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TDM 006
 ⏵ arrival ⏴ Arrival is absolutely not normal this month. Instead of a hospital bed, you wake in a tunnel with a large group of other people. These are the residents. A woman’s voice in an earpiece hurriedly clues you in with an apology. I apologize; I had not planned to introduce you this way, but we are low on time. Please proceed down the hallway. For everyone else, coming in is much the same. The instruction goes out to head to designated areas immediately, where companion bots will escort the residents of Etraya down into the depths, the area beneath where much the same is explained.  ⏵ disrobing ⏴ The tunnel eventually opens directly into the foreroom of an expansive library, painted in marvelous hues and patterns with skylights far above. There are wizards milling about, bearded and holding tomes, quietly chatting amongst themselves. The reception area of the library has tall ceilings with equally tall doors Before you get too caught up in the scenery, a voice directs you forward. A gentleman, hunched and bespeckled craws out. "Make a line! Make a line, everyone! You cannot enter the library dressed as you are... Come forward and give me your name." The receptionist asks your given name and then hands over a box from underneath his counter. You can give him any name you want, he doesn’t seem to mind. It is tied with a tagged ribbon- labeling it accordingly. “The _____ robe of _______.”
As you read what the contents of the box may be, they form inside- Looking and behaving as your character expects them to. After all, magic is all in the wielder’s mind. Don your robes and enter the library.  ⏵ unfamiliar familiars ⏴ For those without a familiar (like one hatched from an egg not too long ago) you may borrow one from the library counter. They all have strengths and weaknesses, but they will all assist in the very important mission. As you roam the library, they will make little indications that you are closer or further from finding a piece of the pearl.
 ⏵ the task at hand ⏴ With robes donned and creature in hand, you must now complete your mission. Find the pieces of the shattered pearl. As you enter the library, you may notice that it’s all very dim. There’s oil lamps around the place that may be moved with you to assist in your journey if your robes do not already emit light. Break off and search the library. There is a directory at the front to point guests to all the different sections.
Each section looks enough like the last, though the books within have immense power. Pick up the wrong book, and you might conjure a dragon or a historical figure! You must persist and avoid making too much noise or breaking too many things. Or else the Librarian, a tall mass of knotted fabric will confiscate your robe and usher you back outside. Your name will be struck from the list, and you must pick a new one to re-enter the library to continue the search. You can try to fight back against him- he may be set alight with the lamp. But should you be starting fires in here? Any thread with 15 comments between you and another may be submitted to find a piece of the pearl. There are 20 pieces altogether, and we will determine if the mission was successful by March 28th. A post will go live on the OOC comm for this! This mission occurs out of time, similar to how the spaceship had. Meaning, those currently in game can experience these events any time between now, and March 14th. Please direct all questions to our mod queries comment! | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
Jay Guthrie | Marvel Comics
He remembers - gold. Something gooey and warm flowing around him. A thin and hard surface cracking apart like the surface of royal icing on one of Ma's cakes. Something calming his mind. Taking flight. Maybe... heaven?
But he's not supposed to go there.
Before that - cold. Stone beneath his cheek. Wingless, bloody, and bandaged.
Twitching in pain that he can't feel anymore because of the massive damage to his cortex and thalamus. But Jay didn't know that. He knew Stryker shot him. Stryker shot him. Jay sacrificed everything for his friends - for Stryker - because that was supposed to save his friends. There'd been goo then, too, warm but cooling fast, and he remembers struggling to try to warn them what was coming, dying on the floor. Maybe someone that cared'd find him. Sam'll come fo-
If you're murdered in a church, do you still go to hell?
There's no goo, here. For the first time in weeks, Jay Guthrie's whole and hale and staring at his wings with a look of sheer terror on his face as it dawns on him: they're back. They're not supposed to be back; he gave them away, he was finally rid of them, and now they're back to ruin his life all over again.
The woman's voice in his ear is completely missed in the teenager's confusion and anguish. Missions be damned, Jay has had a rough two weeks and will need a few minutes before he can understand that he's alive. Telling her no will depend on how that goes.