first labyrinth

[lord_wizard]

Who: Felix Harrowgate
Broadcast: Fleet-wide
Action: Marsiva
When: 2/20, evening

[The fact that Felix remembers the past four years when he wakes up is the first indication he has that something has gone wrong. Normally the lack of memory loss would be a good thing, but he'd expected, given everything he'd learned, that life would resume as it had been the moment he'd left his own world. Of course, things had been a bit irregular near the end, and he'd had a strange hope that maybe he wouldn't forget.

The network station first records him sitting up in his cot, a man dressed in a rich burgundy coat reminiscent of eighteenth century nobility, his slightly curly red hair tied back with a ribbon. Fingers clad in gold and garnet rings brush first against his forehead, then at his chest where the necklace Ashura had given him still lay, then patting against his pocket where the Sibylline decidedly still wasn't.

As he takes in the open space and the void outside the sweeping windows, the expression on his face shifts smoothly from confusion, to shock, to a vivid anger. He sits up from his bed so quickly that it upends with a clatter]

No! No! [his shout is shrill, edging on hysterical, and much higher than might be expected out of him at first glance. He turns in place, as if looking for something or someone to direct this at instead of thin air, then settles at shouting at nothing]

Damn you, Paradisa! Is is really going to be one last trick? Haven't I served my time? Haven't I done enough?

[His eyes, vivid yellow and pale blue, find his communicator sitting on cot next to his, and he stalks over to pick it up a rather obvious air of contempt. His brows knit together in slight puzzlement amidst the storming anger]

What is this? [The fact that he actually knows the answer to that raises more questions] Is the journal not good enough for you any longer?

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[onlyanapple]

[Well well, two welcome faces in one day and a party to go to later. This was a good day to be Crowley, really. It's good to hear Felix say the name of the castle. That means he remembers.

He'll give a lazy wave at the camera, giving no emotion but boredom away, as usual. ]

This isn't the castle. This is a whole new management of otherworldly messes.

'Lo, Felix.

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[lord_wizard]

[That pulls him back sharp from his tirade pretty quick. His face is an odd mix of relief and skepticism. Because, well, it's Crowley. It could still be a trick.

On the other hand, it's a bit ambitious for the demon]

Crowley. [He gives the screen a sideways look, trying to decide if he was figment of his imagination or nor, or how he would even tell]

What in the name of all the powers is going on, then?

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley can't help but chuckle at the reaction. ]

The one and only.

Mostly, it's a TV show. In space. They're watching us with cameras all the time. A group called Atroma run it.

[lord_wizard]

[That was somehow both succinct and way too much information at once.]

I thought tv shows had scripts. Like a play. And you told me yourself nothing good happens in space. And...I'm sorry...did you say...all the time?

[o o p s]

[onlyanapple]

[Isn't it fun haveing Crowley back in your life, Felix? Isn't it fun? ]

Not this one. It's more...ad lib. And yes all the time. Even now.

[He considers.]

Despite the castle's tendency to make space horrible and traumatising for us, nothing that bad has happened just yet. Not saying it won't, mind, but there's been no zombie aliens nor gateways to Hell yet.

I know. I checked.

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[noctiphile]

[As if the bed clattering wasn't enough, the temper tantrum earns plenty of pause. Mattias hovers uncertain in the doorway, expression knit with wariness and skepticism.

Godddess, don't tell him this is what he was like upon entering.]

It's a communicator. It lets you speak with those a ways away. It's a far throw from a journal.

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[lord_wizard]

[Felix is not the most stable of individuals, so he rarely reacts to things in half measures. The ratings board is probably loving it, though]

It know what it is. [He does pull himself back from the anger for a moment, unsure if this man is really to blame for his situation.] The journal of which I speak was capable of the same thing...minus that of the pictures.

[His brow arches and he passes his hands lightly over the buttons of the thing] How do I know what it is? [Even the journal was not so obliging in the explanation of its function.]

[noctiphile]

[Mattias drums his fingers against his opposite arm, lips thinning to a line.] I've been told the answer's quite startling so you might want to sit down.

[He'll wait for him to sit but not for long. Impatience is a greedy mistress and he succumbs easily, jolting into motion after a minute, one hand tapping the lump on his own neck.] Feel your neck. There should be a bump? It's an augment. Some type of... technology [the word sounds so foreign] they implanted within us. Probably while sleeping. It's what's feeding you information.

