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Post by Professor H. Talhoffer on Mar 22, 2011 16:23:29 GMT
Cool, let's go.
[begins rowing]
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Post by jokester on Mar 22, 2011 16:39:36 GMT
The band arrives at the island without being at all accosted, which of course is highly suspicious given their track record but there you go. Still no signs of life, unless you count those few unexplained lights. No signs of any other buildings anywhere either, which is also unusual, but then, you can't see the whole island from here so maybe this is just a particularly rural patch...
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Post by Professor H. Talhoffer on Mar 22, 2011 17:42:35 GMT
"Ok, weapons out everyone." I shall now use the waveform extrapolation matrix to discern weather there are any lifeforms of complexity 6 or higher, excluding our party, within a five mile radius.
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Post by jokester on Mar 22, 2011 19:48:13 GMT
Talhoffer gets as far as instructing his device to "discern weather -" and is immediately cut off by the waveform extrapolation matrix proclaiming loudly, "Cloudy with a chance of rain."
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Post by Professor H. Talhoffer on Mar 22, 2011 21:41:49 GMT
Sigh. Now repeat, replacing "weather" with "whether"...
And besides, the waveform extrapolation matrix is not a device, it is a complex set of formulae. How can calculations 'proclaim loudly'?
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Post by Snowfire on Mar 23, 2011 1:37:29 GMT
Spelling is important my friend.
"Tink, Hod, would you like me to change your forms?" I ask, switching back to my original female illusion.
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Post by Professor H. Talhoffer on Mar 23, 2011 1:39:00 GMT
"Indeed. Even within one's own head, evidently..."
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Post by jokester on Mar 23, 2011 1:47:41 GMT
Rule of Funny. Above all else. If a matrix sees an opportunity for a joke, it will become sentient and capable of speaking to pull it off. Why are you not getting this yet? I gave you a textbook!!!!!
Anyway, yes there are complex lifeforms nearby. But the results are kinda screwed up, so you can't tell anything more.
"Nah," Hod smiles, showing off his pointy teeth. "If I'da wanted ta be inconspicuous Id'a loyned ta speak in a more conventional accent." Tink tinkles what may or may not be agreement.
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Post by Professor H. Talhoffer on Mar 23, 2011 1:58:48 GMT
"Hmmm... How odd. Shall we knock?"
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Post by Snowfire on Mar 23, 2011 5:22:18 GMT
"If you want."
What does this place look like to my reality and magic senses?
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Post by jokester on Mar 23, 2011 15:41:15 GMT
Aha, a very good question. There's definitely magic inside it - of a kind, at least. But it isn't magic like your own. It's been changed somehow. And in terms of reality, it's... unsettling. The building is a perfectly normal part of reality, and everything inside it is a perfectly normal part of reality. But it's almost like there's something inside the stuff inside the building, and that's the bit that's weird.
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Post by Professor H. Talhoffer on Mar 23, 2011 15:44:43 GMT
That's a little unsettling...
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Post by Snowfire on Mar 23, 2011 23:12:18 GMT
Oy! Stop creating sensory connections between our characters! You know what will happen if you do!
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Post by Professor H. Talhoffer on Mar 23, 2011 23:20:38 GMT
Sorry, that was meant to be out of character. Alas, the laws of this world are so damn flexible.
Anyway, what happened after we knocked?
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Post by Snowfire on Mar 23, 2011 23:23:04 GMT
Well, it's called Diversity for a reason Also, you never actually knocked, you just asked if we should
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Post by Professor H. Talhoffer on Mar 23, 2011 23:48:30 GMT
In that case... [knocks].
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Post by Snowfire on Mar 24, 2011 0:05:09 GMT
I'm just going to back away a little now
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Post by jokester on Mar 24, 2011 0:33:18 GMT
A hatch in the door opens and a blindingly-bright white light shines out for a second or two. Then it leaves and is replaced by a pair of normal-looking blue eyes.
The door is opened a second later, revealing a huge, luxurious-but-empty hall. There's a small woman in a white dress/robe/thing and some borderline-emo levels of eyeshadow standing in the doorway.
"Hello," she smiles, somehow managing to convey a sense of melodrama in a single word. "Can I help you?"
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Post by Professor H. Talhoffer on Mar 24, 2011 0:48:05 GMT
"Umm, yes. Could you tell us where we are, please?"
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Post by jokester on Mar 24, 2011 1:01:31 GMT
"Why, you're on the doorstep at the moment. I can assure you it's much nicer inside. This is the Holloway Academy, my dears. I'm afraid there's nobody here right now except for the Glee Club, but you're welcome to any help we can offer."
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Post by Snowfire on Mar 24, 2011 3:07:28 GMT
OOC: Oh you absolutely magnificent bastard!
I start to work out in my head how much in the way of explosives it would take to bring down the entire building at once.
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Post by jokester on Mar 24, 2011 13:54:49 GMT
In a trope-heavy world, there was bound to be one somewhere, even if it were something of a meta-example...
And that is a lot of explosives.
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Post by Snowfire on Mar 24, 2011 19:23:45 GMT
OOC: Good thing I have a lot of explosives.
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Post by jokester on Mar 24, 2011 20:59:57 GMT
You know, out of character you don't really. Just sayin'.
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Post by Snowfire on Mar 24, 2011 21:47:32 GMT
Oh shut up.
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Post by Snowfire on Mar 25, 2011 1:06:54 GMT
"Do you happen to have a science department we could borrow? And maybe world map?"
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Post by jokester on Mar 25, 2011 1:10:52 GMT
The woman smiles, and flourishes slowly and dramatically inside.
"We do indeed. Come in. I shall show you the way."
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Post by Snowfire on Mar 25, 2011 1:21:12 GMT
I follow, carefully.
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Post by Professor H. Talhoffer on Mar 26, 2011 21:32:45 GMT
Likewise.
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Post by jokester on Mar 28, 2011 14:19:06 GMT
The woman leads the team through several corridors that all look basically the same, up and down staircases seemingly at random, until eventually they begin to realise they're probably lost. They still haven't seen any people - although there have been occasional sounds from some of the rooms they passed. Oddly, if this is currently inhabited only by a Glee club, no-one has heard any singing yet. Indeed, the door they are passing now sounds like people are swordfighting behind it. Of course, it could just be that the Glee club contains several members who are also in the fencing club, or something.
"It's just down these stairs," the woman says, indicating the stone steps now in front of the party. Hod raises an eyebrow at Xylia. Wotri inches closer to Talhoffer, mumbling something about this place giving him the creeps.
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