The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Sat Jan 10, 2015 11:39 am

He growled, groaned and swayed, maintaining his deception. He was aware there was a possibility (however remote) of being discovered, and was unsure of the situation; the data was insufficient to integrate this persona effectively.

The ship was spacious and luxurious throughout; obviously a vessel for only the very wealthy he thought. Once again he noted the mix of an advanced and archaic technology with gothic styling throughout the design and decor. The mazes of corridors were decorated with strange wallpaper that shifted slowly between many images of flora, fauna and landscapes like a slide show that disorientated the man due to its realism. The decks also changed images to different styles of walkways, from cobble stones to mountain paths to name a few. The corridors were lit in a soft white neon light that was cunningly fitted inside the ornately patterned ceilings, giving the illusion of glowing quartz crystal. He also noticed what seemed to look like subtle tram lines that were also fitted to the ceiling which ran through all of the passageways.

He did not have time to ruminate on these ‘oddities’ that to Lake’s batman must be normality. Hollander, with his burden stopped by a state room numbered 182, and unlocked and opened the door with a gesture of his hand. He opened his hand and dropped a black disc in the Benn’s suit pocket.

‘Here’s your door key Ernest, I knew you would forget it again. Let us get you in then.’ He grunted good naturedly as he manhandled him into the room.

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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Tue Feb 03, 2015 9:26 pm

With a double click of Hollander’s fingers, the room was immediately lit with soft faux gaslights that revealed an opulent en-suite living space. He helped the Benn onto the large four poster bed and dragged a cover over him. ‘Ernest’ had closed his eyes and had assumed a ragged breathing.

‘Happy New Year boss, you’ll feel like heck in the morning!’ He patted the man on the shoulder and pressed a button on the bedside table and walked out of the room.

‘Willie, monitor Mr Emerson’s sleep if you please, and alert room 165 if there are any problems’ he said before closing the door behind him.

A quiet whirring and clicking of motors began from the floor and moved in the space around the room.

[Yes Sir] a metallic voice answered.

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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Tue Feb 03, 2015 9:27 pm

He allowed a number of minutes to elapse before opening his eyes, his fake drunkenness slipping away immediately.

The metallic voice commented at a low volume [Are you alright sir?]

He nodded which strangely the disembodied voice seemed to acknowledge, his senses extended taking into the fabric of the dreamscape, looking out into the void of space he perceived a nebulous ocean of matter and colour wash across the moon and earth.

His quarry hid amongst this detailed painting of Morpheus, this was no random wanderer or latent dreamer no this was one of the craft, still there would be telltale signs no matter how skilled, all he had to do was dig under the surface.

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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Tue Feb 03, 2015 9:29 pm

He shook his head and returned to the room, and was greeted by the construct that had spoken. It was a mechanical version of a humanoid in shape and relative size save that it lacked legs.

It ran and was built by clockwork it seemed, and shone with a deep red bronze. Its four arms were over ten feet long, which were whip like limbs with fully articulated humanoid claw like hands with very long fingers. Instead of a normal head two projector beacons situated on the constructs shoulders beamed a three dimensional colour image of a face and hair that hovered strangely over where its neck could have been.

William’s face was that of a middle aged black moustachioed man, with greying gelled back hair which was tied back in a pony tail. William was attached to a large arm similar to a human spine that ran across the tram lines on the ceiling. To complete the look, William wore a white shirt, black bow tie and tailed suit jacket.
Emerson jumped and exclaimed loudly at this surprising and unsettling vision, to him at first sight it had looked like some strange spider.

‘Shit!’

[Not again Sir?!] William exclaimed with an apparent air of disgust as with a flourish of its right arms it produced two cloths and started to advance fluidly towards the bed. [It took an age to clean the sheets last night, and how you got it on the ceiling is any ones guess].

‘No no, er you misunderstand; you surprised me that’s all.’ He answered thickly holding his hand up to stay its advance.

[Not as surprised as I was Sir. It took an hour with industrial strength bleach to shift the.....]


‘I’m sure it did’ he interrupted. ‘Can you get me a drink of water please?’

