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[violetchaos]

[ it takes some time, but eventually Yennefer figures out how to use the widget she was given and starts a connection, which she wouldn't bother with if she hadn't experienced what she did with Eleven and Moiraine. so, she had some questions for the rest of the group.

unfortunately, she's all business and foregoes any proper introduction to those she has not yet had the privilege of meeting yet. ]

I'd start this out by asking if anyone has done any dream walking lately, but I think it only adds to the mounting list of fucked up things that have already been going on. So, I'll just ask if anyone has been lured up to the 11th floor by our strange and fatuous host and if so, what their experience was like.

[ That seems the best way to open things up. The conversation might not be received as well if she starts with informing everyone that her and her companions have done the reasonable thing by killing the twenty people sleeping on the 11th floor. ]




(network is part of yennefer, eleven and moiraine's plot roll. )

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[violetchaos]

What do you mean he lured vessels to doom?

[ she's still new to this whole... mess ]

[downswing]

He signalled forth the refugees of a distressed vessel.

Sirens awaited them closer to land.

[violetchaos]

Do you think he did that on purpose? Maybe as a sort of sacrifice? I immediately felt he shouldn't be trusted.

[ But she wanted to know what was beyond that 11th-floor door. ]

[downswing]

Instinct alone led you?

[violetchaos]

More of an interest really. But once inside the room, discovering Zenobius was keeping ten unconscious people in relative secrecy piqued my interest only further.

[downswing]

To protect or restrain?

[violetchaos]

Him or me? Because I didn't expect to find living beings in there, let alone ten.

[downswing]

The man.

[violetchaos]

It is hard to say for sure. On the surface, to protect. He took care of them physically; bathed and combed their hair. But their memories suggest they've been sleeping for some time, reliving memories in their dreams over and over again.

[downswing]

What memories?

[violetchaos]

I saw a man holding his bitten and bloody arm close to him. Then there was a woman, staring at herself in a room that had several mirrors. Each reflection did something different from what she was really doing. The last of which reached out of the mirror to touch her hair.

And then the others involved the people that were with me, helping Zenobius. Only there were only nine sleepers, not ten.

[downswing]

Some... 'sleepers' show marks of assault.

[violetchaos]

There was an attack in another memory. A woman's hands were cut up by a broken piece of mirror that she was holding. I didn't see Zenobius in that one. But he was in the one earlier when they were all having a celebration of sorts.

[downswing]

Do you believe he intended and caused harm?

[violetchaos]

I honestly don't know. Who was doing the attacking is unknown. Why they were attacking is an even bigger unknown.

What if this group is next?

[downswing]

We stand fragile and divided.

[violetchaos]

We stand stumbling and clueless. I've learned from some of you who have been here longer being that each new day brings on a new set of riddles to solve.

[downswing]

Have you a mind for riddle work?

hope this threadjack is okay!

[chosenbylight]

[As Resident Good Boy, Anduin feels as though he must step in and intervene here at least a little.]

I do not think that our friend here paints exactly the fairest picture of Zenobius' motivations, that day.

There was a storm, out on the sea. A ship was in distress. He used the mirrors, up on the 12th floor, to signal them to shore. Unfortunately the light of the beacon caught the attention of a swarm of mermaids as well.

He did seem genuinely relieved to discover we had not allowed these men to perish with the others.

[...oops.]

definitely okay!

[violetchaos]

[ she reads the message, unfamiliar with the name that was attached to the person sending it. ]

It seems then maybe he doesn't exactly have the best of luck when it does come to having good intentions.

Ten people on the 11th floor were left in a comatose state. Zenobius takes care of them and attends to them well enough, whether that's out of guilt or responsibility remains unknown. But I've been made privy to their memories through dreams of the days they were here.

[ Since she can't be sure when exactly the memories took place, Yenn will remain vague on specifics.

Next message. ]

Who exactly are you?

un: white pawn; oops forgot the username last time

[chosenbylight]

Their memories...?

[Color him intrigued at this. Anduin saw the ill-effects that Wrathion had suffered in his attempt to understand what was behind that door, and he isn't all that keen to try his own wish himself. But that does not mean he does not want to understand...

So much so that he has forgotten his manners, apparently.]

Oh. I hope you will forgive me for the intrusion. I am Anduin.

[violetchaos]

I'm afraid we haven't met yet. I'm Yennefer.

And yes, their memories, which were rather cryptic and haunting if I'm to describe them. Two others were also with me.

[chosenbylight]

It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Yennefer, although would that we might have met in less desperate times.

[Are his pretty manners showing yet?]

From what I understand, something terrible happened here in this tower. To those people.

There is something about these mirrors. You said a hand reached out from one to touch her?

[violetchaos]

Or it could be a magic that was performed. Have you been to the third floor after midnight?

[chosenbylight]

I... Cannot say that I have had the pleasure.

Dare I ask what I might experience if I did?