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luministi2011-09-26 09:22 am
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❧ Something To Talk About
[the first thing people will hear when they arrive in the room with Croix and Wash is loud classical music from the same composer Caligin used to listen to (though that detail may only strike a few.) but the music is a small detail in this room. many will recognise the cold, forbidding room as one they've seen in secret transmissions sent to them via CAT. all lavishness has left it, however. none of the refinery remains except for individual pictures of each and every resident (past and current) left hanging on the wall opposite the collective of screens. all chairs--the two set in front of the screens and the one behind the desk--are empty.
the person of interest is sadly missing.
however, set in the corner of the room behind the desk is a door that stands out from the rest of the room, mostly because its decoration doesn't match the room. but it does with the other labs--and its name "LAB #3" can be seen. congratulations! the lab awaits you!
or does it? if anyone tries the door, they'll find that it's locked. at least this door has a doorknob, even though it doesn't turn.
but suddenly, the music cuts out and the screens flickering into life. the sneering face of the young man in charge of things looms across the many screens set alongside the office wall. there isn't much to see behind him, unfortunately; just a black, leather-like cushion. clearly, he's not entirely amused by this turn of events.]
So, I see you've all made it. [his lips twitch] I was promised quite the show, but overall, I'd have to give your performance a B-. None of you even died! Now that doesn't make good entertainment, now does it? We came close, though. How fitting two of you nearly died for a second time. And we did have some incidents of people disappearing for a time... No matter!
But oh, I can see from your faces that you just want to go home. "Boo hoo! I want to go home to mommy! I just want to see Insert-Loved-One-Or-Pet-Here again. Boo hoo hoo hoo..." [he pouts, wiping fake tears from his eyes. a split second later, his expression is cold and filled with contempt] I think not. You are far too valuable to be allowed to leave. Besides, an entire galaxy is enamored with you! And--[he lets out a little laugh]--you've all made me a lovely bunch of cash as well.
Now you must be wondering, "My goodness, why is he saying all of this?! Aren't the viewers going to hear and write in nasty comments and boycott the sponsors?" Well, the answer's fairly simple: the cameras don't always have to run. The moment you all entered the room, we ended "the season". Talk about a cliffhanger, eh? Mystery and intrigue, and ohh, you all are so damn fascinating! That trick with the things from your worlds coming here? So, so very surprising and we've had lots of requests to manufacture playsets of them, though I do feel that some won't be as marketable as others. No one would want to buy a stupid blue box, after all, unless you wanted one as a shed. But I have plans for you all.
[he leans forward, a smirk slowly spreading across his lips] Would you like to hear them? Or are you too busy trying to figure out how to open that door? Tell you what. Let's have a little chat--you and me. Who's first? Keep in mind I have a busy schedule, so I'll have to keep this brief. And if I tire of you, well, I have ways of quieting you. I'm not above cutting your air supply! And I can, too, if you keep me waiting. [but really, he's doing it for his own entertainment.]
❧ Plot Details: Something To Talk About **Quick-time Event**
the person of interest is sadly missing.
however, set in the corner of the room behind the desk is a door that stands out from the rest of the room, mostly because its decoration doesn't match the room. but it does with the other labs--and its name "LAB #3" can be seen. congratulations! the lab awaits you!
or does it? if anyone tries the door, they'll find that it's locked. at least this door has a doorknob, even though it doesn't turn.
but suddenly, the music cuts out and the screens flickering into life. the sneering face of the young man in charge of things looms across the many screens set alongside the office wall. there isn't much to see behind him, unfortunately; just a black, leather-like cushion. clearly, he's not entirely amused by this turn of events.]
So, I see you've all made it. [his lips twitch] I was promised quite the show, but overall, I'd have to give your performance a B-. None of you even died! Now that doesn't make good entertainment, now does it? We came close, though. How fitting two of you nearly died for a second time. And we did have some incidents of people disappearing for a time... No matter!
But oh, I can see from your faces that you just want to go home. "Boo hoo! I want to go home to mommy! I just want to see Insert-Loved-One-Or-Pet-Here again. Boo hoo hoo hoo..." [he pouts, wiping fake tears from his eyes. a split second later, his expression is cold and filled with contempt] I think not. You are far too valuable to be allowed to leave. Besides, an entire galaxy is enamored with you! And--[he lets out a little laugh]--you've all made me a lovely bunch of cash as well.
Now you must be wondering, "My goodness, why is he saying all of this?! Aren't the viewers going to hear and write in nasty comments and boycott the sponsors?" Well, the answer's fairly simple: the cameras don't always have to run. The moment you all entered the room, we ended "the season". Talk about a cliffhanger, eh? Mystery and intrigue, and ohh, you all are so damn fascinating! That trick with the things from your worlds coming here? So, so very surprising and we've had lots of requests to manufacture playsets of them, though I do feel that some won't be as marketable as others. No one would want to buy a stupid blue box, after all, unless you wanted one as a shed. But I have plans for you all.
[he leans forward, a smirk slowly spreading across his lips] Would you like to hear them? Or are you too busy trying to figure out how to open that door? Tell you what. Let's have a little chat--you and me. Who's first? Keep in mind I have a busy schedule, so I'll have to keep this brief. And if I tire of you, well, I have ways of quieting you. I'm not above cutting your air supply! And I can, too, if you keep me waiting. [but really, he's doing it for his own entertainment.]