[Certainly Sir]

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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Tue Feb 03, 2015 9:34 pm

As the automaton ghosted along the rails into what seemingly was the bathroom.

The Benn got off the bed and walked over to a large study desk which was flanked on either side by large wardrobes; all were made of walnut and smelled almost new. He opened the drawers and pulled out letters, an SS Broomwell brochure, passport and official documentation with the letterhead of ‘Emerson, Lake & Palmer Investigations’.

He also noted a revolver with a box of bullets in the drawer but left them where they were. Sitting in a leather swivel chair he rapidly leafed through them. Like the assembly of a jigsaw puzzle, the memories of his current persona fell into place.

A long arm with his glass of requested water drifted into his vision and was placed on the table.

[Will there be anything else Sir?] William asked.

‘Yes there is’ he glanced up at the construct. ‘Give me all of the information on the history of this vessel if you please. You will forgive me if I don’t look up from my other work, but I assure you I am listening’

[All Sir? You do realise that I have extens...]

‘Yes yes, and can you give the information at three times the speed’ he interrupted ‘You are capable of doing so?’

[Yes Sir. If I may be so bold to say that you certainly are a strange and fascinating person when it comes to alcohol.]

‘Why thank you William. And whilst we are on the subject, can you get me a large Brandy?’

The acquisition of this personas knowledge put the Benn in a better mood. Almost like satisfying a craving for an addictive substance. From the outside looking in it would probably prove to be a ridiculous sight he thought amongst the influx of data he was receiving. Here he was reading whilst sipping on a brandy; whilst a construct briefed him in a fast squeaky voice.

‘Speed it up please’ he instructed as he winded his finger forward to highlight the point.

Williams voice accelerated to such a speed that to the normal human ear it would sound like a shriek, similar to that of a bat’s.

Emerson dropped the documents back into the drawers, and at that point William’s ‘voice’ ceased.

[All other information on this vessel is restricted to Alpha Star Line corporate employees Sir.]

‘Very good William. May I call you Willie?’

[You have that liberty Sir]

‘Very Well Willie. I will be turning in for the night. Can you please ensure that I am not disturbed before 10am tomorrow? I am sure we’re in agreement that I am going to have a terrible hangover in the morning, and that my business is my own?’ he looked pointedly at the holographic image of his butler.

[My lips are sealed Sir.]


‘Good Man. Please call me Ernest.’

[Very Good, Ernest]

‘Well, goodnight and a Happy New Year.’

[Good night Ernest]

The construct moved silently along the railings and through the cabin front door which opened, and closed behind it with a whirring click.

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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Tue Feb 03, 2015 9:37 pm

He scratched the fabric of the arm rest of the chair thoughtfully. Suddenly a realisation took hold of him, which he acted on at once. Standing, he walked into the en suite bathroom.

What did he look like? He had yet to see the flesh that he inhabited, or in fact any of the personas he had so far assumed. He turned his head to the bathroom sink mirror, and he looked into his own sea grey eyes. But that was all his sight could take in, he could not perceive a face at all!

His inhibited vision somehow reacted with the mirror, resulting in the terrible knowledge that his consciousness was being drawn inexorably into the glass. This was another latent memory of his that had come to the fore, but before he could ruminate on it; his physical vision exploded into a brilliant white light which swiftly fractured into the colours of the spectrum, and with it came the feeling of his body also being assimilated into the colour and absorbed into the ‘reflection’ of his grey eyes.

The only way he could describe it would probably be like the feeling of being turned inside out. He was pretty certain that he had experienced that sometime in his past too..

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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Tue Feb 03, 2015 9:43 pm

The sky was a grey sheet, with long rods of rain that hung frozen across the heavens.

From his vantage point upon a nimbus cloud he looked at the small dots of landscape below, taking a deep breath he felt the dreamscape, his senses skirting the eggshell like outer membrane feeling the chaos beyond.

He allowed his formidable awareness to sweep downward, following the path of a river far below.
it wasn't difficult to locate the crafting, its maker had potent levels of power, however there was a fragility to this realm, he allowed the rain to fall once again before stepping out and walking down through the rain swept sky.

