The lost sea.   Posted by Failed GM.Group: archive 0
Failed GM
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Sat 10 Oct 2015
at 16:32
The lost sea
Darkness. Fin awakes with a long scream to total darkness and dull pains all over. It feels something startle, then whimper somewhere to her left. The seskii. After a while, Fin can perceive it's in some sort of crowded space. To its sides, the Bazian can touch several thin, cylindrical, tall objects. To its back, a large rounded thing. A faint "voom" is audible, though Fin would have taken it as part of its imagination at first. Suddenly, there's a trill: the automaton is still there, but somewhat battered from the sound of that complaint.

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Final Command
 player, 91 posts
 Bazian Jack who
 Battles Automatons
Tue 13 Oct 2015
at 08:45
The lost sea
Fin tries to turn, tries to see, but there is nothing to view.

Hopefully that is just a matter of the location, and not a complete failure of its occular sensors.

Considering such things keeps the feeling over almost overwhelming uncertainty at bay.  But the seskii was here, and C40rla was here, and while Fin was in pain, it was still alive.  It takes a few deep air exchanges, strokes the seskii, and trills back to C40rla in what was meant to be reassurance (or possibly "the bubbling sky is often shades of chartreuse").  Fin does not precisely feel much calmer, but enough to consider its surroundings more carefully.

It does not know where it has gone.  Did the twin (?) structure take it inside themselves?  Had Fin been teleported?  Transmorgafied?  While it considered, Fin stretched its limbs carefully, easing aches and pains, soothing its skin and recovering as best it could from the harrowing experience.  Once it has taken the time to center, now it feels ready to work.

Fin reaches out for the cylindrical objects eagerly, trying to see if they can be manipulated, if there are any protrusions or markings it can feel, if they can be moved (or removed), if there are any switches, buttons, slides, membranes, or anything else that might mean they are numenera that could get Fin and its companions out of here (or perhaps just illuminate the situation; Fin will take what it can get).


[Private to GM: 03:35, Today: Final Command rolled 8 using 2d6+2.  1st and 2nd recovery rolls.

03:43, Today: Final Command rolled 16 using 1d20.  Numenera (T).
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Failed GM
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Thu 15 Oct 2015
at 02:04
The lost sea
Fin's eyes are open, but nothing is coming on. Either this is blindness, temporary or permanent, or the darkness is so thick that the Bazian can't see its hands in front of its face. Stumbling as best it can, Fin touches everything. The groups of cylinders it felt previously turn out to be something like chairs, but very tall or too low. The large rounded thing looks to have been the support of a bench that spans a few meters in length. Stuff is on the table: cubical objects, warm flasks, hot objects that almost scald Fin, surfaces with many, many buttons. In her condition, Fin tries touching everything. One of her hands dips into an open... żvat? full of cold liquid. It stings at first, and Fin is sure it feels that hand swelling terribly, but then a great sense of relief pervades her. This gives Fin 2 extra Might points.
A series of button punches trigger something else: first a loud squawk, then a wooshing sound to Fin's back, the distinct feeling of moving air, then a rhythmic tapping. Something is behind the human. C40rla trills something like "You!" The tapping stops.

I'm rolling with the idea of blindness, consequence of the last intrusion and your second sentence. It will add a couple levels of difficulty to relevant tasks for a while.
Final Command
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 Bazian Jack who
 Battles Automatons
Mon 19 Oct 2015
at 01:04
The lost sea
Fin turns, trying to regular its air consumption, avoiding overloading on vital gasses until it could no longer function.  It had done that before, and the experience was less than pleasant.  Fin flexes its hand, obscurely pleased to find it working properly after its exploration into unknown substances, and reaches out towards the tapping sensation.  There might be no lights, or Fin's eyes might be non-functional, but it must discover what is around it, what has happened from its random exploration of buttons.  It uses its hands and nose, it sense of taste and touch, its ears and sense of space to try to find out what it has unleashed in this unknown place...


[Private to GM: 20:02, Today: Final Command rolled 18 using 1d20.  Perception?]
Failed GM
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Tue 20 Oct 2015
at 13:09
The lost sea
Final Command hears the other being in the room approach her. A sweet, tangy, really pleasant scent floats in the air. The being is so close, the Bazian can feel its immediate body presence, even if it's not touching. Then Fin feels something touch her: cold, metallic things, soft synth things, and, surprisingly, warm, soft skin. It's gently forced to sit, then to lie down on a soft surface. The other being removes Fin's helmet, or what's left of it, and then touches and twists Fin's face and neck, apparently feeling for wounds or internal lesions. Next, Fin feels the touch of a damp surface against her head, and a warm rivulet of liquid falling on the left side of her scalp. It starts burning: a cut must have opened.

Fin hears soothing words come from its handler in an unknown language. It's a deep, electronic voice, with a touch of femininity perhaps. There's something else about it, though.

The procedure continues along Fin's body: Fin's clothes are cut around its tearings, pastes and liquids are applied, leaving the classic sting of wounds being disinfected. Nothing untoward -or perhaps, more untoward- seems to be happening for a while, until Fin starts feeling a warmth against its eyes, like the caress of the sun on a nice day of summer. After a few more minutes, Fin's vision starts to come back. It's all still blurry, and the colors are all wrong, but in front of Fin is a tall humanoid, a woman perhaps, but with a single elongated shining surface where her head and face would be. Her neck is tilted, in a gesture that reminds you of disapproval, or perhaps mere bafflement.

