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yhlee ([personal profile] yhlee) wrote in [community profile] hexarchate_rpg2018-12-20 08:29 pm
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Chapter 2.2

[Sorry I didn't get this out earlier, y'all. Happy summer/winter holidays!]

The Cantata emerges from the rift on an approach to the Lanterner stronghold called Autumn Pyre. The Cantata hums very quietly to reassure the mothlings, then falls silent; it's been impressed on the Cantata that discretion will be necessary. For their part, the mothlings have free run of an enclosure with Fluffy the Vraselian pseudo-dragon, and both mothlings and dragonet seem to be entertaining each other with games of tag and hide-and-seek. They are happy to play with any humans who stop by, as well.

Scan reveals that Autumn Pyre is heavily fortified by the standards of the day, mostly with invariant weapons like railguns and missiles. A few dozen moths are already docked there, and several more are patrolling the area. Two small Lanterner patrol moths, nearly identical, veer lazily toward the Cantata.

Patrol moth #1 hails the Cantata in several different languages, including the high language. For its part, it transmits the Lanterner emblem--a stylized yellow lantern against a blue background--and the speaker is requesting that you halt and identify yourselves. "This is the Lanterner Federacy in the year 852," the speaker goes on, "under the benevolent rule of the Honorable Aramis kae Pharon. Are you human? What are your hospitality requirements?"

[Feel free to take advantage of the between-moves planning post if you need to, and to make whatever preparations, including rearranging the Cantata's variable layout, you deem necessary.]
slybrarian: The Incomparable Leonardo de Montreal, Nightmare's Angel (Nightmare Scientist)

Re: at the dock - paging Reshad, Seyli, Alaric, and Mafyyil

[personal profile] slybrarian 2019-01-05 03:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Oh, no, the flowers wouldn't get in the way at all," Alaric says. "They wouldn't survive the experience, but it's designed to be thrown on in a hurry. Say, if you're at a fancy dress party and need to put on armor because you snubbed a powerful magnate by not inviting her and she sent mercenaries to express her displeasure. Hypothetically."
zuhrovet: Sasha with a brimmed hat (hat)

Re: at the dock - paging Reshad, Seyli, Alaric, and Mafyyil

[personal profile] zuhrovet 2019-01-05 05:48 pm (UTC)(link)
"Whoever is running security for this hypothetical party is fucking incompetent," Sasha observes. "Look, Alaric--I'm going to tell Flute that you're the smart one and the rest of us are just tagging along. Don't let it go to your head."