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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[Parties still aren't his thing. Nothing good has happened at one since he can remember. But for appearances sake, he's stationed himself on the edges, back in the bodyguard role. The people tend to give him a wide berth, at least, and affords a good look around from his "brooding corner".]

[With tensions like they are, it's no surprise someone starts throwing their weight around. It's even less of a surprise someone tries to stop it. He hangs back a few moments longer -- giving her the chance to settle this for herself. She's every bit the warrior he is. Just in a smaller package.]

(Behind you.)

[Pidge, at least, gets a warning before he steps in. Grabbing for one of the combatants' arms before it can go for a swing.]

[ Pidge has managed to avoid getting nailed by one of the bodyguards - who are a lot stronger than they look or let on - and she's mostly just been trying to shove people apart. Which is hard, because she's small. However, she's still managing a fairly decent job of it when it comes to holding her own.

At least until there's a quick mental tug. ]

( Thanks-! )

[ She turns in time to see Shiro grab one of them by the arm and she helps him by ramming an elbow into the man's solar plexus region. Same principle as on humans and galra, right? ]

(Guess no one ever told these guys the same size rule.)

[If she had her armor, her bayard, these guys wouldn't have stood a chance -- of that, he is entirely confident. But now, it's just size threatening to overpower her. All the more reason to start throwing his own weight around.]

[The guy he's holding abruptly crumples, with a low wheeze as Pidge's blow lands. He lets go, letting gravity take over.]

(Think we're ever going to get into a party where no fights break out?)

( I don't think they'd listen anyway...! )

[ They probably shouldn't fight in complete silence, but they are anyway - and moving like they're part of a team. Maybe she's just been an unbobtrusive bodyguard this whole time. Who knows? At least there's no one grabbing her again. At least not yet.

So she tries to drag someone else out of the scrum, teeth gritted behind her veil. ]

( I mean - last time it wasn't the guests who started it at least, right? )

(If they did -- we'd probably get lectured for breaking character!)

[It probably paints a scarier picture for this cover than speaking aloud would. Which may be good for them, in the long run. Give them some kind of mysterious warrior aura.]

[Pidge is hauling someone away, and he throws a shoulder in between someone else, trying to follow the guy.]

(Point taken. Maybe one day we'll get a normal party.)

[ True. Super silent warrior bodyguards were probably pretty intimidating. To emphasize that, she trips up another of the combatants and flips his robes over his head. Why don't they just calm down? ]

( You know, I think I'd like that. Less giant monster attacks and fighting, more fizzy drinks and cake... )

(Cake? Is that something that still exists?)

[How long has it been since cake? It feels like an eternity.]

[He ducks under a swing of the tripped combatant's buddy, throwing an elbow into the guy's chest with a heavy thud of metal on flesh.]

( Pretty sure. I mean, even Hunk was able to try and make something while we were in space, right? )

[ "Talking" in their heads while they fight it out is still sort of weird. Especially because they're rapidly clearing an area of would-be combatants, either because they're tripping them up or people are starting to realize that these two can actually throw a punch. ]

(True! Sort of wish he was here...)

[Sort of. But some of the things here he wouldn't wish on that kid. Hunk deserves better. He stops, once the circle clears, taking a stand at Pidge's back, slowly looking around at the crowd.]

(I think we made an impression.)

( Yeah. I think we did, too. )

[ She settles in next to Shiro and tries to relax. Her adrenaline is still pumping, but the fight looks like it's finally been broken up - thanks in part to them. She just nods at the look someone gives her and tries to act... nonchalant. Nothing to see here. Just some bodyguards. Dooo dooo dooo. ]

( Maybe we should... leave. Or something. )

(... two different directions?)

[He really should handle this more diplomatically. Maturely. But also? Deep down? He's not actually that old.]

[And if she agrees, he's going to duck out of the situation with her like a pair of idiot teenagers dodging a coffee bill.]

( You know what? Yeah. )

[ The thought is just way too amusing. So without another word, she turns and strides off, doing her best to get her robes to flutter dramatically behind her.

Sometimes it's good to be a bit of a ham. ]

(Pleasure playing bouncer with you, ma'am.)

[It's a massive struggle not to laugh aloud. To keep his shoulders squared and his head up. There's no possible way to hide the amusement from her, though.]

[He turns as well, flicking his own robes out.]

[Team Voltron, out.]

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