station72 | [mission: hyrypia] hey kid wanna see a dead body

CHARACTERS: EVERYONE
WHERE: The Second Flight
WHEN: DAY :021 - DAY :022
SUMMARY: Leaving the Graze and flying over the Finger Maze. [insert Psycho music cue here]
WARNINGS: Corpses. Will update as necessary. Need a warning added? PM this account please!

HYRYPIA - THE SECOND FLIGHT
DAY :021

I. ALLLL ABOARD
THE SOUND OF HORNS has become familiar in your time on Hyrypia, but the low drone seems out of place here in the great open space of the main hall of the Second’s Flight. The space here is fantastically and beautifully ornate, the pale polished wood floors and rich dark paneling strangely reminiscent of sand and stone, loamy earth and some rich, dense forest not native to the arid lands of this planet. The space seems to dare the sky to claim it, acting out some daring violation of delivering the earth into the heavens. The twin heads of House Tyrisson are equally lavish both in their appearance and welcome. Two brothers, draped in elaborate pastel fabrics and glinting with enough metal accents to put the ornate robes of Seconds to shame, they trade a short speech back and forth between them:

"Once, our ancestors would have travelled the depths and turns of the Finger Maze in an effort to follow the footsteps of the First. Luckily, we don't live in such dangerous times; the gifts of the First and this planet we call home have allowed us to grow up out of our desperation. Consider this comfort our gift to you and enjoy your time on the Second Flight."

A band strikes up the moment the Tyrisson twins take their seats and you are left to your own devices. So much for living simply.

II. A MURDER MOST FOUL
A SCREAM PIERCES THE SILENCE of the saunas. The low sound of gently flowing water and the soft piped music seems to fade to nothing in the wake of the raw, terrified noise. Unsurprisingly, it draws immediate attention as a horrified Descendant practically falls into the arms of the servant that comes to his aid. The outburst is easily forgiven as word travels like lightning through the ship.

There has been a murder - or rather, two murders. Two bodies, damp with humidity and beginning to give of a distinctly unpleasant smell, have been found in one of the hot bath grottos. The mineral water they've been soaking in has reverted from a milky white to a terrible, blood rust brown.

And while it's unlikely that any Carbauschians were sharing the pool with them (robes make for unpleasant waders), the dryer albeit stiflingly hot areas of the conjoined saunas are such a communal meeting places that it wouldn't be out of the realm of imagination that one or two Hosts might be nearby… Regardless, news travels quickly and the chilly atmosphere that descends over the Second Flight is palpable. A horrific hunting accident is one thing, but murder? That's something else altogether.

HYRYPIA - THE SECOND FLIGHT
DAY :022

III. A SORDID AFFAIR
TO SAY that the atmosphere is somewhat tense is an understatement. It seems that everyone has something to say about the murders- but these things are said tersely, in whispers under the breath, with darting eyes and suspicious glances, and security- once hidden, secret- is now easily visible. They can be found at the entrance of each of the broad areas, patrolling down the paths that run alongside the outer walls of the Envoy’s cabins- never intruding, but ever present. Still, there seems to be an insistence that it will be dealt with by a member of the Tyrisson protectorate guard - Detective Savela, a hard-nosed, serious woman who seems not to want any assistance - and that the guests should continue to enjoy themselves. The bands still play, the games are ever present. Of course, those that are enterprising may wish to try poking around, instead.

IV. THE SHOW MUST GO ON
MURDER SCHMURDER-- In what's very clearly an effort to retain some sense of normalcy, an elaborate meal is served late on Day :022. The dishes are so complex that might as well be show pieces of their own, the music has an air of desperation, and the display of technomancy from a pair of Seconds is so delicate and ornate - centering almost entirely on a cloud of small metal coins that shifts shape constantly to illustrate scenes from the famous epic poem The Arion throughout the course of the dinner - that under any other circumstances it might be a singularly memorable moment.

Unfortunately, the palpable sense of suspicion between the envoy factions persists and the temper of the room is anything but celebratory. Late in the evening when most people have retired from the stifling atmosphere, a scuffle breaks out between some Meradan bodyguards and a clutch of Carpathan servants.

HYRYPIA - THE SECOND’S FLIGHT
DAY :023

V. A FAREWELL TO ARMS
THE ENGINES ever-present hum ticking down an octave is the first sign that the Flight has almost reached its destination. By the time the servants are politely knocking on the entrances of the berthings, the new dawn reveals that the cliffs and the winding passages of the Finger Maze have finally fallen behind the ship. The land here consists of rocky, relatively bare hills and is accented only with occasional short, sparse woody tree and straggly clumps of red grass. From somewhere in the distance, salt touches the wind. The Second Flight lands, setting gently down into the trough between two hills. Its now familiar gangplank extends, ready to send the Pilgrims again out onto the road.

((OOC Notes: This log covers days :021 and :022 on the Second Flight. A log will be posted for the walk on DAY :023 and the arrival at the Red Coast. Please be sure to review the MISSION: HYRYPIA ooc information to find setting information for the Second Flight. If you have any questions, please hit up either the mission's question thread, the FAQ or MOD CONTACT pages!))

