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Pittsburgh Lambic posted:I love the detail that while we have control over Mercy we can see the actual names of the rooms. Anyways, let's tether him in and see what happens. Reconnect him and then see what happens, check. pre:>connect drifter You sing of unity, cohesion and singlehood. His connections ribbon into a strange modal function, looping unnecessarily back and forth between the physical and the other. Slowly, it resumes its baseline level of dim awareness. He sees the Mercy, and understands his return. The Mercy bubbles satisfied, waiting for his response. >x drifter A Blind One, a human. Probably male. His dim grey aura disjointedly statics. Drifter groggs his mind into vengeful purpose, "You bitch!" he lurches at the Mercy, "That thing'll kill us!" The Mercy lags disbelief as he heavily commands, "I won't let it. I won't let you - !" Drifter presses infrared destruction against the Mercy's neck. The Mercy sings for your help. > Pittsburgh Lambic posted:...What happens is probably a duel between a terrified, haggard survivor and a Universe-obsessed zealot with bloody, bony claws in place of hands. How prescient of you.
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I'm dubious of our ability to color or enter him, seeing as how he didn't play well with us the first time.
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GreyjoyBastard posted:I'm dubious of our ability to color or enter him, seeing as how he didn't play well with us the first time. I concur. I may be wrong, but I don't think Mercy is able to overpower him either, no matter how we color her. Unplug him right back, maybe?
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I say we throw our acidic self right at his face.
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Princey posted:I say we throw our acidic self right at his face. We call this a hug 
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We're still possessing Mercy right? The very same Mercy who has acid on her hands? >touch drifter 
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Nah, we're the acid. We just melted her hands while she was holding us for a chat.
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The Universe has so many joys and wonders to behold. We must present the Drifter with all of them, like so: > pick me up > throw me at drifter > spew vomit into drifter's face > whisper "where we're going we won't need eyes to see" > claw drifter's eyes out with the bony stumps that remain of your fingers
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The re-connected Drifter is strangling the Mercy, so: >untether Drifter to stop him.
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GreyjoyBastard posted:Nah, we're the acid. We just melted her hands while she was holding us for a chat. I meant that she probably still has some of us on her hands from that. ...And I just realized how wrong that sounds as I was typing it out 
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Princey posted:I say we throw our acidic self right at his face. GO FOR THE EYES, BOO! GO FOR THE EYES! GRAAAARGH! pre:>attack drifter's face
Your body is too feeble to attack that (Drifter's face) directly.
Drifter frenzies unrelenting infrared. Drifter damages the Mercy into a
disconnected mess, forcing the Mercy to abandon her body and flee into the
Song. Drifter turns to you next, trapping you with glee. He dumps you overboard
in a metal prison and you land far from your appointed place. It does not have
the proper harmonics. You work to redraw them with vigorous directive singing,
but the metal prison erodes and you are constantly annoyed by the interference
of water. Still, you are free and you are alone. You sing.
