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Check the East Gallery
Awards Killing Game 2x2: Moon of Hope (Game Thread)
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You investigate the Crypt. A cold and ominous room, several sealed coffins lie in state. One of them stands out to you - "Solaire of the Sun rests here" is inscribed on the coffin.
You check out the East Gallery. This gallery is devoted to sculpture and physical artwork, with plenty of impressive sculptures adorning the wing.
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I open the coffin to see whats inside.
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Boo1268:
Hmmm seems as if I should leave this alone for now, let us check out the Tomb shall we?
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Oh, that reminds me.
I wanted to see the galleries themselves, too. Galleries within a gallery.
Mmhm. I understand why the Maestro was so excited about sending me here for my studies.
Would Fascia and I be able to visit the West Gallery?
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You investigate the Tomb. It appears to be and ancient tomb of unknown make. A single massive sarcophagus sits in the middle of the room, with mysterious markings all over the walls. The sarcophagus is sealed and cannot be opened.
You visit the West Gallery. In contrast to East, this one is entirely about artwork and paintings, several of them hanging on the walls. One of them appears to be a signed original masterwork. Impressive.
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Check the Coatroom, plan to sue for false advertising if it's not a room with coats
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Of course, with Gadd being a massive coffee affictioniado, or just a regular caffeine addict, you brew the most enticing excuse for coffee to sate the professors curiosity. Mona watches in horror, quietly rambling about how this breaches all Gadd related coffee brewing protocols, but Tanner grins in delight.
As if on queue, as soon as you declare it brewed, a tape recorder drops in front of you.
Hello! Is... is this thing on? Yes! Gaddtastic. You've reached Professor Gadd Zook's automated caffiene detection messaging service. I am presently unable to take your brew, for I am neck deep in last minute preparations for the year's Grand Experiment.
I've encountered a... slight problem with my readings. The light of the moon is waning even further, and its structural integrity is... compromised. Those old folklore tales contain nothing that might explain this development. By my readings, it may only take a single paranormal bolt of energy to shatter the moon into pieces! Alas, this shall not do. I've devised a [the recording cuts to static here] to capture and secure such pieces in the event of a lunar catastrophe. Not only that, but my [additional static, and odd wailing]
So! I've been working in the Paranormal Dimension to hide, with no time for even the most delicious brew, or I've been kidnapped. Likely not however, for the future awaits! If this message is directed at Mona, I implore you to leave the hazard report you've undoubtedly prepared on my desk. I promise, the 307 count high pile is on my to-do list.
If I'm running more than slightly late to greet this years guests, then I've instructed my assistant Tanner to let everyone know I am not out of reach: a majority of them need to agree to meet in the Foyer for the introduction, then one knocks three times on the main door. I shall explain this odd ritual further in person shortly thereaf-
The tape cuts out, and you notice the recorder has vanished through the floor. Once again... you feel as if you're being watched, but the gaze is much more... sinister than Tanner's.
As stated, if a majority of players agree to meet in the foyer and carry out the odd ritual, Day 0 will end, and the game will proceed as soon as possible.
Please finalise your investigations before making your collective decision!
WINTER:
What is this "Paranormal Dimension" he is talking about? Is that what is behind the sealed door?
You know what? I am so through with this. The time for idle parlay is over, it is time for action!
QIBLI:
Hey Winter. As your tactics guy, let me remind you of the advantageous situation you're in right now. No one knows what you're capable of, so that makes you're the big guy on the board with a lot of leverage.
Clearly, what you want to do is maintain that leverage by being vague about--
WINTER:
Yes yes, I understand what needs to be done!
WINTER:
I, Prince Winter of the Icewings, Cousin to the Ice Queen, have decided to immediately and very publicly use my abilitiy!
QIBLI:
NO! Come on!! You pompous ass!! That is the exact opposite of wh--
WINTER:
Quiet, Sandbrain! I'm working!
I ready my notes and all that.
