at once short of life, and long of sorrow.

[strangerpeople]

[You are dead.




Well, obviously. You remember how you died. It was...not fun, to say the least. But hey, at least you're off that ship, right?

Except...you don't know exactly where you are now. It seems like a house, but if it is, it's...a work in progress. Most of the rooms are empty, and your steps echo up through the marble columns and down faint mosaics on the tiled floor. The few windows you find have a green light gleaming through them; you can't really see anything beyond the eerie light.

It feels like you're in a temple of some kind. The columns and mosaics seem to indicate it is something like that-it's certainly reminiscent of something out of an ancient culture, perhaps even one you're familiar with. For some reason, though, it's clear someone-or something-lives here. One of the rooms to the south is stuffed with pizza boxes. Another, larger room has a makeshift futon in one of the corners. There are imprints of multiple footsteps all through the dusty floors as you look around, many of them leading to a small alcove to the west. And-

and there's a giant van. Just. hanging out there. Completely out of place with the seemingly ancient decor. And inside, there is the sound of light snoring.



Ok then. You're apparently not alone in death, after all.]

((OoC: Map for reference.))

Comments

[lovedthemost]

[He absolutely is. His IQ is 600 and he's got the brain of a supercomputer, this boy knows root languages of root languages.

Hence his ease with Bert's cipher.]

[strangerpeople]

[...Unfortunately, for some reason, Brain is unable to recognize the written language. Without hearing the spoken language, it might be close to impossible to figure out alone.




Buuuut, from what Brain can figure out they look closest to a syllabic script, however that much helps.]

[lovedthemost]

[Oh, well, that's interesting.

He'll take a little time and sit down with that, then, and start to work that out.

He's got nothing but time after all]

[strangerpeople]

[There are five syllabics that seem to come up more than once.]

[lovedthemost]

[Neat, he'll note those down.

Considering those symbols, does this seem to be ancient Greek, Egyptian hieroglyphs, or some kind of cuneiform? ]

[strangerpeople]

[Well, given this is the ancient Greek underworld, it's probably a good bet that this script is related to ancient Greek somehow.]

[lovedthemost]

[In that case, he'll search through his memory banks and compare it to Mycenaean Greek.]

[strangerpeople]

[Hm.


It looks like a match!]

[lovedthemost]

[Well, that's very useful.

In that case, he'll take Linear B and its predecessor Linear A as well as the later Achaean Doric Greek and start to put together possible translations. By creating all combinations of what it could be, he should be able to at least get an idea of what the writing here is referencing or talking about.]

[strangerpeople]

[Well, what he gets is approximately this:

MAY THE CHILD OF THE MISTRESS BE BLESSED. MAY THE MISTRESS BE BLESSED. MAY THE SON OF THE MISTRESS AND THIS CHILD OF THE MISTRESS BEGET PEACE. MAY YOUR LIFE BE LONG AND PROSPEROUS BY THE WILL OF THE GODS.]

[lovedthemost]

[Interesting. He's going to note that down, then.

Any markings on the cradle of who it might have been made by? Hello, calling Daedalus???]

[strangerpeople]

[Nope, nothing.

But imagine a cradle with lasers. That would be cool.]

[lovedthemost]

[Alrighty, then. Any other markings or anything of interest with the cradle?]

[strangerpeople]

[Nope! That's about it for this room, too!]

[lovedthemost]

[Neat. In that case, he'll move into the next room, starting with the hallway.]