The Fifteen Strangers Mods (
strangerpeople) wrote in
15corpses2023-05-10 04:41 pm
at once short of life, and long of sorrow.
[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.))
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.))

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He watches for understanding.]
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[When did he manage to do that? He looks towards Charon - before something connects in his head.]
He gave that to you, did he?
[He'll watch Charon's response to his last two questions.]
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He taps the H, and hands the coin to himself as if his hands belonged to two different people.
Then he shows the =] face again.
Then he points between himself and Moriarty.]
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...It couldn't be, could it? Could the answer have really been that simple all along?]
...If I am wrong, please pardon me - but...
Are you saying, in exchange for payment, you would ferry us to the other side?
[As in, the living side.]
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Next he tries laying down eleven obols and the Hermes coin in a circle together, using his briefcase as a flat surface. Points around the ring of coins, then around the group gathered for the meeting.
Points to the Hermes coin, Points to himself, Points around the ring, then around the group.]
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Then if that wasn't it, then...
He watches the gestures, and then - no, perhaps he understands now. Though something does occur to him - does Charon perhaps know sign language? That would certainly make communication easier.]
Is it that you wish to join us when we attempt to break out? To be a part of our group?
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Moriarty smiles, nodding his head and offering a hand.]
At the very least, I will happily welcome your company, Charon. And do forgive me for being so slow on the uptake, hm?
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Hhhhhhrrrrhhhh.
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Afterwards, he lets go before tilting his head a bit.]
Though if you don't mind me saying, perhaps we should figure out another way for you to more easily communicate with us. Do you, perhaps, know sign language? Or could you write?