mayfield_rpg | deux ϟ

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deux ϟ

[Phone]

Good afternoon, my name is Ky Kiske. For those of you who are new in town, I apologize in advance; this is not a pleasant place to be stuck in. However long you've been here, though, I find taking some time to relax can help relieve some of the stress, and as I've recently received some personal belongings, I thought I would offer what I could.

If anyone would like to join me for a cup of tea, I would be happy to oblige.

...On a similar note, if anyone has any suggestions for safely storing fragile objects in a... chaotic environment, I'd appreciate them.

[Action-- outside 341 Brady]

[He's got a lot of fragile objects to worry about storing, if the table he's setting up outside is any indication; there are dozens of different teacups (lovingly) arranged alongside a large teapot, sugar bowls, and pitchers of milk (not the Milkman's). He's got his girly crown on, too, evidently acting as an Official Representative Of Illyria (tm), and is smiling politely to anyone who passes]

Care for some tea?

[ooc: Sin might pop in on phone conversations ~~to make fun of Ky~~, so if you'd rather not get threadjacked, please say so! (if it's not already listed in a permission post or something similar)]

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[and he laughs once in response]

Yes, I suppose that's true. I do hope it ends well for you, Mr. Holmes, though returning home is still the first priority.

[Sherlock nods.]

Thank you. How long have you been here?

It's been about two months. Shorter than most.

[And he smiles, but even though there are people who have been here for years, he thinks it's far too long.]

[Sherlock nods, but is slightly disappointed.]

What have you learned in your time here?

The prevailing theory is that we are in some sort of illusion-- you'll have to forgive me, I'm not familiar with the technology involved, but as I understand it, this town is a simulation run by a man who currently appears in town as a young girl named Lucy Smith.

I'm not sure if you've heard the radio message from earlier this month...?

[Sherlock had been told as much about this Lucy Smith. But the recording was new.]

No. It must have broadcast before I arrived.

It was on the 23rd of June, by this town's calender. There was a lot of interference, but it seemed to be a recording left by a man named Richard talking about a code for a system. According to people who were here longer than I, there was a Richard Grey who tried to lead people out of Mayfield only to be betrayed by a man named Olney, who used to serve as the police chief in this town under the name O'Grady. What happened to either of them since isn't exactly clear, though I believe I may have seen his corpse.

[Sherlock files these details in his mind palace, he'll think about them later.]

And the message?

It was very difficult to decipher, but he was talking about someone taking control, a plea for help to rescue someone named Annie, and... [and he frowns slightly to himself without really realizing it, because they're not pleasant memories] something about a carnival.

[Ah. That made sense.]

A carnival that was a trap. With a creature that had fingernails for teeth?

Were you there, too? My condolences.

I'll admit, I didn't see it for myself; from what I hear, I managed to avoid much of the worst of it.

No. I arrived just after. My... not wife, had been attacked.

[He pauses. This was... interesting.]

How do you know it was him? How do you know his voice wasn't somehow manipulated?

I don't. I've no idea what his voice sounds like in the first place. But even if it was a trap, he promised answers at the carnival, and... some things were found.

[Ky has Sherlock's undivided attention.]

What things?

Advertisements for Mayfield calling it a simulation, newspaper clippings on murders in house 501, recorded conversations... though, I didn't see them for myself, unfortunately. But it seems that they're losing control.

[Sherlock pulls out a small notebook and begins taking notes.]

Do you have these items? I would like to see them...

I don't, unfortunately. I... had died trying to get into the house.

[He pauses just because it's such an odd thing to talk about; he can't say he ever expected that.]

You died... trying to get into this 501 house?

[Ky died? What the hell?]

You don't look so dead now...

You are very new, then. When one dies in Mayfield, they wake up the next day as if... well, not exactly as if nothing had happened, but alive and well.

That time, however, people weren't reviving as they normally would. I woke up more than a week after my death.

[It's not that Sherlock didn't know. It's that he had a hard time believing it.]

So, if this is a simulation, we die here, but we don't die wherever our bodies are located. So it would be best to figure our where our bodies are.

[He looks at Ky.]

What do you remember about the 501 house?

It would appear so.

...It does feel as if you're actually dead. [He adds it almost defensively, but for some reason he feels confident enough to assert that it's actually just like dying, though he doesn't know how he would have experienced it to compare.]

Not much, I'm afraid. There were only four houses there, and it was the only one that was locked. An associate of mine stood watch when I went through the window...

[and he frowns at the memory, but he can't remember much else-- just waking up more than a week later with everyone else in a similar situation]

[Sherlock was writing notes.]

Where you promptly died. You said it feels like being dead. Do you have a lot of experience with such a thing?

I... don't, not outside of this town....

[but he sounds almost questioning, because he feels like that's not true-- but there's no time for him to have died, and he was definitely alive right before arriving here]

And I suppose death resets your brain a bit. You forget things you knew from just before you died?

[It would explain the "week of being dead" aspect of his story.]

Sometimes, yes. From what I've heard, other people will... feel as though they're still dead, or will still feel the injuries, or mood swings....

Until fairly recently, I've heard, there were no side effects at all.

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