Waystation Mingle Log!

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Who: GAME-WIDE MINGLE aka everyone
Broadcast: If you want
Action: The Stations!
When: From 04/05 through the month of April.

[Well, that all sure happened. But at least you have the waystations! Whether you want to stock up on supplies, work, trade, or visit the very fancy Virtual Reality Dome, it's bound to be a nice break from the attacks of the 5th.

Make your own prompts, set up your own Virtual Realities, etc! For reference, the OOC post with info is over here!]

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[noctiphile]

[It's breathtaking. A blanket of darkness wrapping the world in its embrace. The world has been dipped anew, pressed into a new palette of colors. It becomes a painting of darks, of cools, with pinpricks of warmth shining through, mirroring the stars above.

It's a world he's desired more than anything. A world he's only caught glimpses of. One he'll never see in full.]

It's wonderful. [But there's weight in his tone, a sad limp to his tongue that drags through their conversation. He sinks into his position, body relaxed more from lack of energy than ease.] To think, this is what my ancestors saw. This is what they lived with every day and yet [he straightens, both hands on the rail] it meant nothing to them. I'll never understand it. How can something so spectacular fall into monotony?

[There's a moment's pause in which it seems he'll say more. But then his shoulders slump and his hands slip off the rail and to his sides.] If I could steal this sight from your world, I would.

[lord_wizard]

I'm not sure if I should be honored or concerned. [The stilted levity in the tone isn't entirely false, but he understands the sentiment at least in part.]

We accept the world as it is, if we don't know any other option. It takes a certain ambition to see beyond your particular walls, unless some kind of disaster forces you out of them. Metaphorically, speaking. [Not entirely. It was certainly that which caused him to leave the city the first time, and a furtive glance across the rest of the battlement reveals that this version of the Mirador is missing some of the burned rooftops for which he was partly responsible. Despite this, he imagines the smell of smoke.]

Speaking of which, however, let me try something else...[Though there probably isn't a reason for it, his lifts his chin and gestures again, shifting the scene to save them both. It's maybe masochism that makes him choose what he does next, however] The Hall of Chimeras.

[Walls close around them, obscuring any view of the sky, and build instead a long space, both ballroom and throne room. The walls are intricate, lined with the portraits and busts of rulers across the ages. The floor itself is a massive work of mosaic artistry, the dark colors forming patterns and depictions of fantastic beasts, which include the chimeras for which the hall is named. Windowless, the room is lit by twisted iron candelabras and chandeliers. The warm glow of the candles doesn't seem to touch the far end of the room, where, on a plinth behind the throne, a large blue sphere sits. The color comes not from the material, which is difficult to distinguish between glass and stone, but from the the glow at it's heart. The blue tinge wavers in the very air, extending no further than the edge of the dais, like water breaking on an invisible shore.]

[noctiphile]

[Now this is more familiar. Dark walls filled with perfect paintings of all the proper people. Chandeliers and candelabras eerily still without a breeze, dark mosaics that seem to make a mockery of the ones he danced on in Renacht. Everything is dark in the way people fear, dreary and gloomy and ugly.

It's disgusting. He has to tame a sneer, distracting himself with Felix's words. With a sly smile, he turns to him, hands folded behind his back.] Dear Felix, are you complimenting me? Any other man would call me scoundrel before ambitious.

[The blue light, of course, attracts his attention. He sees it from the corner of his eye, trapped amidst the wavering candlelight.] What's this?

[He strides towards it before Felix can answer, brisk and confident. If there's anything the hall has done, it's elicit the noble from within him.]

[lord_wizard]

All the best scoundrels are ambitious, though, aren't they? [Felix's smirk in return is tinged with a playful mischief and a little more full of teeth than a smirk should be.]

[He follows Mattias at a sedate pace, studying the swan-like gait with mild fascination. Somehow, for all his awkwardness, he seems to wear the mantle of nobility far more naturally than Felix does. It's something he slips back into whereas it's something he slips on.]

The Virtu.