[lord_wizard]

[If it will get him answers he sits, choosing one of the cots he hadn't overturned in his pique, though it's with a bearing that implies he's doing the other man a favor rather than the other way around. And as the explanation spills forth, he does as instructed, passing his fingers curiosity and growing horror over his own skin. He finds it eventually just behind his right ear. The second he feels it he freezes, trying to decide how he should feel about this. At least in Paradisa the explanation fell to magic, and even though it was a kind foreign to him to idea of it was not. This, on the other hand, brought a vague sense of violation.]

I may be ill. [Yes, that will do for now]

[noctiphile]

Ah-[Reaching out with his fingers before drawing them back.]-Please don't. I don't think there are any buckets on the ship to catch it.

[Holding his arms close to his chest, he leans against the doorframe, watching Felix with flickers of both concern and curiosity.] If it's any consolation, it seems to be largely helpful.

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[mysunnydisposition]

[ Why yelling. So much yelling. Steph was napping on one of the cots, but not anymore, because now there's a yelling man on the Hospitality Deck. She groans as she sits up, glaring a little. ]

I can't wait to get out of here...

[ The next comment is a little louder, meant for the newest arrival. ]

Who are you even yelling at? They're not listening.

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[lord_wizard]

[It's not like he'd actually noticed there were other people here, or he might have reigned himself in. Even so, his consideration usually jumps to his own problems first and reacts accordingly.

He turns his gaze on Stephanie, who merits a puzzled look and then a terse response]

Given my recent experience, darling, there is always someone listening. [He levels an even more acid glare on the walls] Or something.

[mysunnydisposition]

[ The glare fades a little. She sighs, curling her legs under her, and shrugs. ]

Okay, that's actually true, but they don't answer.

...what recent experience?

[lord_wizard]

[The silent captor is also a similar theme in his life. Sadly.

The realization that he's been waylaid yet again is starting to creep in, but he pushes back the despair and sighs deeply instead]

Would you believe I have spent more than four years in a world that was not my own, courtesy of a powerful entity which took the form of a castle and which sustained itself upon the emotions of those it kidnapped?

[mysunnydisposition]

Oh. Actually, yeah, I'd believe that.

Another guy here said something like that... though I don't think it was the same place. He said something about being on the moon...

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[serpentis]

[And there's a curious mage on the other end of this feed.]

What is this Paradisa you mentioned? Color me curious.

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[lord_wizard]

[Felix would be more patient with questions if he hadn't just been ripped from one kidnapping entity to another]

The bane of my existence for more than four years. What else would it be?

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[serpentis]

[Goodness.]

I merely ask because we generally seem to come from different places, here.

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[lord_wizard]

[He's gotten the run-down from Crowley by now, so this is merely depressing rather than confusing. Never has a man been so eager to just get on with his own exile already]

Yet another theme familiar to me. [Which is an unhelpful answer and he knows it. But considering he's effectively stuck yet again, he decides to maybe not drive off every living thing in the vicinity and attempt to answer with more clarity.] Paradisa was a powerful magical entity which had a penchant for collecting people from every world and reality you could imagine, and then some. The world it resided in was not my world any more than this is. [He's definitely still angry though.]

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[serpentis]

Ah, I see, you're much like Fenris, then. You have my apologies- being dragged from place to place is hardly enjoyable.

[He nodded once.]

Dorian Pavus, of Thedas.

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[mysterzie]

[ Man, this guy is fancy. He is also very very mad, and Aaron is keeping a good distance from him. ]

We're on a spaceship and you're yelling at ghosts.

[lord_wizard]

[Which is probably good. He probably wouldn't hit a stranger, buy why take a chance with all those rings, eh?]

Two things which have no business being combined.

[He glances around. The place doesn't look like a likely spot for a haunting.]

Whose ghosts?

[Sorry Aaron were you being metaphorical?]

[mysterzie]

Uh. Yours? Who else are you yelling at?

[ Ugh, why are so many people here just crazy or completely out of left field? ]

[lord_wizard]

[Takes one to know one]

[He rolls his eyes at this answer]

The entity I assumed brought me here. Not a ghost.

[mysterzie]

Well, there's nobody else here. Just us. I mean... all of us, couple of other people who were brought here too. I don't think any of them is named that.