Halloween party - part three!
Redd stalks over to a set of tables, slapping snacks and punch bowls from their surface and knocking them over. He stacks several of them atop one another and forms a makeshift barrier. The heron clacks her beak and fluffs her feathers as he forces her inside, then makes for a nearby lever on the wall with a tag hanging from it that reads: DO NOT PULL.
"Up you worthless currs, get the boxes!" he snaps at the crew and they scramble to obey, dodging cardinals as they dart from the room. He grasps the lever and yanks; the sprinkler system sputters to life, but what falls upon the heads of the passengers isn't water. It's a thick blue liquid that smells strongly of formaldehyde and bleach. It will make their eyes water and their stomachs churn and will burn the insides of their mouth if they ingest any. The cardinals scream and writhe as it soaks their feathers and they drop wetly to the floor, fluttering and stumbling.
Redd bangs a fist against the wall. "Kill them!" He doesn't seem to be ordering the crew, as they've left upon their previous order. No ... he seems to be talking to the passengers.
Redd's head swings about furiously as he looks for someone -- or something -- but as he opens his mouth to demand an answer from the chaos in the room, the crew returns with the boxes. They set them on the ground and lift the lids.
Where previously the boxes had poured forth a screaming pain and hatred, now they do the opposite. The cardinals on the ground are dragged into the boxes as if by invisible fingers; their wings flutter and tiny claws scrabble weakly for purchase against the deck as they are sucked in.
The boxes expand as they absorb the cardinals, seeming to grow larger and larger before bulging and twisting as they struggle to contain the enormous loads before bursting entirely. The crew lunge for the shards of the boxes and Redd, for once, looks concerned. The flecks that strike passengers will burn like white-hot metal and burrow into their skin. The scar it leaves will be a red whorl, and for those unlucky enough to be afflicted, the blue liquid on the ground will feel and smell like a horrible, corrosive poison when touched.
The fragments that don't infect the passengers coalesce, gathering together in a throbbing, seething mass of red. It writhes and lashes against the deck like a burning red whip, and as it gains mass the passengers will find themselves unable to focus on it. Their heads will begin to ache, the pain increasing into an agony that drives them to their knees; every bad feeling, every speck of hatred or anger or suffering they've ever felt in their lives will return full-force, the feeling of it all immobilizing them to the point of physical pain deep inside of their bones.
A voice begins to speak, to all of them, to the individual. It hisses like a whisper that's as loud as a scream.
They were the ones who destroyed your home.
Visions flash into the passenger's heads. Thousands of worlds, millions of homes. Their homes. Images of the crew they know so well, reveling in the pain and anguish of those being brutally slaughtered.
Meifeng setting a red box on the floor of the new Solomon's Temple and opening it; the building seems to rot from the inside before collapsing in on itself.
Meth building a new "training hall" in Spargus, and watching with a grin as she systematically sets off inescapable traps to butcher those locked inside. Those who temporarily escape her notice turn on each other in paranoia and fury fueled by her open red box.
Gambler -- looking surprisingly lucid -- holding his box cracked open as he walks down Main Street of Disneyland in Anaheim, California. He stops in front of a group of children wearing Mickey Mouse ears and asks if they'd like some special candy.
Guy sitting on a giant metal arm with blue and red armor; a filthy, sobbing woman huddles on the ground as he scribbles furiously on a clipboard. A red box is open nearby and the White House collapses behind him.
Siran strolling through the streets of a ruined Ba Sing Se, sipping a cup of tea.
AMU pleasantly dissecting the corpse of a child as Costa del Sol is swallowed by the tide behind itself.
Keane flipping through a book listing the dangers of dragons as he lounges in a boat away from the rotting wreckage of a nearby rustic village.
Jamie walking into a hospital room and calmly telling the patient to shut up before the building shakes with a devastating explosion. He's the only thing left among the wreckage and as emergency response arrives he pulls out a red box and opens it, sending waves of terror throughout the surrounding city.
One, a loving smile on her face, her hand on the cheek of King Daphnes Nohansen Hyrule as his body stiffens and Hyrule Castle collapses, a tiny red box pouring forth pestilence and disease.
The Stewardess sitting on the ground in the center of a room strewn with the body parts of at least a dozen people. She holds the disembodied head of a Buddhist monk in front of her, forcibly cracked open, and uses a fork to voraciously eat the brains inside.
Mihaila walking calmly through a stream of bullets towards an army blockade, a wicked smile on her face as she snaps the lid of her red box open and holds it out towards the terrified soldiers.
They've done this to you. Orphaned you. Robbed you.
The voice in the passengers' heads curls like a living thing, its metaphysical teeth sharp and stained a lurid red.
I can free you from Redd. I can give you what you need to have your revenge. Choose me and I will help you bring justice to these murderers. I will give you the power you need to have everything you could ever want.
Passengers tempted enough to accept the offer will feel the pain vanish but the hatred intensify. Their limbs will strengthen, past their usual fitness, past what they've ever felt upon the ship. Redd has no hold over their strength anymore. The blue liquid on the ground feels like acid on their skin.
Slowly, the flow of the blue substance runs out, diluting until there's nothing more than ordinary water pouring down from the sprinklers, showering the cemetery with a cold rain.
[[ooc: Once the blue stuff hits the cardinals, characters are free to kill them. Use this post for reactions to the pain/wtfery and other such treachery.
Additionally, if your character takes the deal, THEY WILL BE DROPPED PERMANENTLY. Never to return, including the sandbox after the game. Please do make sure you don't want to play them again in the after-game dressing room!
