Encampment Under the Sea [Open to All]

[applesaucemod]

Since the dreamers of Manhattan had such a lovely time at the last vaguely-nautical-themed party, the Rift has decided to step things up a notch. Tonight, the dreamers will find themselves in what appears to be a city very much like the one they inhabit in the waking world, full of towering skyscrapers, neon signs, and heavy traffic. But there is one rather crucial difference: this city is located deep underwater, and the aforementioned traffic is mostly whales and fish, with the occasional submersible thrown into the mix.

The walls and windows are heavily reinforced to withstand the pressure of the water outside, and the people who dwell in these buildings seem to be doing rather well for themselves, for the most part. Buildings are connected by enclosed walkways, so barring any horrible accidents, the dreamers should have no problem getting around without getting too wet.

Much like the city they inhabit in the waking world, some areas are more obviously affluent than others, and the dreamers are as likely to stumble upon an upscale club as an underwater pub. But while the chances of a full structural breakdown are slim, there are definitely some areas that are on the leaky side, and a general sense of claustrophobia pervades the city wherever you might find yourself.

Explore. Or, if you're feeling particularly ambitious, attempt to escape. Either way, take care - it's hard to say what might be lurking in the darkness just beyond the city lights.



[ooc: Y'all know the drill. All characters are welcome, whether they are in the game or not. Characters can remember or forget the events of the dreaming at the player's discretion. And the party never stops - backtag into infinity!]

Comments

[frank_doyle]

This is an EMERGENCY. The music is befitting such a dramatic situation, in fact. It was all he could do to grab at a phone and let it ring to wherever it was meant to go. A radio programme, apparently, and a soothingly familiar voice on the other end, but not the voice he wants to hear.

"HELLO," he says, full of aural hand-wringing. "IS THAT BARTY? I CAN'T FIND MY WIFE!"

[bluesuit_handy]

"...Who's Barty?" asks Andrew, taken aback both by the apparent recognition but more so by the sudden announcement of a missing person case. "Never mind, where'd you last see her? Also, who are you?"

[frank_doyle]

"Now see here, Bartholomew!" barks Frank. "This is NO time for an identity crisis! We've got to find my wife, Sadie! Sadie Doyle! It's Frank, Barty!!"

He takes a moment from yelling into the phone to drink his martini. Thank heavens for small favors; this dream is well-stocked with booze. At the very least, if he and Sadie must be without each other, they'll not be without their precious mana. He leaves a little bit of gin at the bottom of the glass - can't refill it now, and may need a boost to get through this conversation.

"I last saw her when I was AWAKE, of course!" he bellows. "We're starting from scratch, here. I need a good man to help me through this. Are you up to the task or NOT?"

[bluesuit_handy]

"I'm really not...Bartholomew..." Whoever this Frank Doyle is (at least, Andrew presumes he's a Doyle to match his wife), he seems very sure Andrew is this Bartholomew person. He could try to argue, but a missing woman really does seem like a more pressing problem than a bit of confusion over names. They can sort it out later, right?

"'Course I'm up to it," he scoffs. "Do you know who you're talking to? Never mind, don't answer that. Where are you? When I find her I'll have to tell her where you are."

[sadie_doyle]

Hello, Bartholomew, you have a caller on line two.

As soon as said call connects, a triumphantly boozy voice declares, "FRANK!" Then, a brief sip of gin later, "BARTY! All this fuss over little old me." She doesn't sound the least bit upset about said fuss; really, it's her due. But she doesn't like the thought of her poor husband fretting over here forever. There's the faint sounds of some sort of soiree in the background; Sadie, it seems, has found herself in one of the more civilized portions of the city. "I assure you, I'm quite comfortable. Though I'd be perfectly comfortable in the company of one Mister Doyle. Frank, where have you found yourself?"

[frank_doyle]

"Sadie, my darling!" Well, this calls for a drink! He finishes his martini joyously and tosses the glass aside. "I say, impressively quick work, Barty!"

Important questions are being posed. Frank takes a quick look around. "I couldn't say!" he says. "There's a bar, and a big room, and a lot of alcohol. But is that gin I hear being drunk? Sadie love, have you also found a bar?" This is going to be difficult.

[bluesuit_handy]

Hero of the day, that's him. All he did was stick the second call on speakerphone without remembering to take the first off, but apparently it's mission accomplished! That's a nice little accomplishment to tuck under his belt as the first song finishes and Simba comes on to tell them what he'll do once he's king.

"Hang on, I've got a map," says Andrew just to make sure he isn't being made entirely superfluous. Leaning over the desk, he squints at the map in question. "Did you get there by following an s-curved corridor?"

Really, they could both be anywhere. He doesn't even know how far this PA system goes, though with any luck it's just one or two buildings.

[sadie_doyle]

"I've found a party!" Sadie announces, though really, there was no effort involved on her part. A beat later, she clarifies, "Well, I found myself at a party. I can't remember how I got here, but as previously stated, I made myself comfortable. In fact, I made myself four."

There's a long, pitifully empty beat, and then Sadie offers a halfhearted, "… Clink? Oh, Frank, it's just not the same without you."

[frank_doyle]

Frank bites his fist. "Oh, Sadie! I'll find you soon! Barty can help, he's a good man. Aren't you, Barty?" He looks around quickly. "Well I found myself here as well, can't say I came through any corridor. But I can go have a look. Good thing they've got these newfangled wireless phones, eh?"

He tromps toward the nearest exit. "I'm in the corridor now! I have to say one could argue that it is rather S-shaped. Well done, Barty. What's next?"

[bluesuit_handy]

"What, really? Score one for wild guessing." He's not even going to try to correct them about his name at this point. He'll do that when they all meet up, because there's no way he's directing them to each other and not going to join them and find out who these Doyle people even are. "Alright, follow that and tell me if you find a lift on the right. Sadie, can you look and tell me how many doors there are? How big's the room you're in?"