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SECOND FLIGHT

[Leaving the ground was not a particularly pleasing moment for Seviilia, who had once again begun accustomed to being there. She found herself pining for the elin, however false of a simacrulum they might have been. But, being who she was and understanding the nature of things, she doesn't both to voice how disgruntled she is -- it will be evidence enough in the mental connection wafting between her and other's.

There was a lot to be said for comfort, but Seviilia was not feeling particularly comfortable. There is a distinct unpleasantness about her in the main hall -- more than usual, as her ears settled backwards under her many veils. The sound in the room was awful to her sensitive hearing, and she couldn't quite figure out why.]

( I don't suppose anyone else is feeling slightly claustrophobic? )

[That, of course, wasn't entirely true; Seviilia wasn't phobic of anything. However, she could recognize that it was probably closer to what others were feeling from her.]

MURDER

[The energy brought to the Second Flight as a result of the murder immediately puts Seviilia on edge -- not because she had felt her life might be in danger, but because of all the various bits and bobs that were associated with an assassination.

She could smell the blood from any corner of the ship, and it widened the ever-present pit in her stomach and shared it (and the pain of starvation that came with it) with the rest of the hivemind.

Needless to say, she was more than ready to be on the ground. The murder itself, while curious and interesting on its own, was merely a gross inconvenience.]

( I don't suppose anyone knows anything about all of that? )

[She has a sneaking suspicion that is not actually the case -- her tone is slightly accusatory.]

WILDCARD

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[ Asuka can feel the sharp pinch of starvation. That sense of hunger underlying the smell of blood. Her own feelings on the smell are mixed. Nostalgia, comfort, fear, home. She tries not to dwell on it. Better to focus on the present, even if she feels a bit strange.

That's probably Seviilia's take on it, honestly, bleeding into her perception. At least that's what she tells herself. There's a mental shrug from her, a sort of carelessness. Maybe a hint of fear and uneasiness at being stuck in a confined space with someone willing to kill on the sly. ]

( I haven't heard anything. Who'd want to kill a couple of people like that? Especially when we're all stuck together? They couldn't exactly hide the bodies... )

( Well, our hosts appear to be just as confused. I simply wonder is all. )

[She wants to go closer to investigate, but she is no fool. She'd never be able to resist being so close to a fresh kill. Too much time had passed.]

( After several days of calm in the ranks, it strikes me as...opportunistic. )

( It's kind of creepy to think about. Especially if someone decides they don't like us... )

[ Blech. The last thing Asuka wants to think about is getting murdered in her sleep or while she's touring the ship. Still, she takes a small measure of comfort in knowing that anyone who wants to get to her bunk is also going to have to go through Shepard and Seviilia. ]

( Think they have their eyes on us? )

( Do not fret, Asuka. To get to you, they would first have to pass through me. And, as I do not sleep, you may rest easy. )

[Even if they had their eyes on them, it certainly would not be easy.]

( But perhaps, if someone is willing to go to such lengths to send a message, we can use them to our advantage. )

( Use them how? )

[ Asuka's not quite willing to admit to fear. Instead there's curiosity. How do they do that? She's not used to all this skullduggery and backstabbing. ]

( Why would thye murder these two, anyway? Who are they? )

( Anyone who is willing to kill to send a message is often righteous enough to do t again, given good enough reason. You just have to convince them of your cause. It would certainly be eaiser, if we had a consensus on who to support in this entire venture. )

[Not that she had anything intelligent to offer on that front. Subterfuge was hardly her strong suit.]

( I am afraid I do not know. But I am sure someone does. )

( Guess we'll just have to ask around, right? Like everyone else? )

[ There's a bit of a mental groan. It's a bit creepy and freaky, but more importantly it's also not really in Asuka's skill set. ]

( I'm not cut out for this spy crap... )

( I, too, prefer the more direct approach to things. That is why we get along. )

[She does not reach out actively, but Asuka will be gifted with the fond sensation of her hair being ruffled by Seviilia.]

[ Hey! There's a sensation of being startled by that and then a bit of awkward embarrassment and bit of warmth - a glow of appreciation. Someone cares about her. ]

( Really? That's it? The only reason? )

( Not yet. )

[ Though Bellamy's already certain in a day or so a whole flood of rumors are going to be pouring forth. Not necessarily helpful, but the theories would be interesting. Someone more calcuating than Bellamy (Lexa, lbr.) would likely be able to find some common threads. If nothing else, the divides between the three factions would become very clear, very quickly. ]

( But whoever it was doesn't care about getting caught if they waited until we were on the ship to make a move like this. )

( I agree. Or perhaps the offense is recent. )

[Its enough of a wake up call to her — she would have to pay more attention in the future. Rumors were a great way to gauge the political climate further.]

( I find the idea that they wanted to send a message to be far more compelling. )

( It's nicer to think it was intentional rather than someone who was just sloppy. )

[ But that's really the problem: there's no way of telling. This is all just theorizing until someone unearths the truth. ]

( We might not find out the truth until there's another killing. If there's another killing. )

( In my experience, it is rare for there to only be one. Often, a murder must be answered with another. And the cycle continues, until a sensible party catches onto the rivalry. )

[She turns, pretending to busy herself with her robes.]

( Or perhaps our host has a secret he does not wish to spread. )

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