*** You are happy enough. ***
Would you like to RESTART, RESTORE a saved game, QUIT, or UNDO the last
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Fat Samurai posted:We call this a hug Maybe kindness will win the day? pre:>hug drifter You lack the muscles to perform that action, but you can manage a simple touch. [and then he kills Mercy again] Killer-of-Lawyers posted:Heal Mercy with Drifter. pre:>heal mercy with drifter I only understood you as far as wanting to heal Mercy. >heal mercy You're having trouble combining that (Mercy) into a better state. Pittsburgh Lambic posted:The Universe has so many joys and wonders to behold. We must present the Drifter with all of them, like so: pre:>pick me up You already have yourself. No Gravitas posted:I concur. I may be wrong, but I don't think Mercy is able to overpower him either, no matter how we color her. Old Grey Guy posted:The re-connected Drifter is strangling the Mercy, so: Alright, let's destroy his mind, why not? pre:>untether drifter You easily sever his looped ties: his mind shatters prismatic, and then dissolves into nothingness. His shell, relieved of its animating agent, collapses and the Mercy pushes it away. Mikl posted:We're still possessing Mercy right? The very same Mercy who has acid on her hands? We actually aren't controlling Mercy right now, since she's shocked by the attack. But we can still do this. pre:>touch drifter You crawl over the Drifter, catalyzing over his body in a rolling froth. He claws black, pushes against you, but you only seep deeper through. Soon he becomes trapped in his own disunity, and you back off as the Mercy pushes the unmoving shell aside. She gathers herself. For the record, we can color him, too. Some emotions will work and some won't. Here's one that will: pre:>color drifter blue You reach out, caressing Drifter's delicate aura, willing it to become blue. His aura absorbs this new state willingly, as though they were his own emotions. Drifter surges with blue memories of the Mercy; his grip falters and he falls back. The Mercy grabs a nearby human object and pushes it against Drifter multiple times in a way that damages, then disconnects his ties and cohesion. No matter how you finish him off, though, this is what happens next: pre:The Mercy quivers disbelieving orange, "We can't... why. I don't..." but she solaces in the Song's knowledge, "He was wrong. He was Blind. We should've never tried." She steadies. Indigo. Assurance. She reaches out for you, and begs you to control her once more. >
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idonotlikepeas posted:Assuming you want to do that, where would you like to go next? >enter mercy To the cellarium I guess! Last time we saw it it was on the loading deck, and we're in the port berthing, so... Looking at the map... >e >u >s We should be there.
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idonotlikepeas posted:
Holy god they used to love each other and we used that to let Mercy bash his head in 
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Mikl posted:>enter mercy Close enough! pre:>se Lower Passageway (Controlling Mercy) A long metallic hallway that spans the length of the vessel. The drifting auras of humans call from the to the northwest and to the northeast. The survey storage is to the east, and the laundry room is to the west. The engine room is to the southwest, and the open boiler room is to the southeast. A set of stairs leads up to the rest of the ship. Mercy straightens herself into resolve, "We'll take the sub. Wenig, the Assister, she'll help." You shudder unease. What if she resists as well? Mercy contemplates on your concern. >u Messdeck (Controlling Mercy) Tables and chairs are bolted to the ground. The galley is to the west, and the loading deck is to the south. A vent leads up and a set of stairs leads down. "I won't mention you; I'll keep her in the dark. She just wants things back to normal." Mercy finally solidifies white again, and you realize with relief that your plan to be returned is going to be realized. >s Loading Deck (Controlling Mercy) Dark clouds dissipate above, while the wind pushes and pulls everything. A metallic vesicle is secured at the south end of the deck. The messdeck is to the north, the wet lab is sectioned off to the east, and a set of stairs lead up. Your Cellarium rests here. > Pittsburgh Lambic posted:Holy god they used to love each other and we used that to let Mercy bash his head in
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This could be bad. Wenig is going to notice Mercy's hands and freak the gently caress out. There could be multiple reasons why Wenig's assistance is needed. It's possible that DSV-2 needs to be put in the water using a crane, or that Mercy doesn't know how to operate DSV-2 and will need Wenig to come along as pilot. Either way, Wenig's the problem with this plan. What we need to do is steal a lifeboat and have Mercy row us out to the fissure, then swim down with us herself. Not sure if Mercy can launch a lifeboat herself (they might also be extremely heavy/bulky) but since they appear to be laying loose on the quarterdeck, the lifeboats will go adrift if we sink the ship. Hmm.
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Killer-of-Lawyers posted:Interesting, is there any difference in the drifter's corpse between you severing him or Mercy doing it? Seems kind of odd that meat in the freezer killed by humans would still be black, but the drifter is just gone even if another human brains him. Nope. The body is described thus in all cases: pre:You gave him a chance, you fixed him. He should not have reacted as he did: full of violence and malice. Now his disjointed, unmoving meat screams black. Mikl posted:Let's get this show on the road. And awaaaaay we go! pre:>enter cellarium The Mercy pales slightly orange and yellow at the separation, "I feel more my old self. Perhaps I should go speak to Wenig, like this? She might trust me, without your influence." The Mercy spirals away in hope. Inside the Cellarium A white, crystalline Ancient structure that perfectly houses you. The Mercy leaves in a cloud of inspired greens. She must have a plan, with the Assister. You wait for awhile, but feel no movement. The Mercy must need your help. >
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...Is anyone else getting the impression that the Song is more like gazing into a hellscape? Mercy has been driven mad by images of melted flesh and endless agony.