❧ Plot Details: Something To Talk About **Quick-time Event**
- Congratulations on making it through the maze! I hope you guys had fun--I know I had a blast, even though I felt bad when I had to send people back to the start... Like, really felt bad. But! We accomplished all four objectives!!!!
- Getting through the maze and reaching the upper level, and finding Lab #3.
- Finding Audrey.
- Finding information on the man in charge, aka the CEO, aka Filippo Resarci.
- And last, finding Proctor.
Here's what they were, in order of most important to least(ish):
And man, can I tell you how happy I am that we did? Ahhh, I'm so really glad it worked out! And if anyone is interested in seeing the map, this is what I was working with. Does it look familiar to anyone? But yes, for the most part, I had certain rules for the maze. It was a 50/50 chance in most rooms to get the right door or not. If you didn't, you were sent back to start. However, the doors weren't randomly ordered, and the right door didn't shift around or anything. (That'd just get confusing for me too, in the end.) And in essence, each 'team' had their own versions of the maze. Like no one going into the town square would find it half-flooded, like it had during Croix and Wash's time there, but if they were sent back to start? Yeah, they'd have to wade through that water again. This also kept teams from running into one another and you all were able to discover things about the maze as you went along.
Oh, also, for those of you who got to the Botanical Gardens. Do you remember that saying on the wall, "The past is the road to the present and onwards to the future."? The truth is, that was my way of giving you a guys a solution to the maze. It's actually quite literal. If you take the main events from the past--in this case, those in the first season since I didn't want to make it too long--then you would have your path for proceeding through the maze! I'm pretty curious to hear what other people thought it meant. One person actually got pretty damn close with it!
But looking back at the objectives, though, what has happened to Audrey since Sophie left her in the clinic? And where did Proctor go after his chat with Mu and Natsuo? Hmmm...
Anyway, your goal for this final mini-plot, before the end post goes up (and I can reveal
But yes, once the key is found, that's it! Just like last year (and the previous post) I'll answer the last of tags I have in this post, but then I'll put up the final post for this season and officially end this season! I figure we'll keep things to this post! If you want to threadhop and such, I'll allow it! But definitely don't pass up the chance to talk to Filippo. (And if someone wants to keep a list of places that have been checked in the room, please do!)
If you have any questions/comments/concerns, you can still make them here! Have fun, guys!
Once the key has been found, I'll update this:
FOUND!
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Wait... A date...] I... don't know.
[She looks back at the desk. There's a calendar there, right?
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Where the heck is this key?!
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[He turns his attention to the photos on the wall, glaring.] Wind that cuts like razor blades! Tear everything apart!
[Man, does he sound angry, with all of his pent-up frustration finally being poured into his words...]
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He takes a few seconds to stand there, seething and sulking, and then marches over to the fallen photos to look them over, ignoring the broken glass (that will... probably get all into his hands. Oh well).]
> You push aside shattered glass and begin picking up the fallen PHOTOS, checking their backs as well, just in case.
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> When you--Xion--look behind your picture, you see a thin card with a golden key painted on it. (And if you're still looking at it, you'll see that your picture has your name, but also has two dates, both corresponding to when you entered the town.)
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R... Really?
[Xion, who had dropped into a crouch when the wind blew by, jumps to her feat, waving the card in the air excitedly.]
I found it! I found the key!
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Hey, hey, hurry! Go open the door!
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What?! [he slams his hands on something in front of him and off-screen] Where the hell did that come from?! I forbid you from using it!
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[She starts walking towards the door.]
You may be in charge of this show, but you're not in charge of us. Like it or not, you don't own us. We're our own people. Put yourself in our shoes. I know you probably don't care to -- You don't even care if people live or die. But if you think that you can tell us what to do and act like the people waiting for us and the important things we have to do back home don't matter? You're wrong. You're wrong, and you have a lot to learn about people.
[She pauses just in front of the door.] Maybe you should watch our show more carefully. You might learn something.
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[he lowers his voice, staring at her] But do not think, for a single moment, that you are free.
> Filippo shuts the screens down, and when he does, the interior of the office changes. It's no longer the stark white room it was, but rather filled with honey-colored wood panelling and bookshelves filled to burst with books and documents--but the wall of photos remains as it was.
> And of course, when you try to unlock the door, you hear a "click"--and find that you can turn the doorknob now.
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Xion's breath catches in her throat. But before she can ask Filippo about what he said, if there was any way for some of them to stay while some of them go, the screens are gone and color floods the room.
Sophie, with her baby.
Ichijou, with the horrible world that's waiting for him.
How can she...? She can make her own decision, that she'll go away if it means everyone else will be home where they belong with people they care for, but... When she knows that Ichijou doesn't want to leave (and that she's been hoping for a proper chance to live, really live), and yet Sophie...
But -- Nathan wanted them to find Lab #3. Audrey's waiting for them there, right? So going through this door doesn't end everything, not really. Xion takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. That's right... There are people who are working hard to help them. She has to trust in them. She has to trust in her friends.
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