:46, and frowns just slightly. Then, after a moment, he takes off his suit jacket. It leaves him in just his white shirt and black tie and he sets the jacket down on the seat of his golf cart before moving to his sleeve cuffs. ]
You should get on the stage while we wait for her. Also, strip.
[ It seems like it's not just going to be them here. Mosley starts to walk over to the stage too, focused mostly on folding up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. The skin under there is even paler than the rest of him, hairless too and it looks paper thin. If England looks close enough, he'll see small veins of bright CERES blue light up under Mosley's skin in a way that is definitely not terribly human. Now, they're getting to the good part. ]
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now that he is actually facing his own death? it's overwhelming, the sheer terror he feels. he stays put in the golf cart for a few moments, to look at the rest of his surroundings, at the candles, the bowls, finally the full moon.
Mosley's voice is dulled by his heart beating in his ears.
he finally manages to pull himself up and out of the cart, hands slowly moving to remove his cardigan. he can't back out now. he signed up for this. and it was for the good of the colony. besides, he wouldn't be dead long, right? CERES would bring him back. it would only hurt for a little while...]
Her...?
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At most, take off your top. I'm not going to do anything below the belt but I need to be able to get to your chest.
[ He says this as he reaches for the brown cloth, unwrapping what's inside it to reveal a dagger. He inspects it for a moment and the moonlight seems to glint off of the bone before Mosley checks his watch again. 11:49. ]
Damnit, we need to start soon. Her, as in the Bridge. You didn't think it would just be us, did you? Get on the table when you're done.
[ He may seem a little rushed now that they're here but hey, they're on a tight schedule. ]
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his heart finally stops beating loudly so that he can hear Mosley. the Bridge is coming. he doesn't know why he is surprised. honestly, he didn't know what to expect. he didn't ask a bunch of questions about this because he was trying to be brave. now he's walking up the stairs after Mosley in a daze.
when he's close enough to eye the dagger, England swallows the lump that is catching in his throat. then he will sit on the table as Mosley requested]
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We need to draw blood by midnight. She needs to be here to witness it. We'll be fine if she shows up now but honestly, it's as if she acts like she has something better to do.
[ There's a small snap of twigs from the entrance of the cave and Mosley looks up. Is it The Bridge? ... Yes. The timing is great but Mosley only looks more displeased. He snatches up the dagger and wags it at her, his other hand moving to grab England's wrist and touch for his pulse. ]
Oh, great! Welcome to the party! It's not as if all of us have places to do and things to be!
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... Enough. I do not have to answer to you. You talk too much.
[ Another lingering glance on England. ]
He will... do.
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...reduced to human sacrifice... his pride won't allow him to be just any human sacrifice, though. he's going to be the best goddamn human sacrifice they've ever seen...!
or, you know. not. because that's kind of ridiculous, England]
Would you rather have someone else? [he's not too thrilled to be here, either]
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No. She doesn't. She's just a miserable old shrew. Don't worry, Mr. England, our deal stands -- just ignore her.
[ He holds the dagger loosely in his hand then and looks down at England's chest, giving a small frown. ]
... I should have made you shower, I think. Are you ready? Or do you have any other questions in these last... five minutes or so?
[ Meanwhile, The Bridge makes her way to them, giving Mosley an unimpressed look that stays even while she gets close enough. She won't stand next to Mosley but off to the side, rather, watching the whole thing from a distance. ]
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I... Suppose I have more questions. Only two, and they'll be quick.
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