week 4

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[Four weeks in the Starfield Penitentiary and seven people have lost their lives to Blaze Dudely's cruel game. At some point the robots cleaned up the mess left behind and by Sunday the involved rooms (including the fridge) are all clean and free of blood. In fact there's no sign left of any of the deaths that have happened on the ship so far by at least the next day. The only physical signs that people are gone are the empty beds.

On Sunday morning, you may find that you're recovering a a few other things as well - both strange dreams and some new items.

In addition, there's a new set of doors at the end of the corridor, in the space between the infirmary and the exercise yard. Looks like you've got a new wing to explore.]



Sunday | Monday | Tuesday | Wednesday | Thursday

(( ooc: Don't forget to turn in your AC for Week 3, submit your memory regains, and put in your benefactor threads! ))

Comments

[empathiser]

[Right because you never talk down to anyone.]

Trains are regulated by the department of transportation, sure. But I'm talking more about cars than trains.

[pr159]

[ Well, he's allowed to. ]

So not train cars.

[empathiser]

No. Automobiles.

[pr159]

Well, I don't know what those are, so I'm going to assume that's an area where our worlds' technologies differ.

[empathiser]

I would assume so as well. You don't have cars? Only trains? That seems a bit inconvenient.

[pr159]

There are boats for crossing water, obviously, but yes; on land, you either take the train or walk.

Well, in Elympios, anyway. Rieze Maxians still rely on horses and carts.

[empathiser]

[He just stares at him.]

That's quite a difference in technology. And nowhere has cars? What about aeroplanes?

[pr159]

[ Yeah, Rieze Maxia sucks. ]

There are airships, but those are reserved for military use.

[empathiser]

Only military use? Never for commercial use?

[pr159]

The line blurs a little in the sense that my company developed them and was a sponsor and proponent of the military action that made use of them. But the point was never really to make a monetary profit, and they haven't been used for private travel or any other marketable purpose since.

[empathiser]

You're missing a trick there then. There's military aircraft, and air travel for shipping products around the world, but also commercial flights sold to individuals for vacations or business travel.

It may not have initially been for profit, but it turns one now.

[pr159]

[ To be fair, his world is pretty tiny, so traveling by train or boat doesn't take all that long no matter where you're going. ]

I suspect the current production costs versus the potential for return are keeping it from being an economically viable option at this point, but I'm sure it's on someone's radar. Not really my department, though.

[empathiser]

Fair enough, from a business perspective.

What's your department then? Medical?

[pr159]

That's one of them.

[empathiser]

And the other?

[pr159]

Dimensional Affairs.

[ Because at this point, fuck Bisley and fuck keeping any company secrets, tbh. Not like it's much of a secret here anyway. ]

Probably not much of a surprise, given the information in my profile.

[empathiser]

The whole "destroying worlds" thing comes under Dimensional Affairs?

[That's... one umbrella to lump it under, for sure.]

That's an interesting way of putting it.

[pr159]

That's right. We protect our prime dimension by destroying the fractured offshoots.

[empathiser]

The "prime dimension"?

[So it was... completely serious. The whole thing about destroying dimensions. And he makes it sound casual, like something he does while getting his morning coffee.]

[pr159]

The true timeline from which the others deviate.

[ It's not nearly as easy as that, but he has done it hundreds of times. You can't help but be casual about something by that point. ]

[empathiser]

[It's not like he can judge. He's fairly casual about dead bodies, after all.]

Who decided what the true timeline was?

[Out of interest.]

[pr159]

The same "great" spirits who are responsible for the existence of the fractured dimensions in the first place.

[ Maybe not directly, but everything comes back to Chronos and Maxwell being dicks, honestly. ]

The Land of Canaan can only exist in the prime dimension.

[ All the others have to remain tragically devoid of sky fetuses. ]

[empathiser]

I'm... not exactly well versed in [magical greater spirits bullshit] more mystical explanations here. You're saying something - things - create other worlds, decide they don't like those other worlds, get someone else to destroy them and... all that delves into dimension theory and religious metaphors?

[pr159]

...Not exactly.

[ Which he's going to choose to blame on Will's capacity for comprehension rather than on his own vague and shitty explanation. But okay, he'll elaborate, and he'll sound like he's reciting this from a lecture he's heard a million times. ]

Two millennia ago, the Primordial Spirits disagreed over whether humanity could control spyrix technology, so they decided to test their ability to resist the temptation of ultimate power. Descendants of a certain bloodline were granted a great power that, with overuse, had the side effect of turning the user into a divergence catalyst and creating a fractured dimension. If someone can reach the Great Spirit Origin before the millionth catalyst appears, he'll grant them any wish they want, and humanity will pass the test.

Of course, since no one could resist a promise like that, that family has been fighting ever since, and fractured dimensions have continued to multiply. And the only way to destroy a fractured dimension is to use that same power that causes their creation in the first place.

So. That's the gist of it.

[ Or, put more succinctly, "spirits are assholes". ]

I'm not expecting you to remember any of that.

[empathiser]

[No, no. It was definitely your shitty explanation, Rideaux.]

Good, because it's pretty detached from anything you'd find where I'm from.

So it's a mix of... what, magic and scientific technology combined sparking a test of worth from higher powers?

[... Surprise, surprise, it sounds like most religious stories. But combined for the modern age, in this case?]

And you're involved with this process of destroying off-shoot worlds created by this desire for that one wish. That sounds like an unique job description.