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let fury have the hour,
WHO? Everybody!
WHAT? Agoge's third TDM! And the death of an important guy. And some very upset royalty.
WHEN? Late 1792, Paris.
ANYTHING ELSE? Violence, as always. Please warn in subject lines for anything beyond physical violence, and move to a personal journal if things go beyond PG-13.
WHAT? Agoge's third TDM! And the death of an important guy. And some very upset royalty.
WHEN? Late 1792, Paris.
ANYTHING ELSE? Violence, as always. Please warn in subject lines for anything beyond physical violence, and move to a personal journal if things go beyond PG-13.
IT'LL BE FINE;
Paris, 1792: revolutionary france.
read the France setting infopages
arrival for new recruits(Note: If you were one of the people who used the previous TDM and want to use that as canon while still participating in this one, feel free! The following will still happen, though the guide will apologize for a malfunction in your BCE causing you to zap through the intervening month instead of joining your comrades like you should have. You'll be assured the glitch is fixed now, and it probably is. Probably.)
You wake up in a Parisian hotel room with a kind woman standing near the door, waiting for you to awaken. You have none of your clothing, just black military-issued underwear, and none of your previous possessions beyond the one you chose (if you remember choosing) to bring with you.
The woman by the door speaks French, and if you didn't understand the language before, you do now. If you have questions as to what's going on, she'll answer: you are a member of COST, a paramilitary organization of time travelers fighting against the Regency, a tyrannous kingdom of the future who are trying to stamp out freedom and individuality in the name of peace.
She will provide you with the clothing necessary to fit in at this time, and show you how to use your BCE implant to look up information on this time period and its social and political mores. She won't let you leave until you're properly dressed to fit in, but once you are, she'll wish you luck.
KILL THE KINGIt doesn't matter if you're new, or if you've been here a while. You'll hear about the execution going on today. It's as though the barely restrained urban chaos of Paris has ground to a halt. Everything is about the king. Is it really going to happen? Are they really going to do it? Can they do it? Is it even possible?
Anyone out of the loop will be filled in, but with no small amount of ridicule: Today is the day of the king's execution. His trial has wrapped up, and the National Convention voted to execute him for treason and tyranny.
The crowd at the execution is enormous, a riotous mob of passion barely restrained. Everyone is jockeying for a better view, with children and adults climbing up on nearby statues, lampposts, the sides of houses, rooves, some even hang from windows. Everyone watches the scaffold.
The prison cart arrives with no fanfare save the yells of the crowd. Within it sits a small, fat little man, looking like he's doing his best to remain composed. He's brought to the scaffold, and his crimes are read out: colluding with foreign powers, and the crime of royalty, which is anathema to the republic of France.
When asked for his final words, Louis Capet, known to some as King Louis XVI, speaks in a quiet voice. "I forgive my enemies."
When the blade comes down, the crowd errupts into cheers. Many rush forward to touch the blood of a king, dipping bits of cloth in it in an attempt to save it.
I PREDICT A RIOTIt's as though all the built up tension in Paris exploded when the king was killed.
Who knows what started it. Rumors spread like wildfire, and it doesn't matter, does it? In the end, most of Paris is swarmed with chaos, especially in the areas nearest to where the king was executed. There's no doubt that the riot and the king's death are directly related; no peasant currently throwing stones and breaking windows will deny it.
Fights are happening with great frequency. It only takes a word, a half sentence, for someone to decide you're some kind of counter-revolutionary. There is a current of anxiety in Paris that hasn't gone away; after reaching a fever pitch, it has expressed itself with violence and chaos.
let's visit the tuileriesThe Tuileries was the royal palace in Paris, the last residence of the king before his death. Of course the people of France end up clamoring at its gates, screaming profanities and attempting to scale them.
The majority of the guard let them do this, making only the most token of efforts to keep the peasantry back. But one guard, a man by the name of Antoine Colin, seems to become spooked and shoots repeatedly into the crowd before someone knocks him out.
By then, though, it's too late. The crowd was rambunctious, but not murderous. Now it's bloodthirsty, and the gates are stormed. It isn't long before the common people of France are trampling through the corridors of power. Inside, they'll mostly find servants running and hiding, and lots of valuables to steal.
Most are content with that, but not all. Some clamor for the deaths of the queen and the royal children-- per the laws of inheritance, Marie Capet's remaining son is now King of France. Should he not die as well?
The queen is hidden in a safe room, a hollow wall inside her apartments. Do you try to find her? Try to save her? Try to kill her yourself?
...And what about those kids hiding in there with her?
BRING IN THE TROOPSThe riot in the Tuileries lasts several hours, well past nightfall. It's beginning to peter off, people loosing their energy or vigor, when the sound of gunfire echoes from the front courtyard.
