malnosso | [Locked to Luceti Residents]

My dear people of Luceti --

An invasion, all under the guise of a fantasy. What’s been done will not be forgotten. Certainly not by you, and not by the denizens of a dozen other enclosures who suffered similar attacks at the same time. As we speak, programmers and engineers hard at work combing through the barrier’s nuts and bolts. If the Cultists and his Lordship exploited some natural weakness in the dome, they will find it. Patch it up. Curious, isn’t it, that the Count chose yours to invade with his own two feet?

But there are other matters to discuss. I spoke with some of you only a few months ago. Let me announce more completely what I, back then, only intimated. I’m Carol, and I intend to spend some time in our little town. If you like, you can consider my resolve to continue my work here a sign of good faith. I remain unarmed and -- I assure you -- wholly peaceable. In this way, I hope I may have faith in you as well. After all, we are kin in a strange kind of way.

It is my duty -- as well as my pleasure -- to be Luceti’s liaison with the Organization. You must have many questions, concerns, and many many curses. Bring them to me, and we’ll see what can be done. We can talk here. But if any of you find the journals distasteful, you can also come have a seat with me at the sweet little tea shop. I’ll be there for the afternoon.

[As usual, this voiced post has a neatly typed 'written' section as well.

A thread with CJ can be found here.]

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[Loki appears at that tea shop a bit late. He is quite curious and there are a lot of questions that need to be anwered. Actually he has written them down and when he moves to sit across Carol he unfolds a little paper.]

If you do not mind, I have a couple of questions. I also have a great craving for tea. I see it as a good idea to combine both, yes?

[She smiles. Wide and bright and as welcoming now as she was a few hours ago. Energizer bunny, this one.]

I don't mind one bit, young sir. [She arranges a few papers of her own, makes room for his, and tilts her head.] I'm Carol. But I suspect you already knew that.

Aye! I have been informed about your name. My name is Loki. Loki Laufeyson. But you may call me Loki.

[He shifts in the chair and answers her bright smile with one of his own.]

I have quite some questions for you. I think my most important question lies with the purpose of all the events, curses and situations we face. If the purpose was mainly connected to the Malnosso's craving for scientific results it would be so much easier. But...as I see it, we are more than that. We are their army, right? A scientific army of guinea pigs.

Most of you are so freshly arrived, in relative terms. I think the scientists believe that freshness makes you ideal subjects to help uncover the ways home. In contrast, many of them have been here for decades. I'm not certain they retain much hope for themselves. Perhaps that is the problem.

[Loki pulls up his knees and stares at the woman.]

My word, what utter nonsense.

[He taps his chin before stretching his arm so he can reach for his tea.]

If going home is all they wish, they should reach out to us so we can help eachother. It is not a science of space and rockets. The sentiment of teamwork isn't either.

I believe all they do right now is anger us.

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And here I am, young sir. Reaching out for help.

You wish to let us in on all their secrets?

[Allow Loki to clear his throat.]

Well, let us start with an easy question, yes? Why do we have these wings? Of course I am aware that other parties are also in the possession of wings. Larger ones even.

I think the accurate way to ask this is 'what is the deal with these wings'? I would like to know of the deal.

...I'm surprised to see that question labelled as an easy one.

It isn't?

[Loki cocks his head slightly, expecting a lot now.]

Do tell, do tell. I am waiting with bated breath.

The wings are an occurrence which is -- for want of a better term -- natural in this world. The Organization has nothing to do with their existence and we can only speculate on their merits. Certainly, it seems they allow us to exist at all in this world.

[Loki leans forward a bit, his brains working at top-speed.]

I see. Our bodies adjusted themselves to the environment, right?

[He is not sure if he could believe this entirely.]

Won't they punish you for giving us such information? There has to be a catch. I am sure there is a catch. Perhaps I should not focus on what I wish to know but on the location of that elusive catch.

[Loki taps his fingers on the table.]

The scientific experiments that has been done to some of us... What is it that they try to accomplish? What theory should be proven?

We are all of us trying to get home. And as for punishment? Ah, well. I'm at liberty to share all I see fit to share. But perhaps the catch is that I'm hardly a high-ranking as many of you seem to think. I've been trusted with no grand secrets.

Did you escape their facilities? Or did they allow you to escape?

[Loki wiggles his fingers.]

I really have oodles of questions.

[A nod follows.]

I did not expect you to be higher ranked. It would be to easy. And nothing is too easy here in this realm. Perhaps I should phrase my questions differently.

[Heavy chinstroking.]

Do you experience this entire...predicament...as something positive? Or more negative?

I escaped nothing. At least, not in any conventional meaning of the world. I used to live in an enclosure. This enclosure, in fact. And I see my time here as having been incredibly productive.

Positive productive or negative productive?

[Does this woman know anything at all?]

Then...share the information you wish to share with me. Tell me where you come from, how you end up with the Malnosso, how they treated you, what they have or have not done to you.

I have been taken by them for a couple of times. One time nothing happened, the other time I became an adult. It is quite shocking to discover oodles of hairs on your legs, you see?

I come from here, young sir. I am of Luceti, like yourself.

[Loki pouts visibly.]

You really cannot tell anything? It is so important that we know what is going on exactly, you see?

[He leans forward.]

Underneath this village there is an entire network of tunnels containing mysterious locked doors we are unable to open. And machines that have ceased their functions ages ago.

People have scribbled horrible messages on the walls that might imply that horrible things have taken place. No one is fond of horrible things, you see?

My point is, that if there is information you can share, it is wise to do so. It would help us so, so much.

[Locked to Luceti Residents]

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