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maskormenacelogs2019-10-21 06:31 pm
cantgetanyworse) wrote in maskormenacelogs2019-10-21 06:31 pm
[OPEN]
WHO: Jane Porter & YOU(????)
WHERE: The Dwemer Ruins, inside & outside
WHEN: During event (can work around when people want to show up!)
WHAT: Exploring, because Jane never really learns her lesson about not getting herself into trouble.
WARNINGS: None yet!
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i. outside
ii. it's a trap!
iii. that's no statue
iv. the oculory
WHERE: The Dwemer Ruins, inside & outside
WHEN: During event (can work around when people want to show up!)
WHAT: Exploring, because Jane never really learns her lesson about not getting herself into trouble.
WARNINGS: None yet!
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i. outside
[Even before she enters the large, brassy-coloured door she's already scribbling notes and gasping softly at the sheer scale of the thing. She takes the odd rubbing here, the odd sketch there, measuring the width of the door with her hand (wider than the full span, thumb to forefinger), and then...
Then, she dithers, because although she came here fully prepared for an adventure - sensibly dressed, wearing strong shoes, with some supplies - she does have the self-control to at least temporarily second-guess the idea of venturing into a place like this entirely unaccompanied. Who knows what might be in there!
But then... who knows what might be in there?]
Alright, Miss Porter. [She says, straightening her rucksack across her shoulders.] Let's go and see what all the hullabaloo's about.
ii. it's a trap!
[So far, so good. It's difficult to open the doors on her own, but she's been managing to create gaps just wide enough for her to slip her slim frame through. Her initial eager scratching of pencil to paper has turned to simple, mute wonder at the magnitude of the place the further she's walked down into it, through wide stone halls lined with heavy, steaming pipes and down shallow ramps and staircases.
She pauses at the top of a particular set of stairs. There's a strange track running down the centre of it, and it's enough to have her pursing her lips and taking a step back. Not so reckless as to take on something so suspicious without due care but not wanting to turn around either, she creeps her way forwards and presses close to the wall, inching along carefully.
Then, a click, a clunk, and a dreadful swooshing sound and suddenly there are blades emerging from inside the stairs, spinning an all too deadly path towards her.
Jane does what any sensible person would do in that situation.]
Oh, dear. [She says, then she lets out a strangled shriek and bolts down the rest of the way, certain that any moment she's going to feel the dreadful things across the back of her legs.
But she's faster than the old steam-powered trap and makes it away unscathed. The blades retract, relative silence falling once again, just in time for her to see another person reach the top of the ramp.]
Ah, be careful!
iii. that's no statue
[She's found herself in a large room full of hissing and distant clunking. The sounds of the ruins have mostly faded into the background by now, and she takes a seat on one of the stone benches to have a break and munch thoughtfully on an apple she'd had stowed away in her rucksack.]
Maybe some kind of meeting hall... or a place of worship?
[Come to think of it, she's seen nothing at all down here to suggest that whoever or whatever lived here worshipped any kind of deity at all.]
Probably a meeting hall. They could have orated from up there... [She allows herself a giddy little smile, though it fades as she notices something - another noise over the hisssss-clunk-hiss rhythm of the ancient machinery.
A kind of strange... rolling, scuttling noise.]
... What is that..?
iv. the oculory
[It is, in the end, the reward for her exploring (as far as she's concerned). A button pressed, a deep pit of spiral stairs opened, and she had ventured carefully down into the silent darkness that it offered.
Below, she'd entered a large, open room and she had gasped. Sunlight somehow managed to make its way here, filtering through large panes of green glass suspended on brassy supports over what might have once been a map... now too faded and worn to be read at all (though she tries, regardless).]
An orrery? [She has to wonder out loud, excitement and wonder gathering in her chest like a tangible, solid thing. Jane wonders, then she shakes her had.] No-- no, this isn't a planetary system-- Oh, goodness.
[The remoteness of it and the initially sealed door have left the place safe from the machines roaming the halls above her (something to think about while she's trying to leave, but not just yet) and Jane seats herself in this place for some time, making sketches and notes or simply enjoying the peaceful aura that it gives off.
At least, until she hears movement by the door.]
Oh-- if you're one of those horrible spider things again, I'm going to--
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[A little dark humor for their journey. He takes up the rear, mostly because he feels like she's the type that wouldn't take too well to protecting her by standing between her and the unknown.
He can see in the dark; they should be fine.]
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He might have decided to let her take point, but while they walk she continually turns around and walks backwards to speak to him. Her fascination with the place comes through in almost every comment being about something she sees on the walls, or in the pipework, or a chest placed against a wall that's obviously a trap.]
... You can see the pressure plate, right in front of it. Do you see?
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I can.
[And with that, he tosses a large stone--larger than a pebble but not large enough to be called a rock onto the pressure plate to trip it. The top of the chest flies open, and a barrage of arrows shoots out harmlessly in the opposite direction from the one they're currently standing in.]
We should be safe to continue now.
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But if that's the case, then why.]
Ooh. [She claps politely to his successful attempt in setting off the trap, and moves towards it to kneel down in front of the chest.]
Hmm, locked. [Her fingers spread over the top of it, and she looks to Kirk again.] Do you know how to pick locks?
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I'm pretty sure it's an unspoken rule that you can't live in Gotham without knowing how to commit b&e.
[Of course, he doesn't have his tools with him. Left those in his other pants. Instead, he glances around again and finds something long enough to jab in there. It's not pretty, and it takes far too long for his liking, but he eventually succeeds in breaking it open.]
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She watches eagerly while he works on the lock, all but leaning into his arm with her hands clasped together in front of her chest. When it finally opens, she makes a small noise of triumph.]
Ooh! Let's see--
[And the box slides open relatively easily now. She dips her hand inside, drawing out a couple of small gemstones, and--]
What on earth is a potato doing in a chest like this?
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Admittedly, he does crane his neck somewhat to get a better view of the treasure inside the moment Jane goes through it. He's not immune to living, after all...]
Maybe it was left by aliens, and because they found the potato buried in the ground they thought it must be worth something.
[A very, very bad joke.]