And holding...

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Form

Name: Léa Chevallier

FC: Gemma Arterton

Age: 35; 2nd February

Role: The Hotel Guest

Traits: Ambitious; Charming; Confident; Convincing; Optimistic; / Bossy; Disorganised; Impatient; Materialistic;

Chapter IV

XV

* The Morning After; talking with Marin; mentions how much she has been enjoying his company; just a shame that the circumstances aren't the best; he says that it is the same for him; finally kiss

XVI

* Exploration of 35/F; see Jadis' notes

XVII

* Discussion of what they need for floor 105/F; Léa also does some small talk with Emma and Anton

XVIII

*Discovery of the Portal

XIX

* Léa's portal experience; see Jadis' notes

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Form

Name: Briella Kenna
Nickname: Brie, El, Ella

Face claim: Angelina Michelle
Age: 27

Role: The Security Guard

Traits: Witty, Intelligent, Observant, Kind, Tenacious || Paranoid about safety, Stubborn, Rigid, Distant

Story:TBA

Round Status:

Round 1: Done   |   Round 2: Done

Round 3: In Progress   |   Round 4: Pending

Last edited by MistyMisty (31/10/2021 at 18:41)

6f!

There has been progress - some. Meriel Descieux is apparently in the building, though why and where she is now, no one knows. There are devices that can help dispel the monsters lurking in the corridors. There’s been glyphs found, ones that you’ve discovered apparently running through the building. And there have been other discoveries, more private ones…

More importantly: the portal has an entity in it, urging you all to revisit past floors, to see if you can make sense of things. To follow trails you might not have seen the first time around. The entity has also given you a choice, and expects you to answer. The other elevator is open, and the floors you’ve explored have lit up. Perhaps you ought to take its advice, see what is waiting on the other side

In the next week, the doors re-open, and the white is there, waiting, inviting. Time to give your answer. And the week after? Well, it depends on how you answered, and why…

Timeline reference:
From now on, the timeline will be calculated by weeks. Week 1 was Round 2, so all matters start in Week 2.
▻ Week 9: Revisiting the past floors
▻ Week 10: The portal re-opens. Time for your answer.
▻ Week 11: To be confirmed…

Round Requirements:
Name/Nickname:
Age: (No less than 24, please.)
Role:
Interests: (No more than 4)
Floor you want to pick: Please pick the floor you want to revisit - please pick one
Outfit: Optional
Story:
Your chosen mission, as well as interaction with your interests and anything else that catches your fancy. Also, your answer to the entity. Once you have your answer, I’ll throw up the task for Week 11.

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Holding, just in case we do use it.

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Form

Name: Léa Chevallier

FC: Gemma Arterton

Age: 35; 2nd February

Role: The Hotel Guest

Traits: Ambitious; Charming; Confident; Convincing; Optimistic; / Bossy; Disorganised; Impatient; Materialistic;

Chapter V

XX

* Léa revits floor 21/F
* Some stuff with Marin, Emma & Anton too
* thinking about her answer

XXI

* Portal re-opens and Léa gives her answer

XXII

* Whatever happens next

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Briella! SORRY IM.LATEEEEE

You left the entity behind - whatever it was - with your answer. There is quiet. A still, perfect quiet, as if everything in the Tower has just - stopped. A quick check at the elevator shows all the other buttons have switched off - only 105/F is there, lit up, waiting. Plans are made, as usual. There are scant trails, but you intend to follow it to the end.

Then one morning, you wake up, and you’re in your own hotel room. There’s a massive elevator dial outside your window. You feel your room moving upwards, further, further, and it goes from one, to twenty one, to eight four, to 105/F. There’s a ding. The dial swings open, and it reveals a sea of red  - static. Sparking. You can make out wraiths flitting in and out.

In the far-off distance, you can make out a figure, standing before an altar, a strange tower rising in the distance. You try to move, but you’re bound to the bed. Then, slowly, the red static spills out, turning to white, then as it reaches you, it turns to… gold?