WINTER:
Now that I've "spoken" to you, you should have become a valid target. And your employees have so helpfully informed me of your clearance to enter that ominous sealed room... So, as part of your "preparations" as you put it, you've certainly been in there today, have you not?
You don't need to answer. I have ways to find out.
WINTER:
I hereby offer this sketch of you as tribute and invoke the Rite of Recollection! Reveal to me what you were doing inside the sealed room and what its purpose is, so I can put this mystery to rest!
QIBLI:
Dude, they were probably gonna open that damn door later today! This is so completely stupid!
WINTER:
No, I am done waiting, and I am twice as done making coffee for imbeciles! I WILL have this information!
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You swig the Ghastly Winter Brew. The combination of unprocessed tree sap, gear lubricant, and a haphazardly tossed in vial of what might be ghost energy reacts with your stomach in interesting ways. It kills you instantly, and Mona practically faints. The Dark Moon revives you from drinking such... bitter coffee.
If Gadd were here, he'd be delighted.
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As if marred by unfortunate delays in the space time continuum, another recorder drops by you.
Hello! Is... is this thing on? Yes! Gaddtastic. You've reached Professor Gadd Zook's automated caffiene detection messaging service. I am presently unable to ta[...]The door to th[GARBLED NOISE] will be a fine addition to the experiment. Audio log, Moonsday, 23:48. It appears my memory of the room has successfully been obliterated. Now, if I input one of the two keys he[...]₮Ⱨł₴ ⱤØØ₥ ł₴ ₦Ø₮ ɎØɄⱤ ⱤØØ₥. ł₮ ł₴ ₦Ø₮ ₥Ɏ ⱤØØ₥ Ɇł₮ⱧɆⱤ. ₩ⱧØ₴Ɇ ⱤØØ₥ ł₴ ł₮?
The recorder bursts into flames, and leaves behind nothing but ash.
WINTER:
It appears this door, too, has the power to mess with memories. I strongly urge all of you to steer clear of it.
And make sure to keep the scavengers away from it as well, for their own safety.
Do not go looking for the two keys that fit into this door either. I am declaring this a restricted zone for the time being.
WINTER:
I'm beginning to think Tempest is correct. That Gadd man needs a swift back talon to the head for installing something this dangerous in his facility to facilitate his misguided experiment.
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Whoa! What the- that sword, that's giving off some crazy Esoteric readings! But it looks like something cobbled together out of a buncha gaudy junk. No way is it just some kind of arts-and-crafts project, not the way she's talking about it - unless she's just flat-out nutso. Maybe a housing, for some kind of weapon-based Anomaly? Liturgic? Occultic?
Kyeh, no way, why bother to hide it if that was the case? There'd be no point. Unless it was a distinct and known historical artifact, or otherwise obviously-anomalous item, it'd just look like any other weapon. Well, maybe it is something obviously anomalous, a sentient being hidden away in a casing of cold steel? In that case, it might be worth retrieving for further research, but at the same time, all this talk of art and galleries, maybe she's just some bum artist believing so strongly in her mediocre creation that it manifests Liturgic properties?
Kyahaha, I wouldn't be surprised, maybe it's not even w-
//: There's been a change in plans. Ignore the turtle, the ghosts. The worthless "anomalies", barely worth the documents upon which you've written their names. Investigate [BPI-1352 - "FASCIA"] immediately. High potential application. Escalate to higher priorities alongside Access Level X-class Directives [REDACTED] and [DATA EXPUNGED] Do not disobey ://
...Yeesh, I get it. I'll do what I can. I'm no miracle maker, I'm just...
...Sick of waiting around for this Gadd guy! Hiding out in some Level 3 Manifested Esoteric Plane? Come on, talk about a coward. So afraid of inquiries into the accuracy of his research by his peers that he's forced to hide himself away? It's a surprise he ever got anything past the review process. No wonder his name's not out there among the greats in our shared field.
Yeah, I'll head to the Foyer. Let's smoke this fraud out!