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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Mon Aug 10, 2015 7:46 pm

His descent was almost timeless, perfect spheres of water falling around him, upon reaching the bottom he did not crash but merely stepped from the plummet and out onto a blade of grass.
The blade bent slightly under his weight, he closed his eyes allowing the world to slow and cast out the line of his senses.

They crept across the surrounding landscape like a rolling fog, nudging against the makeup of the land, through the debris of an orchard and the outskirts of a cottage, satisfied that his quarry wasn’t within the domicile he turned to the path of the river.
His mind travelled the path of the river, merging with the bubbling surface he flowed along with it, startling fish and feeling the cold wash of the vibrant water.
He located her after some hours, fatigue gnawing at his senses, the air shaped around him and he sailed into the air, as he took flight his senses flared, plummeting downwards he watched as a young woman left the cottage.

Her form flowed quickly unravelling and rewove into a great bear like wolf creature loping across the landscape at breakneck speed hurtling toward the reed bed to which he now headed.

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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Mon Aug 10, 2015 7:47 pm

Sensing a presence from the reeds the Benn with burst of concentration visualised the ‘dreamscape’ squeezing together, joining two distant points.
Stepping between the two points he appeared in the reeds, there he spied a familiar orb of water within which floated the form of the doctor.
The shape of his dream shifted daughter charged across the clearing, Benn turned confronted with the utterly silent form of an older Japanese man in a flowing robe.

His senses screamed of an imminent trap descending upon him. His anger burned at the thought of this illusion of someone who he had possibly ‘cared’ for was being used in this way, as emotional bait for his capture. But reasoning fell like a reassuring blanket over his shoulders as he inhaled a deep breath, literally seeing and feeling the oxygen, nitrogen and argon gas molecules pour into his lungs, charging his blood with the living manna; and with it a deeper sense of his environment. The carbon dioxide he exhaled voided the fear and anger from his system, but augmented his perceptions. The molecules physically manifested as a cone of red fireflies that circled in ever increasing spirals from his mouth which started to circle almost hypnotically in front of him.
His third eye opened. He smiled benignly at the man.
‘Take the doctor. And leave. I am no one’s slave. I pity your enslavement to the system and do not want to hurt you.’
He inhaled sharply, and the fireflies were dragged back into his lungs. He felt his blood surge throughout his body as he held his breath and he stared down the man, awaiting his move.

What's your bottom line
When you're at the doors

What's your guiding light
When you don't have force


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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Mon Aug 10, 2015 7:49 pm

The Robed man stood still, he shifted his mass onto one leg akin in position to crane with his other leg folded, the sole of his foot against the calve.
He responded to the request with the barest of nods, for his part Shukiro sensed the motion of the scape solidify, his gesture creating a cascade of energy which rippled in a circle, washing over the wolf child.

Benn watched as his senses reset, a blink and the serenity of their standoff had energised into ferocious motion, his dream shaped daughter tore forward; a monstrous lycanthrope claws and spittle ready to tear its prey apart.
Shukiro allowed himself to unfurl, his robes carried upon winds of his own craft, his form following his robes until he appeared like a thousand ribbons caught in a hurricane, the monster tore into his centre and he re gathered, wound and cocooned.

He reformed in a swirling tai chi motion, his rotation finished by a forward push from both hands, a gesture that propelled the wolf woman across the landscape to land heavily on a hill side.
He turned regarding the older man who watched with a degree of impatience, he bowed deeply and then leapt high into the sky, his arc carrying him further up the river and towards a small sphere floating in the stream.

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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Mon Aug 10, 2015 7:51 pm

"Mr Emerson, Mr Emerson please wake up we have need of you sir!"

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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Mon Aug 10, 2015 7:52 pm

Emerson/Benn’s eyes shot open with confusion and shock.

‘Bloody hell!’ He bellowed in fright and flinched violently away from the voice and fell backwards out of the dishevelled bed with a thump on the wooden floor.

