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Re: Interactive Story - LARP/MMORG for the whole CofI to join in, if you like or dare

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In a decidedly starfish manner, Ben creeps over and begins to pull at the Lid of one of the Coffins... his primb limb is stil focused on interaction with the substance...

He slowly begins to ramp up pull on the lid...
 
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The substance around his other feet seems to continue to be spongy allowing slowed movement, as if he was walking in a marsh. Ben exerts his full force lift up the lid which seems heavier than it would have seemed before revealing:
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OOC:I rolled for the past eight days;7,5,6,4,9,10,3,5

Zeke tries to make sense of the voices and tries to contact them.He is seriously trying to get himself free from this goo now,and defenitely trying to avert his eyes away from the light.
 
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The more Zeke tries to fail the tighter the bonds wrap around him. After a while of averting his eyes from the light. The light diminishes and winks out. He relaxes his mind and body further and there is a feeling of utter weightless. This is suddenly compounded a feeling that something is moving under his flesh. When he looks down something indeed has entered his leg and is moving up toward his crouch.
OOC: I will trust you apply suitable modifications to your character sheet. I like to trust my players to make the rolls off the board and role play the results.
 
I begin to search the Coffin's interior with one perception, while the other two work it. He sees A person (who is known as Zeke.) He adjusts his Voder

OOC: Feel Free to help out, other PCs! I am feeling like I am the only one participating in this besides ol' Zeke. It really says something about human motivation when the Hiver is calling the shots in a game.
 
OOC: Yes, please, other players come in join the action! Not sure how Ben is seeing Zeke, as he another part of the ship...
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The lids of the coffin are suspended by a grav field. The skeletons show that both were male, human and very old. There are numerious small lacerations along the torso and leg bones indicating that perhaps they were tied there for again very long time. Examination of the skull finds holes at the base where a strange interface has been placed like nothing he has ever seen before.
 
Zeke has always considered himself a strong willed and rational man,but this situation is beginning to play hard on his sanity!Verbally,he starts to call out to whom ever."WHAT DO YOU WANT WITH ME!WHO ARE YOU?please....."He begins to weep as he feels so terribly alone and lost in his own mind.He quits struggling and tries to relax but all of his instincts tell him that he is in danger of losing his life,and his training and spirit won't let him give up.He continues to try excaping.
 
BEn continues to try to control or interact with the thing, while continuing to examine the bones.. He tries to remember in the confusion on how to reform the chair, what he did to do it...
 
OOC: I need a brief summary recap of what is going on... I have reread the past posts, but sort of need a "AS we last left our Heroes..." sort of thing to happen, so we can refocus.
 
"Hiver!Hear me please!I'm in need of your help and that of your companions.My team will help as well,and when we get through this we'll help you all get away from the baron.Just tell my seargent DRAW THE SWORD!he'll understand and he'll help you.Please hurry!"Zeke desperately focuses his thoughts trying to project to the Hiver,hoping he can make contact and convince the non-human to help.He then relaxes andstops struggling against his bonds,in hopes of get them to leasen their grip so he can breath a lillte.
 
Mind returns abruptly. Darkness, a thick inkiness more than physically tangible. Weird. Nothing like in training.
Remember. Think! The last remnants of the blocker-beaters still swirling around in the spinal fluids, fake neurons still popping randomly. A chemical entity in it's death throes. Out of it. Oh what a vacation...

Y... No. P... Pan.. Panth... Panthera...? Panthera sighs and relaxes, focuses the returning Mind, and listens to her surroundings, letting her renewed senses reach out into the strange, pinguid darkness....


OOC: good point for a situational recap? Nice to be back guys!
 
OOC: Update contained here, I will endeavour to do these on a monthly basis

Ref says: Ben is drawn between two extremes a corridor in which he can hear a muffled voice across the room...which would mean transversing across the floor, whose structure just absorbed Julianne or the potential deadly climbing in the "coffins". The gravity supports for the coffins are beginning to descend and the strange interface is winking in gloom of the room.

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Zeke remains suspended in the webbing. The more he struggles the more the bonds seem to tighten. The box in which the blinding light emanated from has turned once again a shade of red resembling blood. A low dull throbbing sound can be heard emanating from it.

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Owen shakes Panthera by the shoulders, "Panthera, what's wrong, you went all spacey again."

Panthera is fascinated by the intricate flashing lights they seem to be conveying a deeper message than something completely random.

Ditzie comments something about the lack of C4 when you need it.

The iris between Ben and the rest of the company is firmly shut and a translucent gluttonous film begins covering almost as scab covers over a wound. The object would seem like it is healing itself.
 
Panthera opens her eyes wide.

"Owen. Hi. Sorry about that - too many stims in my blood along with all that lactic acid. I'm back now"

Panthera stands and stretches langorously, flexing every finger and arching her back. Good to be back in charge. She makes a fist with both hands and rotates her wrists, examining the interplay of light and shadow over her muscles and tendons. She reaches down and picks up the nearest weapon. (OOC: a web-slinger I spose, unless there's any other stuff lying about - didn't Julianne have an SMG at one point?)

She turns to the others. It seems to them that there's a new air of purpose and confidence in her that wasn't there before they entered the anomaly.

"So what you reckon the pretty lights mean? They ain't random that's for sure. Anyone got a handcomp to analyse the patterns?"

Then she turns to face down the corridor, into the welcoming darkness.

