dramatispersonae | Rolo's Heart

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Rolo's Heart

Tick, tick, tick, tick.

You fall through space breathlessly, airlessly, your heart skipping a beat. When you land, everything is black for a moment before you rise and see who is with you and where you are...

((Please join us in #coldclock))

[OOC Note: Temperature | The Clock Shop | A New Arrival | The Clock Tower | The Basement | The Left Wing | The Right Wing | Return to Clock Shop | Outdoors | Post-Scoring Poking-Around Threadin']

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Each area of the heart has a temperature applied to it. This "temperature" is essentially a status effect that acts on the emotions. I'll give the details of each emotional status effect in the writeup for each given area. Generally I'll give the percentage amount it is effecting you in a range (eg, "10-30%"). The reason I'll give a range here is to give you leeway to play with what's comfortable for you/suitable for your character, while still maintaining the effect.

Players are permitted, if you think your character would, to realize their current emotions are under some kind of influence.

Edited 2011-08-27 20:06 (UTC)

You find yourself in a room that appears to be a clock shop. Which is to say, there are clocks everywhere. Wall clocks. Cuckoo clocks. Table clocks. Digital clocks. Windable clocks. Clocks of every size and shape.

The grandfather clocks may be particularly interesting, for there are three total, set into three walls (left wall, right wall, and front wall). The grandfather clocks are slightly wide for their size, and their wood panelling is solid, and they have doorknobs with keyholes beneath them inset -- Essentially, they are three doors which are also grandfather clocks. (A quick test of any of these three grandfather clock doors finds them locked.)

There is a desk which would be reception if anyone were here to greet you, but they aren't.

The noise in here would be deafening if the clocks were working, but all of them are silent and unmoving.

A winding stairwell against the back wall leads both up and down.

There is a window outside (with a sundial placed next to it); however, a thick layer of ice on the outside of the glass both prevents the sundial from showing a shadow and prevents you from seeing out.

The temperature in this room is moderate and not particularly notable.

((OOC: No effect applied on a moderate temperature.))

As Ikki goes for the stairs, he can hear slow footsteps on them. Someone soon appears coming from below. He is obviously not human, though human-shaped; for one thing, as he lacks clothes, you see that rather than normal human features on his body he has smooth plastic and metal everywhere, gears visible in his joints. There is a large brass plate on his back with two holes, as if for clockwork winding keys, but no winding keys are on his person. He has hair, wavy and short and very obviously Rolo's hairstyle, but his face is completely blank, only a white theatrical mask (or something very like it) in smooth plastic in its place. There is a glass plate in his chest; what looks like a door key can be seen inside.

There is a gear under his chin, and when he notices you, he lifts his jointed fingers to it and twists it. Gears shift behind his face, turning his mask's blank features into a smile.

"What's this, guests? Nobody ever enters here. What do you want?"

You ascend the spiral stairs into the clock tower. It is a large square room with wooden floors. To your right, left, before you, and behind you are large clock faces. All four of them show different times (as much as you are able to determine from inside the room), despite being attached to a central device. Over the central device is a lantern, which probably illuminates the clock faces at night; it is burning hot, heating the room thoroughly and (perhaps) uncomfortably.

The floor of the room is fairly bare, though there are a few things around. In one corner, there is a small wooden table. You can tell that there are a jumble of objects on it, but you would have to approach more closely to see further details of the table's contents.

Overhead are gears and gears and gears, interwoven and vanishing up into the heights. You can see some movement up there.

The temperature is quite hot.

((OOC: A hot temperature increases your sense of irritability, uncertainty, neediness -- sort of general anxiety and insecurity -- by 30-50% (in other words, your mood is still 50-70% normal).))

You descend the spiral stairs into the basement.

It appears to be a workshop down here -- maintenance for the clocks and clock tower. Large gears wind through the area, filling the air with a noisy grinding sound. There are two long workbenches with tools and gears and other things on them; you would have to examine more closely to see exactly what is on there, due to the clutter.

Against one wall is a pile of broken clockwork Rolo automatons. Even from here you can tell that their torn-apart pieces show devastating damage. The body parts are cracked and broken; the gears and clockwork are bent and scattered. Their blank eyes stare sightlessly; some of them do not have eyes in the socket anymore.

There is a scuffle going on at the other side of the room. One Rolo automaton, mask completely white but wrinkled oddly, eyes huge, brows creased, lips opened in a scream, is dragging a second Rolo automaton, attempting to pull it to the pile. This automaton he is dragging to the pile appears half-broken, cracks showing along its casing all over the place, one eye missing from a socket. It has flushed cheeks and a smile on its face, but that seems to be just how its mask is formed; it's struggling, trying to push the other Rolo off of itself, tugging at the solid grip on its wrist. Both automatons are ignoring your entry at the moment, caught up in their own struggle.

The temperature here is cold and unpleasant, numbing.

((OOC: 'Cold' temperature has a numbing effect on your emotions. Consider them muted by around 30-50% (so in other words, they're still 50-70% normal).))

You guys have both clockwork keys.

The first Rolo Automaton is sitting behind the reception desk, watching the reset clocks with bemusement when you return there.

You exit through the main door. Immediately, an ice cold wind wraps around you, robbing you of your body heat. The wind is roaring. Fortunately, there is little snow falling, because with what little there is, and with the wind catching up snow from the ground and blowing it around, visibility is already poor. Behind you, the clock tower starts chiming as if to call out the hour. The sound echoes forlornly.

There is no visible path, but to the left and right sheer mountain faces rise. Unless you feel like going mountain-climbing in poor visibility, the only ways to go are back to the clock shop or forward into the wind.

The temperature here is icy. One way or another you should probably get moving before you freeze to death...

How do you hope to proceed?

((OOC: An icy temperature has a strongly numbing effect on your emotions. It mutes your emotional level by a whole 50-70% (In other words, it's only 30-50% normal now)).

The heart is complete!

Those who want to go right to endgame Are of course welcome to.

Those who want to go back and poke at rooms they missed or explore more for the fun are welcome to. They will find that the way back out of the crevasse is, inexplicably, super easy. It's apparently much harder to get down there than leave it.

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Important OOC Note: HOW TEMPERATURE WORKS

STARTING ROOM: The Clock Shop

A NEW ARRIVAL