I was wrong in the bit about Might points in my previous post: Fin recovers 2 Might points. Giving 2 Might points to permanently augment your pool is a bit too much as the result of a single successful roll. Sorry. I'll make it up to you.
Final Command
 player, 94 posts
 Bazian Jack who
 Battles Automatons
Wed 21 Oct 2015
at 14:44
The lost sea
Fin feels unregulated panic at having its organic parts revealed.  For most of the cycles it could remember, it was careful to cover its organic flesh with comparable flexible synth, imitating those automatons made in the image of other bipedal organics.  Its helmet had been a vital part of that disguise, and as damaged as it had been, losing it was causing a serious fault in her identity code.

But the loss was partially countered by the competent medical care it was receiving.  Many medical automatons in the Weal were far less gentle, perhaps having been programmed to tend to a hardier stock, or a different species.  Once, Fin had been suspended upside down for hours, queried as to why its mouth was in the reverse position, before Guardian had arrived to correct the confusion of the elderly automaton.

The thought of Guardian fills Fin with regret.

Looking up at its tender, blinking with the now-novel sensation of sight filling its brain, Fin cocks its head at the same angle.  Imitation could sometimes lead to communication.  Sometimes.  "I am Final Command.  I appreciate you fixing me.  What is your designation?  What is this place?"  Fin will run the statement through as many languages and codes as necessary to try to find a compatible form of communication.  It looks around as it talks, trying to firmly local both C40rla and the seskii.
Failed GM
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Wed 21 Oct 2015
at 17:36
The lost sea
Actually, what comes out of Fin's mouth at first is something like "UUUUUOAEUOGH DDDDBLLOLSLLLE", followed by similar moans. The caregiver seems almost bemused, in its inexpressive blank surface. It only lacks a soothing smile. It's all about the posture: her crossed legs, her slanted shoulders, her tapping metallic and synthetic fingers...

Her metallic and synthetic fingers. She still has a human hand, but the other has three rubbery fingers, and two clearly metallic ones, shining under the chiurgic lamp. Her "face". The skin below the neck looks human, but ends seamlessly into this smooth surface. And then she speaks. The sound is definitely feminine, but she's completely incomprehensible at first.

A short dance of languages follows. Eventually, through a combination of basic Truth terms, gestures, songs, drawing and some more gestures, the conversation starts trudging. The being seems curious about Fin's origin, and about how the trio seems to have opened and closed a gigantic hole in her lab. C40rla keeps trilling "It is you!" for some reason, but the being doesn't even register it. The seskii is sound asleep in another gurney, some of the crystals on its back broken and oozing a luminous fluid. Poor thing.
Final Command
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 Bazian Jack who
 Battles Automatons
Fri 23 Oct 2015
at 15:54
The lost sea
The confusion of languages was unfortunate, but Fin kept at it until something intelligible managed to emerge.  It didn't quite know how to answer the being's question though, as Fin would also very much like to know how it managed to get to... wherever it was.  The structure it had seen?  Or perhaps it had been transported elsewhere?

As for Fin's origins, it was trying to figure out how to explain the Weal within necessary security protocols when C40rla began to communicate.  "It is you."  Wait... could it be?

"Astaria?  Ceara?" Fin asks, wondering if by any quirk of the randomness of the universe it has managed to find its goal in an unexpected fashion.
Failed GM
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Sun 25 Oct 2015
at 22:26
The lost sea
Fin's interlocutor seems baffled. What you can gather from her response is why would you think this is a city by the sea? And what, or who, is Ceara? Me Taerenai. You Fibaaab Cobbaaab?

Astaria really is a city by the Maricas, on the Imoros strait.

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Final Command
 player, 96 posts
 Bazian Jack who
 Battles Automatons
Wed 28 Oct 2015
at 11:51
Re: The lost sea
Failed GM:
Fin's interlocutor seems baffled. What you can gather from her response is why would you think this is a city by the sea? And what, or who, is Ceara? Me Taerenai. You Fibaaab Cobbaaab?

Astaria really is a city by the Maricas, on the Imoros strait.


Well, the guess of Astaria had been a tenuous one.  Fin did not know exactly how long it had been unconscious, nor what might have happened to it while it had been so.  The world was full of ancient technology, and running afoul of it could do anything.  Even teleport one across many miles in an instant.  Or worse, only teleport part of one.

"Taerenai, I am Final Command, yes," Fin says.  Perhaps its host had translation problems, or gaps in its articulation.  Fin had accepted many versions of its name during its existence.  Or maybe Fin's own tongue was still not fully functional.  "I was approaching a structure in the wastes, and some property near it made my lose consciousness.  I wasn't certain what had happened to me.  I asked about Astaria because there is a mechanic called Ceara there.  Ceara can repair C40rla fully."  Fin points at its now round companion.  "C40rla kept saying 'It is you,' and I thought it may have recognized you.  I do not know what Ceara looks like.  I did not intend to mis-identify you.  I appreciate your repair work."  Fin flexes its limbs, feeling far better than it had.  "The restoration of my ocular sensors is particularly appreciated.  Taerenai, what are you?  What is this place?  I have not encountered anything like you or here before."
Failed GM
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Fri 30 Oct 2015
at 11:51
Re: The lost sea
Fin's words are accompanied by much pointing and gesturing, and the whole thing seems to work. Taerenai starts speaking in calm tones, conveying scenes of her past. She seems to describe a battle, a lonely exploration, a discovery. When she sees Fin frown in effort she changes approach. She signals to wait and walks out of the chiurgic room. When she comes back, she holds  a shining black sphere, bigger than a human head. She motions to put it on Fin.

This message was last edited by the GM at 11:54, Fri 30 Oct 2015.