"Benny's trapped back there. No entry back through that scab. Guess we go this way. Oh, by the way, I reckon there's someone else in here with us, so stay sharp."

Ok cut off from the Primary, not good. Babysit these sleepyheads for now. There's always ways and means, if necessary. Secondary is acquired, though with unfriendlies outside. Shouting will do no good, and a terminal solution in case things go awry would be nice, but beggars can't be choosers. And it could be much worse. Now, maybe this place is alive...

OOC: new image of Panthera on the Technical Thread
 
OOC: That rocks, Klaus!

Ben scans his poor comrade as she is absorbed, trying se if she yet lives...

If this machine is controlled by emotion, Whose?
he thinks to himself. Are my Hiver Emotions suited for this, or is it to be adapted to "them" and humans? What could it be for? Who built it? It seems to adapt to any bio form, and so its builders must be of some cosmopolitan society.

Ben pours over the surfaces... examining each and seeing if taking samples is possible. His springblade snaps forward as he tries to scratch off a little bit of everything from the walls, coffin, floor. Tiny amounts will do. There is no need to destroy this device.

He forms a holo-viewer before him and keys in his friends, if he can, on the group's channel...

"Pantera. Owen. Report. I am alone here. My curiosity about the device has trapped me. Tending to Juli. I am not sure that she is alive. What is your status, repeat, What is your status? Strange. I sort of like it in here. Any sign of that insane Count or his men?"
 
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Panthera dumps a vial of pills down her throat. Her face suddenly body suddenly undergoes massive convulsions and she begins to thrash about on the floor and starts moaning something in an unknown tongue. Pech, amir, surat, tash ka, Ia, Pech amir surat, tash ka Ia..." her eyes turn white and suddenly she screams then laps again into the above mentioned chant.

Owen reaches into her medical kit searching for something to counteract, what he believes to be a bad trip. Finding an adrenaline hypo stabs her heart. This causes Panthera to shake even more violently.

Ditzie wraps her head in-between her legs and mutters, "Bad trip, bad trip, bad trip."

The lights in the webbing turn purple and then red. A gust of air seems to becoming from in front of them. The whole object shakes violently then subsides. There is a sound like air slowly leaking away.

OOC: No Julianne never had a SMG, only the soldiers had fusion weapons but they are on the outside.
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Juli has been completely absorbed by the floor. Before being absorbed her injuries were too severe to be treated with anything but bandages and foam to treat burns.

Nothing but static emanates from the group channel. The voice continues to be faint from the corridor across the room.

Scrapping the walls, particles no larger than a Terran lightning bug (and similar in appearance) come off and dances around in the container before winking out forming some sort of carbonate residue on the bottom of the container.

The floor sample has properties akin to the globular that move up and down a lava lamp. They seem to move independently without any sort of medium up and down the container.

The coffins seem impervious to any amount of scraping. There is a hissing sound and Ben notices a yellowish gas is coming from holes in the base of the coffin...meanwhile the lids continues to descend.

Tiny shoots of organic-like material, akin to a vine coming out of the ground. Taking a sample of this causes the vine to momentarily halt then regrow another through Browning movement. The sample in the container like the wall "bugs" seems to possess independent action for a while then also becomes a carbonate residue.

All the time, it seems like walls & ceiling are made from the same material that was revealing in the earlier scan. A form that is somehow between matter and plasma strung together along a single atom.

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As Zeke relaxes, the bonds also loosen. An insect, akin to what he saw earlier buzzes by. This time he manages to get a close look at the "eyes" like many insects there are thousands of "eyes" but the difference with this one is the eyes form a matrix of different colours flashing. As he reaches out and tries to communicate, the "insect" buzzes away. He suddenly feels the whole device shake violently. This allows him for a moment to free his legs. Looping back around, he tries to reach for his blade but it falls to the ground in which it sticks before being absorbed by the floor. The cube now undergoes some more changes in colour before returning to a blood red. A sound of shattering metal against metal can be heard.

Right in front of Zeke a large obsidian blade appears in between his eyes then departs just as quick, somehow, levitating unable to discern whether this was illusion or something real. A projected illusion by psionic means is possible or it could have been real...
 
"Iaolqians, Iaolqians, Iaolqians. IARONAD!"

Panthera is in a feotal ball, her arms to her head, the heels of her hands pressing hard into her eyes.

"Nosfera niasyan iasienschtr. DIAPHOVA!"

Panthera's voice rises to a shriek

"TIENSHANSIAOLAQ!"

Then she goes limp and relaxes, lying still. Her eyes are open but only the whites are visible.

Ditzie leans in. Panthera's skin is ashen and covered in sweat. Listening close Ditzie can still hear quiet mumbling but can't make anything out. The muscles are relaxed but still a little bit twitchy.

"Funt!," declares the precocious weapons expert, looking fearfully around at the walls of this thing their all in. "I wanna big gun."

Owen looks on helplessly. This went pear-shaped hours ago. It's all he can do just to keep recording. Something about the pattern of lights as picked up on his holocamera's viewfinder....
 
Get ahold of yourself Rhodes! this is not the end of your life.Think!You can figure this out.Your smart ! You have to stop giving up. As physical resistance failed,Zeke tries to approach this imprisonment from a different direction.Focusing his thoughts on cooperating and trying to understand the Entity which is his captor."Just tell me what you want me to do,and I'll try to help you.I'don't wish to be your enemy,but I cna't understand you,the way your trying to communicate with me now.I'm not even sure if you can understand me,but I want to help!
 
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