Ad Visitatores

[animusmods]

Characters: anyone participating in the event
Setting: floor 56 and eventually other areas of the Tower
Format: either
Summary: Welcome to the Tower.
Warnings: horror/creepiness/potential danger/generally unfortunate things all possible
Notes: PLEASE GO HERE TO MAKE NEW POSTS.

A few minutes before anything happens, Ruana's voice rings out over the Tower's intercom--it manages to be louder than anything the residents happen to be doing. "Hey, everyone, there's something exciting going on at floor fifty-six! Go make sure they don't get themselves killed!"


You arrive, stepping or tumbling, in a surgical suite. It looks abandoned, with dust collecting on the table and floors. The lights flicker, and for a moment blood dripping off the table, puddling on the floor--but no, the lights are back, and surely that was your imagination. It's quiet, eerily so, but nothing hinders you, and you're free to spread out and explore. There are multiple rooms here, like in any hospital, and it's all a bit confusing. Occasionally the lights flicker, and it's a bit frightening as Things appear that shouldn't exist. Shadowy creatures stitched together and reaching for you, doctors brandishing phantom surgical tools, blood splattering the walls or floor or ceiling, how did it get there--but none are real, and all of them vanish when the lights return. Eventually you find the staircase, spiraling up and down into darkness. Approach it, though, and the thing glitters with a barrier that will push back any attempts at climbing the thing.

A girl, a teenager dressed in red and black, appears. And she does simply appear, inserting herself into the space, nearly pushing it aside to make room in it for where she is now. Her face beams with unconcealed excitement, and her words tumble out on top of themselves. "You can't go there! Yet, I mean. You'd all die!"

The girl steps onto the staircase, passing through the barrier as if it weren't there, and sits on the steps to address everyone. "Hi! I'm Ruana. You didn't show up the normal way, so the Tower can't support you yet. We got this one floor ready when I saw you were coming but, well, the Tower's kind've big, so getting all of them set up is taking a little longer than I thought." She smiles, sheepishly apologetic in a carefree sort of way. "I've got everyone coming here to visit you--or at least they know they can visit you--and I'll have someone bring food up for you. It'll be oatmeal, and oatmeal is super boring, but you have to eat it, okay? Then you can have whatever you want! The cafeteria's down on the first floor if you get hungry. We should have everything ready in a few hours. I've gotta go help with that, so you guys wait here.

"Don't worry, the monsters can't get to this floor as long as that barrier is up."

And then she's gone, blinking out of existence. The barrier will remain for three hours.

Comments

[greyerrant]

"Interesting." He says, nodding. He doesn't seem disturbed by the idea that she might be from his future.

"I think I understand. Well, I guess we'll both do what we must in service of Terra. We can't ask for more than that."

[hegantha]

"Indeed."

She already felt pretty reassured by Garviel's presence and knew that he would be useful. She felt paranoid in such a large place with only Ciaphas to rely on so she planned on taking advantage of the Space Marine for as long as possible.

[greyerrant]

Garviel nods, and slips his helmet back on, becoming the towering bulwark of humanity, and somehow... far less human. A foreboding giant in war-plate, an angel of death. And yet... for the Inquisitor, there most likely is nothing but reassurance. For he is historically and personally loyal, unto the death.

"Is there anything I can assist you with at present?"

You know, like slaying all your foes or whatnot.

[hegantha]

After being here alone with nothing but heretics, yes, she found Garviel's presence to be soothing even though she is well aware that he is a seven foot slaughter machine.

"Not at the moment. You don't particularly blend in enough for undercover work, I'm afraid. But if I need something from you, I will contact you right away."

She can't really risk outing herself out right now, so slaughtering all of her foes is a no go.

"... Though, I suppose how to contact you would be a problem. It would be easy to spot you in a crowd, at the very least."

[greyerrant]

"Yes... my vox appears to be disabled. I'm going to consult with Ferrus to see if he can't jury rig something that will work inside this tower, however."

He seems to almost sigh, looking at the stacks of books, then asks, "Any literary recommendations?"

[hegantha]

Amberley gives a slight sigh, and pulls out one of the intro to psychology books she had read.

"This should give you some insight into how these people feel about themselves."

[greyerrant]

Loken nods, and will hold his hand out for it.

"Thank you. Understanding mortals is... somewhat hard for me."

[hegantha]

Amberley smiles and hands over the book.

"Everything feels so backwards here, so I understand how you feel."

[greyerrant]

Loken nods gratefully and says, "If you'll excuse me then?"

[hegantha]

"Of course."

And Amberley left, leaving Garivel to his reading. It's no doubt that the two would see each other again.