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Cathulhu posted:The Song is love. The Song is life. ... and if you can't trust a cute little eldritch abomination on the matter of another cute little eldritch abomination, who can you trust? Iä! Iä!
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Striking Yak posted:...Is anyone else getting the impression that the Song is more like gazing into a hellscape? Mercy has been driven mad by images of melted flesh and endless agony. We have such sights to show you.
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No Gravitas posted:Oh, fine! Go to the medbay. Guess we might as well fall into it, then. pre:>leave Loading Deck Dark clouds dissipate above, while the wind pushes and pulls everything. A metallic vesicle is secured at the south end of the deck. The messdeck is to the north, the wet lab is sectioned off to the east, and a set of stairs lead up. Your Cellarium rests here. >u Quarterdeck Dark clouds above are dissipating, the remnants of a terrible storm. The ocean gusts are overwhelming with both their strength and their overabundance of emotion. This small deck is dominated by smaller vessels. The life boats are to the south, the captain's quarters are to the east, the sick bay is to the west, the lavatory is to the north, and a set of stairs leads up and down. Freed from your musically perfect direction, faults return to the Mercy's voice as she pleads with Assister, "Please, Wenig, I know scary things are going on, but I really think working together is the way to put things right. Please, I mean, just come out and help me prepare the stupid sub." Assister hesitates, hears the truth, hears the Mercy's true voice, she falters, she wants to believe, but she continues to stall, "I... I'm not sure." The Mercy elates ovoid green at the progress. >w The Mercy crumples darkness at you leaving her, but consoles herself that you must have a reason. (first opening the sick bay hatch) It is much too heavy for you to open. The Mercy wheedles Assister, who half-rebuffs in contemplation, "Let me think, just let me think." pre:>n The Mercy crumples darkness at you leaving her, but consoles herself that you must have a reason. Lavatory Rigidity. Grey walls and sterile, dead water. This room is bare, save for two human devices. The quarterdeck is to the south, a pass-through cabinet leads to the southwest, while a vent leads both up and down. >sw You slowly ooze through small cracks in the cabinet into the sick bay. Sick Bay Anxiety sickens this room. The quarterdeck is to the east, and the lavatory is through a cabinet to the northeast. Assister wrings uncertainty. She wants so desperately to trust the Mercy. Rosa drifts in unconsciousness. >
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ultrafilter posted:color assister indigo Indigo turns out to be a pretty good color overall. pre:>color assister indigo You reach out, caressing Assister's delicate aura, willing it to become indigo. Her aura absorbs this new state willingly, as though they were her own emotions. Assister settles indigo trusting and relieved. She opens the hatch, embraces the Mercy in a muddled mess of bare aura. The Mercy straightens and strengthens her. Assister echoes herself, "I thought, I thought you were, I thought it was... what happened to your hands?!" But the Mercy reassures her, "Oh don't worry about me. Listen, I can understand why you were scared, and I don't blame you..." her dulcet notes trail off as they both move towards the loading deck. >
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No Gravitas posted:Yay! We are heading home! pre:>e Quarterdeck Dark clouds dissipate above, while the wind pushes and pulls everything. This small deck is dominated by smaller vessels. The life boats are to the south, the captain's quarters are to the east, the sick bay is to the west, the lavatory is to the north, and a set of stairs leads up and down. Now that the Assister has left, you can hear another voice, very faint, coming from the captain's quarters. You just barely hear snatches, and only when you strain to listen. >
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No Gravitas posted:Wow. We are raking up quite the score. I suspect that this game could be subtitled "Sympathy for the Shoggoth".
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idonotlikepeas posted:This is exactly how I picture it. Thirded. Let's >sing 'cause we're happy about going home!
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