RATATOSKR

[soulping]

This is a story of friendship and love and life and rebirth. A story about an unending cycle of despair and the poor souls who keep themselves trapped in it, in the hopes that everything will turn out okay in the end.

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THE ROOM

[soulping]

You're in a dark, circular room. You can make out eleven doors around the edges, each the colour of one of the teams. ...Except for your own, which seems to be missing. You feel certain that if you go through one of them, the others will disappear, too.

In the center is a door coloured Cat cream. It won't budge, no matter what you do, so don't bother.

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[dontcallmedarling]

....Doors with the other teams...?

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[secretofthefox]

Kinda doubt it's 'choose a team to partner up with'...

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[dontcallmedarling]

Probably.

But we might want to pick one we're familiar with...

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[secretofthefox]

Yeah, sounds like a good idea. Got any preferences?

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[dontcallmedarling]

...Tiamat? Looks like we can't choose Cats... maybe Henwen, too.

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[secretofthefox]

Those sound fine.

[walking over to the Tiamat door and opening it slowly, not going through but trying to see if he can see anything on the other side]

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[soulping]

Are you sure you want to continue? You will not be able to return.

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[secretofthefox]

[is it possible to just look though?]

[soulping]

Tiamat’s dorm is a large pirate ship that floats on a lagoon in a cave. The entrance to the dorm opens out onto a pebbly shore and leads to a wooden pier which the ship is anchored by. All along the cave’s back wall are magical, octarine torches that never go out and the ceiling is covered in bio-luminescent speckles that resemble stars when it’s dark.

Other points of interest are the mirror room, kitchen, bedrooms and bathroom.

It is, in fact, completely dark, aside from the 'stars'. The door vanishes behind you.

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[dontcallmedarling]

[IIII DONT LIKE THIS.

Let's look around the shore, just to get a feel for things. And maybe adjust to the dark?]

[soulping]

The dark adjusts to you, and gets darker.

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[dontcallmedarling]

[THIS ISNT GREAT.

Hes gonna head inside, lets investigate the bedrooms, since Sol has the kitchen.]

[soulping]

There are far more bedrooms than should actually be able to fit in here.

They are each labelled with the name of a member of Tiamat, past and present.

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[dontcallmedarling]

[Thats disconcerting. VERY disconcerting. Let's search each bedroom for a light.]

[soulping]

There are no lights,

but there are lots of dead Tiamats.

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[dontcallmedarling]

[What. WHAT. Oh god.... What the fuck? What the fuck.]

The... the hell is this shit?

[WHY ARE THEY ALL DEAD. What even happened. Jesus.]

[soulping]

That's a good question.

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[secretofthefox]

[okay so what if he goes to find the kitchen to see what's there]

[soulping]

The kitchen is located in the lower deck, and is absolutely cramped, as the kitchens of ships tend to be. It looks like there were a large amount of steak dinners being cooked here at some point, all of which are burned, rotten and maggot-infested.

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[secretofthefox]

[...ew. Even Fiere will turn up his nose at these steaks.]

What a waste of meat...

Right? Can't be healthy to leave them around like this...

[Sol will attempt to look inside any cabinets or the like to see if there are any ingredients that are worth salvaging.]

[soulping]

There is a conductor's hat in one of the cabinets.

This is not an ingredient.

[secretofthefox]

...Huh.

[This is not an ingredient, you're right.

Clearly it is not a bad idea to lightly poke it.]

[soulping]

You feel cold. So, so, so incredibly cold. Are you going to freeze to death?

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[secretofthefox]

[...he's not sure how you're doing this, considering that he's a fire elemental, but that is not pleasant.

Let's ignore the hat, then. Shivering, he'll turn to Fiere.]

M-Maybe we should take the m-meat outside and burn it.

[Being cold is a perfectly valid reason to burn things okay.]

You okay, Tan?

Y-Yeah. Just c-cold.

[All right, so. Are there, like, cooking utensils or something vaguely resembling a stick around? Because it's probably not a good idea to touch the meat with one's bare hands...]