As he struggled to rise, his mind played back and considered what it had seen. The first thing that the Benn felt and then realised is that the Emerson persona seemed to be gaining dominance over his psyche; maybe a side effect of his departure into the other worlds. His memory seemed more fragmented, similar to a normal human’s memory of a dream. Strangely it didn’t seem to bother him, and in truth he welcomed it. He and the Emerson persona were one, and maybe this was the final stage of him making a binding to a true ‘existence’.

He embraced it, and pushed the Benn’s ebbing power to the back of his mind. It was the outsider.

Ernest peered above the corner of the bed; squinting painfully in the general direction where the voice had come from.

‘Who is it? Get me a bloody drink man!’ he growled in angry irritation.

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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Mon Aug 10, 2015 7:53 pm

(21:19:06) arcanus: The slight man who stood at the end of Emersons bed started at the angry greeting, the floating mechanised eye rotated as if focusing. <I'm afraid that won'tbe possible sir, there has been an untoward occurrence and your attention is required>

(21:22:01) (Ernest): Ernest audibly groaned as the metallic voice grated through his head. 'Blast the both of you!' he swore as he banged his fists on the bolster of the bed to gain a purchase on the swirling room.

(21:22:35) (Ernest):
He attempts to get up.

(21:22:42) ChatBot: (Ernest)
rolls 3d6 and gets 3,5,5.

(21:23:45) arcanus:
<I wouldn't worry sir> the mechanical Butler chirped to the ships orderly <This is fairly mild for his usual post exuberance>

(21:24:25) (Ernest):
'Yes, thank you Willie.....' he mutters as he slides to the floor again

(21:24:46) arcanus:
(Roll 3D?)

(21:25:00) (Ernest):
'Just get me a bloody glass of water please.'

(21:25:05) ChatBot: (Ernest) rolls 3d6 and gets 4,3,1.

(21:29:23) arcanus: From outside the Vortex Benn felt the flow of the scape, the interconnection of dozens of sleepers who's subconscious fears, hopes, ideas and imagination fuelled the ship and all who sailed upon her, he allowed himself to once again grow whoozy and sink back into the vortex and Emerson.

(21:33:13) (Ernest)
vomits loudly from behind the bed mercifully away from the eyes of the orderly.

(21:33:44) (Ernest):
'And a cloth and bleach, if you please' he adds shakily.

(21:35:05) (Ernest)
the wooden boards creak as he crawls from the other side of the bed.

(21:35:57) (Ernest) And stands up, using what dignity he had left to brush himself off.

(21:37:58) (Ernest):
'What demands my attention Harry?' He asks the orderly, turning his blood shot eyes to him.

(21:40:48) arcanus: "I was told not to divulge the nature of the incident due to prying ears sir" Harry replies

(21:44:18) (Ernest): 'Damn yer eyes man!' I'm sure that Willie won't say a word'. he exclaims as the automaton glides in with his glass of water from the bathroom. 'Will you?' he asks Willie pointedly as he takes the glass from him.

(21:44:53) arcanus: <I am motified you have even had to ask sir>

(21:45:40) (Ernest)
grunts with acknowledgement.

(21:46:15) (Ernest): 'See?!' 'Out with it man!' he exclaims croakily.

(21:46:30) arcanus: "Sir we must make haste the matter is most delicate"

(21:47:32) (Ernest): 'Gah!' he grunts in disgust and hobbles into the bathroom. 'I'll be right out!'

(21:47:53) (Ernest)
slams the door to the bathroom.

(21:48:05) arcanus:
With that Harry withdraws to outside the cabin

(21:48:26) (Ernest): A large drawn out fart echoes out into the bedroom.

(21:48:57) (Ernest): 'Jesus!' he exclaims in disgust.
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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Mon Aug 10, 2015 7:59 pm

(21:58:19) (Ernest): The cabin door opens, and Ernest steps out.

(21:59:47) (Ernest) stares questioningly at the orderly.

(22:00:03) (Ernest):
'Well Harry?'

(22:02:25) (Ernest): He was hurting inside, but being an old campaigner had managed to master bare facing hangovers and other self induced ailments from the general public.

(22:03:17) (Ernest): But God, it only seemed to get worse as he got older.

