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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[ Sounds like her. That she'd take something later. Not so much that she expected it, but that she knew herself. That she would, inevitably, just eat everyone around her. Use them up. Make them frightened and wounded. She didn't even have to try, it would all come foaming and fetid out of her eventually. ]

Yeah, what do you think I expect.

[In the framework of the sentiment, it doesn't matter what he expects. Only that it'll be something, and he isn't going to let himself be beholden to it. But that doesn't exactly pack much punch to say, and right now giving her any slack isn't the mood he's in.]

Me listening to whatever bullshit excuses you're going to come up with about what you did. Which is why I'm out.

[Directly, heading straight for the door.]

Excuses? What fucking excuses could I possibly make?!

[ Her voice rises, shouting in a higher pitch than her normally throaty level which causes her voice to crack. Emotive. ]

Did I fucking hide that I was a fucked up wreck at any fucking point, you little turd?

[ She throws another piece of fruit at him, this time the intent to actually hit him with it over offering it to him. ]

You think you're the first? You think you're the last? You think that shit's fun for me?! Go on, run, you little fuck! See what I care!

[He dodges the apple. It's a move that makes his vision spin for a moment, a level of perception drawn on that goes beyond the reflexes he thought he had. But there's no space to let that shake him. His gaze steadies, and he centres it on her, flat and cold and completely unimpressed with everything she has to offer.]

Yeah, there it is. The I'm fucked up, what does anyone expect, I've always been like this, woe is poor drunk me bullshit.

[It's pathetic. He knows. He's felt it from the inside enough times; one time more recently than he'd like. But that's always how it works.]

You think having those, whatever, tentacles in your head makes you special? You're just like the rest of us.

[And he's still leaving.]

I fucking wish I was!

[ She's just shouting at this point, someone should come shut her up.... ]

Hey.

[He’s heard the end of that exchange, but to be fair, it’s impossible not to. Not with Annie’s arguing transitioning into full-blown screaming, enough to make Noctis nervous that they’re going to bring in the wrong sort of attention. Better to nip it in the bud, and considering he feels the usual middling of responsibility where a friend and broodmare is concerned.

A hand clasping on her shoulder.]

The hell’s going on?

[ She slaps his hand off of her immediately. ]

Fuck off! If you had any fucking sense you'd act like him.

[ If Murphy were still in the room she'd just be pelting him with fruit. A fine reward for his model behavior, apparently. ]

[Hand swatted away, he instead crosses his arms and looks at her with a severe frown.]

Well I don't know what you expect, when you're screeching like a banshee for everyone else to hear. So, again -- what's going on?

[ She scowls at him. She has something to say, she does, but she's too upset to let out anything like productive words, so she just keeps shouting -- ]

You can eat my fucking dick you scum sucking piece of shit!

[Shiva's tits, what the hell-]

Annie.

[What's he going to do? He can't physically shut her up, he can just stand there and take the screaming if he can't calm her down, so... Noctis rolls his eyes, frustration mounting, but since someone has to be the adult here, he stamps it down.]

You're going to bring way too much attention to us if you keep screaming like that. At least yell in my head if you're gonna be like that!

[ And wouldn't that be such a fucking shame if she brought the whole house crumbling down. Her expression only goes more livid, her emotions a noxious, creeping cloud, thunderous, eerie.

She lowers her voice, but she still hisses, ]

Go to hell.

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[If she's lowered her voice, if she's not screaming, then it's a small victory. Noctis can take the toxicity, he can take the acid tossed his way, attempting to sear his skin. Trying to calm Annie's mind is like attempting to hold a firecracker in your hand and hoping your fingers don't blow off, but Noctis slides his thoughts into her anyway. A cool light, creeping in -- if it isn't immediately denied.]

I'm not going anywhere. I guess you'll just have to learn to deal with me showing up when you start screaming at people.

[ She balks, an object in motion that doesn't want to be reigned in. But isn't that how we got here? She'd hurt Murphy with her fucking thrashing and screaming. He was scared of her now, scared of what she'd seen, scared of what she'd do with it; intentional or otherwise. ]

( I wasn't screaming at him, I was fucking apologizing to that stupid little asshole. )

[ She had started screaming when he'd given back what he'd gotten: stabbing a nice clean slice into where she felt vulnerable. What a life it would be: if she really was just like everyone else. ]

[He's trying to understand, even if Annie is nothing but sharp edges in his mind. Stepping around them delicately is something of an art, but sometimes Noctis just has to take the injury when he can.]

(Apologizing for what?)

[Something fierce enough for Murphy to not have accepted this apology, apparently.]

( For smashing his stupid boy brain like a vase! What the fuck do you think I did? The usual. The fucking usual shit that I do to everyone! )

[ The usual: the thing she'd started crying about when she'd tried to kick him out of her dreams too. I'm fucking unstable and I'm going to hurt the people hooked into my fucking head.

She wouldn't do that to people, if she was normal. She wouldn't lose, drive them away, everyone, if she was normal. She's so tired, and lonely. ]

[Suddenly, that explains so much. Annie, in someone else's head, and perhaps it became too much for either person. For both. He couldn't say, since he wasn't present for it, but it's not like it's an unfamiliar circumstance for Noctis.]

Hey...

[He sets his jaw, a muscle moving as it works a little.]

(Give him some time. If you start screaming at him, he's definitely not going to forgive you.)

[So volatile, her emotions like a storm that would be so easy for anyone to drown in.]

I wasn't screaming!

[ She shouts, frustrated and spilling over with too much emotion. ]

Just... [ Voice lowering. ] Fuck off.

[ All the energy drains out of her in an instant. She looks off at nothing. She has drinking to be doing. ]

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