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ironwood[ Very near midnight on the 28th, which coincides with the rotating barrier cycles around the Palace, every single person in Keeliai blacks out, completely and suddenly. They fall over in the street, off their chairs at home, go from peacefully asleep to unconsciousness without even realizing it. Slightly past dawn, so approximately six hours later, characters are woken to the sound of every console, both in their suites and in every building possessing one, crackling to life with heavy static.
The feed is video, but it is nothing but a mass of writhing black that is so dark, it pulls light out of the rooms and into the screen. From it issues a voice that twists and slithers out, its tone mockingly playful. It's not a human voice; it's not even the semblance of a human voice but something that rattles the windows of the suites and rots any living things nearby to the source of the sound. ]
"I hope you're all feeling better after your naps. I must sincerely thank you, the Foreigners, for facilitating my plans. In some of your cases, even willingly-- you should not blindly trust that your brethren have your best interests at heart. Since you've all been so candid about this, I'm giving you a break. I'm done with my summer home, so you can have it back... for now. Can you guess where I really am? Where do you think I can hear every whisper, see every plan and feel every footstep you make?"
[ The feed changes and the black and static clear away, only to reveal -- strangely, since the consoles are normally fixed in position -- an aerial view. It's looking down in wide angle on the Palace of the Landed Sky, and the first thing to note is that there is no barrier visible surrounding it any longer. Then the image zooms into the sweeping arc of stairs that lead up to it, and six immobile figures are brought into heart-stopping focus.
The Alderwood Emperor and five hatchling turtles: Eshai, Napoleon, Sophia Marie Penelope, Emily-Helen and Hector, all lay broken on the Palace's steps. The brutal way they've been flung there leaves no doubt that they're dead. ]
"As you can see, I've left you a few housewarming gifts."
[ Laughter worse than a thousand nails across a chalkboard and then the feed ends. ]
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[ OOC: Log portion is also live! ]
The feed is video, but it is nothing but a mass of writhing black that is so dark, it pulls light out of the rooms and into the screen. From it issues a voice that twists and slithers out, its tone mockingly playful. It's not a human voice; it's not even the semblance of a human voice but something that rattles the windows of the suites and rots any living things nearby to the source of the sound. ]
"I hope you're all feeling better after your naps. I must sincerely thank you, the Foreigners, for facilitating my plans. In some of your cases, even willingly-- you should not blindly trust that your brethren have your best interests at heart. Since you've all been so candid about this, I'm giving you a break. I'm done with my summer home, so you can have it back... for now. Can you guess where I really am? Where do you think I can hear every whisper, see every plan and feel every footstep you make?"
[ The feed changes and the black and static clear away, only to reveal -- strangely, since the consoles are normally fixed in position -- an aerial view. It's looking down in wide angle on the Palace of the Landed Sky, and the first thing to note is that there is no barrier visible surrounding it any longer. Then the image zooms into the sweeping arc of stairs that lead up to it, and six immobile figures are brought into heart-stopping focus.
The Alderwood Emperor and five hatchling turtles: Eshai, Napoleon, Sophia Marie Penelope, Emily-Helen and Hector, all lay broken on the Palace's steps. The brutal way they've been flung there leaves no doubt that they're dead. ]
"As you can see, I've left you a few housewarming gifts."
[ Laughter worse than a thousand nails across a chalkboard and then the feed ends. ]
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[ OOC: Log portion is also live! ]