(22:05:19) (Ernest): His head was in turmoil, he was certain that he had got so drunk that he had he distinct feeling that he had thought he was somebody else.

(22:06:15) (Ernest): Drinking himself 'out of the box' rather than sober was a frightening thought.

(22:06:39) (Ernest): Maybe it was time to pack it in?

(22:06:49) arcanus:
"Ah yes this way sir" and with that Harry hurries off at a pace

(22:08:27) (Ernest)
Follows Harry at a more sedate pace, occasionally staggering subtly to the left and right.

(22:12:09) (Ernest): But it was dashed good fun! He thought with a smile.

(22:12:43) (Ernest): 'Where are we off to man?' he exclaimed. 'Is it far?'

(22:12:58) arcanus: They negotiated the wood panelled corridors and brass cage elevators until arriving many many floors above, as Emerson lurched around the corner he noted a large gathering of people outside a cabin door

(22:14:27) (Ernest): 'Ah..' he muttered to Harry quietly. 'So can you tell me now?'

(22:16:54) arcanus: "There has been a murder sir" Harry whispers quietly

(22:21:46) (Ernest): 'Either that, or a bally soiree I wasn't invited to' he quipped in his usual bad taste.

(22:22:28) (Ernest):
He paused, and rubbed his moustache.

(22:23:09) (Ernest):
'Was I speaking in a Cornish accent last night?' he asked himself aloud.

(22:24:19) (Ernest): 'No matter' he discarded the thought. 'Now, who is it.... was it?' he asked.

(22:24:40) arcanus: Emerson recognised Lawrence Grayson peer through the throng and then hurriedly beckon him over

(22:26:00) (Ernest): 'Thankyou Harry, that will be all. Chin chin chap. I'll get to the bottom of it don'tcha worry!' he said attempting to cheer the man up.

(22:27:29) (Ernest): 'Don't forget to top up the brandy in the cabin eh?' he winked at the orderly, and made his way over to Grayson.

(22:28:54) (Ernest): As he did he raised his hand to his mouth and blew into it; wincing as the smell of last nights Very Special Old Pale assailed his nostrils.

(22:30:06) (Ernest): 'Lawrie! How goes it?' he asks amiably.

(22:31:52) arcanus: The hard pressed orderly's pushed the throng back, Lawrie scowled "Not bloody well, like something from a Penny Dreadful and frightfully predictable" he replied

(22:33:04) (ooc): who is Grayson?

(22:33:22) arcanus: (Government man)

(22:33:39) (ooc): Ah ok.

(22:34:05) arcanus: "Gracious man you were knocking them back last night"

(22:36:54) (Ernest): 'Auld lang syne, my dear chap! Auld lang syne! Pity that goodwill fades so quickly eh? he sighs.

(22:37:54) (Ernest):
'You we're holding back either' he points out

(22:41:31) arcanus: "Very true" Lawrie replies as you step into the cabin, the large state room showed signs of slight disarray although not burglary, the victim was a an older lady still dressed in her high coloured aubergine spinsters dress

(22:45:02) arcanus:
"Lady Enid Turbury, her husband met a similar fate" Lawrie gestures to an adjacent bedroom

(22:46:21) (Ernest): 'Any chance we can thin the crowd out Lawrie?' he winces in pain and irritation as the boisterous and loud shocked voices assailed his hangover. 'But can you get the orderlies to get a list of all the people who are out there? It may prove useful for our investigations.
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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Mon Aug 10, 2015 8:01 pm

(21:32:26) (Dreamweaver): 21:05:14) arcanus: Lawrie frowns and with a flick of his hand the orderlies start to herd the gawkers out of the stateroom

(21:09:5 (Ernest): 'Still in their New Years attire I see.' He muses.

(21:10:46) (Ernest):
'Oh, by the way. Happy New Year old boy.' he offers his hand to Lawrie.

(21:17:20) arcanus: The government man looks pensively around the room, then absently regards you "Oh of course Happy New Year!"

(21:20:32) (Ernest): 'So what do we have here exactly?' he asks as he lowers his hand slowly and looks around.