General Lafayette has arrived to save the queen, and brought with him a retinue of personal soldiers. All on horseback, brandishing firearms and sabers, they stream through the expansive halls of the Tuileries and attack anyone who looks out of place. They're here to clean up this mess with no concern for more filthy peasants getting in the way.
AftermathThe night is a long one. Several fires break out in various parts of Paris, shops are looted, and several die in the Tuileries. The queen has disappeared, along with Lafayette. Some say she and Lafayette died, and they'll show you the bodies for a couple sou. Others claim they saw them riding off into safety just before sunrise. There are already talks of hunting them down, trying to find the traitors.
Only one thing is known for sure: It may be advisable to stay inside for the foreseeable future.
read the France setting infopages
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I'd rather be in the theme park. I've never actually been to one but I heard about them.
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Sounds like it should be something on your bucket list. A roller coaster, a ferris wheel, maybe riding that ferris wheel with a date or two... [two?????]
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Maybe... if I can find one, if I get a chance. [ ... ] What do you mean, two? Are you some kind of player?
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If we find one somewhere, I'll take you if don't want to go with somebody else. [casually, surely it won't mean much at this point, but it feels like the nice thing to say and offer.]
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Ah. Yeah... Thanks. I have some people I'd want to show it to but they're back home.
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— there it is, the hotel. hopefully it's not ransacked from the commotion.]
I'm not feeling confident going through the front door... let's find a window instead.
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[ Guess who isn't an accomplished criminal yet. ]
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If the staff was smart, we wouldn't be able to find them anyway. I'm using the window.
[doesn't wait for a protest, either, already finding one that's broken enough to yank upwards and slip inside. the room's a mess, battered and shredded, and that probably means it's not as safe as it was just a few hours ago.]
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[ Well, any protest he has would be falling on deaf ears as Akira just breaks and enters without a care in the world, casting a mildly concerned look towards the street... before he's tossing his dagger safely inside and warping after it, unwilling to potentially cut himself on broken glass. ]
Geeze... This place is a wreck. We should check to see if anybody's here and injured.
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Damn it— did that sound like a woman to you? [was it one of the workers that welcomed them...?]
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Wait-- Who cares if it's a woman or not if they need help? [ Way to completely miss the point, but at least Noctis's heart is in the right place as he beelines for the stairs, another throw having him warp to the top of them just to whip around the corner. ]
Up here! [ He tracks the sound to one of the rooms, shoulder hitting the door hard. ]
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it takes three hits but the door clatters, immediately on the offense with a mask at the ready—
and it's one of the workers, so akira was right. what he didn't expect was a bleeding man on the floor, the woman holding a bayonet that she thrusts into akira and noctis's direction before recognizing them— and gasping that she's fine.
holy shit.]
Uh. [where to start... mentally shuffles his persona to ishtar] You don't look fine.
[then turns to noctis, quietly] We should get her out...
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Whoa, easy...
Yeah, no kidding. Sounds like you were right to burst in here after all. [ A quick acknowledgement of Akira's decision-making skills before he's letting go of the weapon, immediately moving closer to support that woman with an arm around the waist when she falters. How long have they been in here, without food or water? ]
You okay? Who's this guy?
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Go try to see if there's a safer place around here, or if we need to take her with us. [looking down at the bleeding man, coughing up red.]
I'll do something about this guy.
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And that's why he's grabbing for Akira's arm, first, pulling him to the side wish a rush of quietly spoken words. ]
Hold on-- what was that, your magic? Aren't we supposed to avoid being too obvious with that? [ His warping has a deniability factor that direct healing of a citizen doesn't. ]
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It's not like they're able to see how I did it. [his personas are invisible, after all.]
I'll stay here, you go on ahead.
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[ But there's a hurried slew of French that comes from behind them and he reluctantly lets go, turning his eyes back on that woman. ] ... fine, we'll do this later. I'll scout out ahead, but be careful.
[ A final reprimand born of genuine concern before he reluctantly heads for the door, casting a last look back before moving out to inspect the other rooms. ]
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helps him up...
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but this guy did attack a woman intending to kill her. soooo just shoves him out the window instead.
doesn't move until he hears the satisfactory curse of a guy who hit the ground too hard, but he's alive. figured he would be, but he's on his own for now, whether he survives or dies today.
leaves the room and checks his BCE... noctis is still nearby. time to check the stairs.]
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Ah, easy-- You okay? Is she still with you?
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I'm fine, so is she. [i think] Did you find anyone else?
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No, this whole way's a write-off. The stairs are way too unsafe for you two so we're either gonna' have to stay on the ground floor or pick somewhere else altogether.