Please note: ALL EXITS ARE LOCKED. Passengers cannot phase out / teleport / blast their way out.]]
"Up you worthless currs, get the boxes!" he snaps at the crew and they scramble to obey, dodging cardinals as they dart from the room. He grasps the lever and yanks; the sprinkler system sputters to life, but what falls upon the heads of the passengers isn't water. It's a thick blue liquid that smells strongly of formaldehyde and bleach. It will make their eyes water and their stomachs churn and will burn the insides of their mouth if they ingest any. The cardinals scream and writhe as it soaks their feathers and they drop wetly to the floor, fluttering and stumbling.
Redd bangs a fist against the wall. "Kill them!" He doesn't seem to be ordering the crew, as they've left upon their previous order. No ... he seems to be talking to the passengers.
Redd's head swings about furiously as he looks for someone -- or something -- but as he opens his mouth to demand an answer from the chaos in the room, the crew returns with the boxes. They set them on the ground and lift the lids.
Where previously the boxes had poured forth a screaming pain and hatred, now they do the opposite. The cardinals on the ground are dragged into the boxes as if by invisible fingers; their wings flutter and tiny claws scrabble weakly for purchase against the deck as they are sucked in.
The boxes expand as they absorb the cardinals, seeming to grow larger and larger before bulging and twisting as they struggle to contain the enormous loads before bursting entirely. The crew lunge for the shards of the boxes and Redd, for once, looks concerned. The flecks that strike passengers will burn like white-hot metal and burrow into their skin. The scar it leaves will be a red whorl, and for those unlucky enough to be afflicted, the blue liquid on the ground will feel and smell like a horrible, corrosive poison when touched.
The fragments that don't infect the passengers coalesce, gathering together in a throbbing, seething mass of red. It writhes and lashes against the deck like a burning red whip, and as it gains mass the passengers will find themselves unable to focus on it. Their heads will begin to ache, the pain increasing into an agony that drives them to their knees; every bad feeling, every speck of hatred or anger or suffering they've ever felt in their lives will return full-force, the feeling of it all immobilizing them to the point of physical pain deep inside of their bones.
A voice begins to speak, to all of them, to the individual. It hisses like a whisper that's as loud as a scream.
They were the ones who destroyed your home.
Visions flash into the passenger's heads. Thousands of worlds, millions of homes. Their homes. Images of the crew they know so well, reveling in the pain and anguish of those being brutally slaughtered.
Meifeng setting a red box on the floor of the new Solomon's Temple and opening it; the building seems to rot from the inside before collapsing in on itself.
Meth building a new "training hall" in Spargus, and watching with a grin as she systematically sets off inescapable traps to butcher those locked inside. Those who temporarily escape her notice turn on each other in paranoia and fury fueled by her open red box.
Gambler -- looking surprisingly lucid -- holding his box cracked open as he walks down Main Street of Disneyland in Anaheim, California. He stops in front of a group of children wearing Mickey Mouse ears and asks if they'd like some special candy.
Guy sitting on a giant metal arm with blue and red armor; a filthy, sobbing woman huddles on the ground as he scribbles furiously on a clipboard. A red box is open nearby and the White House collapses behind him.
Siran strolling through the streets of a ruined Ba Sing Se, sipping a cup of tea.
AMU pleasantly dissecting the corpse of a child as Costa del Sol is swallowed by the tide behind itself.
Keane flipping through a book listing the dangers of dragons as he lounges in a boat away from the rotting wreckage of a nearby rustic village.
Jamie walking into a hospital room and calmly telling the patient to shut up before the building shakes with a devastating explosion. He's the only thing left among the wreckage and as emergency response arrives he pulls out a red box and opens it, sending waves of terror throughout the surrounding city.
One, a loving smile on her face, her hand on the cheek of King Daphnes Nohansen Hyrule as his body stiffens and Hyrule Castle collapses, a tiny red box pouring forth pestilence and disease.
The Stewardess sitting on the ground in the center of a room strewn with the body parts of at least a dozen people. She holds the disembodied head of a Buddhist monk in front of her, forcibly cracked open, and uses a fork to voraciously eat the brains inside.
Mihaila walking calmly through a stream of bullets towards an army blockade, a wicked smile on her face as she snaps the lid of her red box open and holds it out towards the terrified soldiers.
They've done this to you. Orphaned you. Robbed you.
The voice in the passengers' heads curls like a living thing, its metaphysical teeth sharp and stained a lurid red.
I can free you from Redd. I can give you what you need to have your revenge. Choose me and I will help you bring justice to these murderers. I will give you the power you need to have everything you could ever want.
Passengers tempted enough to accept the offer will feel the pain vanish but the hatred intensify. Their limbs will strengthen, past their usual fitness, past what they've ever felt upon the ship. Redd has no hold over their strength anymore. The blue liquid on the ground feels like acid on their skin.
Slowly, the flow of the blue substance runs out, diluting until there's nothing more than ordinary water pouring down from the sprinklers, showering the cemetery with a cold rain.
[[ooc: Once the blue stuff hits the cardinals, characters are free to kill them. Use this post for reactions to the pain/wtfery and other such treachery.
Additionally, if your character takes the deal, THEY WILL BE DROPPED PERMANENTLY. Never to return, including the sandbox after the game. Please do make sure you don't want to play them again in the after-game dressing room!
Please note: ALL EXITS ARE LOCKED. Passengers cannot phase out / teleport / blast their way out.]]