(21:33:13) (Dreamweaver): (21:22:06) ChatBot: (Ernest) rolls 3d6 and gets 6,3,6.

(21:28:49) (Dreamweaver): The older lady is contorted into a curled up position, her hands twisted into claw like shapes, her face frozen into a rictus
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Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Mon Aug 10, 2015 8:05 pm

(21:30:0 (Dreamweaver): The room appears in mild disarray although not burgled

(21:34:55) (Ernest): 'I take it this has only been recently discovered?'

(21:36:19) (Dreamweaver):
"Around 30 minutes ago, her husbands in the bedroom" he replies gesturing to the adjacent room its door slightly ajar

(21:36:31) (Dreamweaver):
(Roll 3d?)

(21:36:42) ChatBot: (Ernest) rolls 3d6 and gets 1,5,4.

(21:43:47) (Ernest): 'Who discovered it?' Ernest nudges the door open with his elbow to the adjacent room, and looks inside.

(21:49:53) (Dreamweaver): "Orderly arrived with their evening refreshments and pills!"

(21:51:21) (Ernest): 'Evening!' he exclaimed; he looking back at the government man.

(21:51:56) (Ernest): 'So I take it the alarm was raised immediately?'

(21:56:07) (Dreamweaver): Lawrie turns and disdainfully regards the throng who have now been pushed back down the corridor "Stupid arse screamed the entire ship down!"

(21:56:43) (Ernest) looks at his watch

(21:57:28) (Ernest): 'Where is this orderly?'

(21:57:37) (Dreamweaver): The hands have stopped

(21:59:13) (Ernest) Raises his eyebrows in irritation and attempts to wind the pocketwatch up.

(22:01:02) (Ernest) he glances up to where he would guess there would be a clock on the wall or the bed tables.

(22:01:52) (Dreamweaver): Each has stopped

(22:03:02) (Ernest): 'Lawrie, old chap.' he asks again patiently. 'Where is the orderly who discovered this? I take it in the infirmary?'

(22:04:07) (Ernest): <what time does it look like they both stopped?>

(22:04:08) (Dreamweaver): "Sorry old man, bit defuddled, yes secured in the infirmary"

(22:04:31) (Dreamweaver):
<One minute previously>

(22:06:15) (Dreamweaver): You notice wisps of a greasy grey mist drift out of the bedroom

(22:06:30) (Ernest):
'No bother. Its a trying time for us all. My bally head feels like its going to fall off too! What time do you make it?'

(22:06:49) (Ernest): <In which direction?>

(22:07:04) (Ernest): <into the room we are in?>

(22:07:17) (Ernest): <Is there a smell to it?>

(22:08:00) (Dreamweaver): <From the adjacent bedroom, yes into the stateroom>

(22:12:56) (Dreamweaver): "So Ernest what's your initial thoughts?"

(22:13:38) (Ernest): 'I must be talking to myself' he mutters irritably as he steps carefully into the bedroom. 'Can you send someone to get my canvas case from my room?' he asks loudly.

(22:15:21) (Ernest): 'Can you come in here Lawrie please?'

(22:20:44) (Dreamweaver): An equally old man lays strewn across the grand bed, similarly twisted in pain, however vapour drifts off his body, Lawrie steps into the bedroom

(22:21:46) (Ernest): <is there a smell given off from the vapour?>

(22:22:06) (Ernest): 'What time do you make it?' he asks.

(22:25:03) (Dreamweaver): <A smell a little like engine oil> "Just after 3 in the morning" Lawrie replies

(22:25:40) (Ernest): <what time does my watch state>

(22:27:13) (Dreamweaver): <Midnight>

(22:27:42) (Ernest): <and what time did the room clocks state?>

(22:28:23) (Dreamweaver): <Midnight>
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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Mon Aug 10, 2015 8:06 pm

(22:30:29) (Ernest): 'Well, my first impressions are pretty confusing to be perfectly honest. I'll need my bag to conduct a technique which is still in its infancy'.

(22:31:11) (Ernest): 'A technique called 'post incident analysis''

(22:31:43) (Dreamweaver): An orderly appears with your bag

(22:33:01) (Ernest): 'Ah! Thankyou. Can I please ask that no one else set foot in this state room now?'

(22:33:59) (Ernest): 'Lawrie, can you please question the orderly who discovered this incident? I need the information he holds.'

(22:36:43) (Dreamweaver): "Yes of course" he appears quite relieved and exits the room

(22:40:36) (Ernest): 'Poor chap' he muttered as he opened his suit jacket and pulled out a small flask and proceeded to take a deep gulp of brandy.

(22:43:18) (Ernest): 'Ahh!' he sighed in satisfaction, as he visibly relaxed in the company of himself.

(22:46:15) (Ernest): Taking the canvas bag back to the main room, he placed it in a clear space on the carpet proceeded to unzip the sides of it. The bag unfolded concertina like and revealed numerous strange tools.

(22:46:40) (Ernest) drags the bag open to its full state.

(22:48:19) (Ernest): considered his arsenal and began by pulling out a pair of thin silk gloves and putting them on.

(22:50:00) (Ernest): pulls out a notepad and pencil and considers the scene thus far.

(22:51:10) (Ernest): Search roll of..............

(22:51:19) ChatBot: (Ernest) rolls 3d6 and gets 3,3,1.
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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Mon Aug 10, 2015 8:11 pm

(22:55:15) (Dreamweaver): This room appears less disrupted and curiously the man appears more peaceful in his repose

(22:56:46) (Ernest): <Does there seem to be any other incidents that seem to be abnormal in the room besides naturally the bodies and the clocks stopping?

(22:57:33) (Ernest): begins to mutter to himself and mutters incessantly his findings...

(22:59:48) (Ernest): 'Clocks seem to have stopped at precisely the same time... including mine.... two fatalites... husband and wife... initial findings could be related to a poisoning.... possible suicide?

(23:00:45) (Ernest): 'Tis the season!' he murmurs as he places the notepad in his pocket and moves towards the woman.

(23:02:45) (Ernest): He leans forward in a way that doesn't disturb the woman or the bed and smells her breath (or invariably the lack of it) is there any strange smells besides the oily one?

(23:04:05) (Ernest): Observation roll....

(23:04:07) (Dreamweaver): Only the smell of stale food <Its a man on the bed>, curiously the man appears familiar in some way..

(23:04:11) ChatBot: (Ernest) rolls 3d6 and gets 2,1,2.

(23:04:55) (Ernest): <Ah, so where is the woman situated?>

(23:06:06) (Ernest): <Familiar? I'll roll IQ...>

(23:06:07) (Dreamweaver): <On the floor of the stateroom>

(23:06:23) ChatBot: (Ernest) rolls 3d6 and gets 6,5,6.

(23:06:39) (Ernest): <hmm, maybe not..>

(23:08:11)(Dreamweaver):The ship shudders from some form of turbulence, the familiarity is annoying but you cannot place it

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Re: The Eternal Journey of 'Mr Benn'

Post by Adrift in Obscurity » Fri Aug 14, 2015 10:48 pm

See the dark night has come down on us
The world is livin' in its dream
But now we know that we can wake up from this sleep
And set out on the journey
Find a ship to take us on the way.

The time has come to trust that guiding light
And leavin' all the rest behind
We'll take the road that leads down to the waterside
And set out on the journey
Find a ship to take us on the way.

And we'll sail out on the water
Yes we'll feel the sea grow
Yes we'll meet out on the water
Where are all strangers are known.

If you travel blindly, if you fall
The truth is there to set you free
And when your heart can see just one thing in this life
We'll set out on the journey
Find a ship to take us on the way.

And we'll sail out on the water
Yes we'll feel the sea grow
Yes we'll meet out on the water
Where are all strangers are known.

See the dark night has come down on us
The world is livin' in its dream
But now we know that we can wake up from this sleep
And set out on the journey
Find a ship to take us on the way.

And we'll sail out on the water
Yes we'll feel the sea grow
Yes we'll meet out on the water
Where are all strangers are known.

The Ark: Gerry Rafferty : City to City 1978

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