Not that you can make sense of it. Your vision goes black, and then next you wake up, you’re in a military tent, lying on a cot. There are hooded figures next to you with clipboards. You can hear the bustle of people outside. You try to ask questions, but they only give you an impatient “Be quiet, you’ll be debriefed later”.

You’re poked at, prodded at, and you’re not allowed to leave your tent. You try to ask them if you’re out of the Tower, and you get a huff in response. You wait minutes. Hours. Days. Maybe. You might be exaggerating.

Eventually, after a while, a tent flap swings open. Kayin steps through first, followed by a tall, blonde man. For most part, he is sharp, gaunt - haunted, even, clad in a laboratory coat, you note. Then you see him pull his hands out from his pockets, and you realise his left arm has completely withered. Like something has sucked the life out of it.

He flashes you a small smile. It’s warm - warmer than you expect. He sits down on a stool, Kayin behind him.

“You got out, don’t worry,” he tells you. “But there are some matters we want to clear up and clean out before we - proceed.”

Kayin crosses his arms. You can see he has a leg in a cast, and he looks mostly grim. You ask what happened to the Tower, to everyone else.

“Those who were on the club lounge survived,” Kayin tells you, voice flat. “But as for the Tower…”

He pushes a small iPad screen towards you. You glance down, and - stare.

Where the Tower was, there is now a perfect rectangular block of black metal. It looks to be a monolith, carved from obsidian. And in its very centre, you think you can see…

“Don’t look too closely.”

The blonde man interjects, smiling wryly. “The class of thing is similar, and I learnt that lesson once a long, long time ago. It’s half a miracle you all survived. I can’t say the same about the rest of the inhabitants.”

And what makes him well-equipped to say this?

“Ah. Yes. Introductions, and our purpose, I think.” He extends a hand - his right one, his good one, and you shake it. The handshake is firm. Almost trustworthy.

“Dr. Zain Dawson. I was - ah, recently brought on for my experience. Now, I suspect you have questions, but I have a few of my own.”

He leans forward.

“What can you tell me about Meriel Descieux?”

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And that's it! It's over. You can all breathe a sigh of relief now.

There's not much to say, because I don't think there really is much to talk about. Originally I envisioned this as a simpler contest for me, and in many ways it was. For one, there were a lot less branching paths for this. Maps were another thing - in the future, I need to figure things out.

Thank you to all of you who stayed, despite the chaos - even if I know the stories weren't completed in time. My bad, mostly, for throwing so many things at you! I loved reading every bit, the interactions, the characters, and probably freaking you out just a little.

As for what comes next? I'm not sure. TPOT and TSET are part of a world I want to explore (yes, they're connected, as if it wasn't obvious by now) , but I'll have a think about how I'll explore them, and when. For now - I'm going to take a long, exhausted break, and see you all around ^_^

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I know that I have already mentioned it a few times via Messenger but one last time... thank you for the contest and sorry for not finishing the last two rounds.

I had a blast writing Léa, exploring her relationships with Marin, Emma, Anton and Joseph and generally waiting anxiously and excited for whatever was going to happen next.

Though, I have to admit that without Nina's help, Léa wouldn't even have made it past her locked room XD

And because I had some free time on my hands, I wrote something...

Epilogue

Léa's eyes slowly opened... her hand reaching out to the left side of bed but there was nothing but the touch of the soft and cold mattress against her fingers. For a brief moment - and not for the first time - she thought that it was just a dream... that none of the events of the past few weeks actually happened and that she was back in her apartment in Paris. But then she heard a voice humming outside on the balcony and saw that her clothes weren't the only one scattered all around the floor.

Lips curled into a smile Léa sat up stretching her arms before she swung her legs out of bed. She reached blindly for something to wear - a shirt which barely reached past her butt - letting her gaze wander around the room. It was warm, inviting with the sun shining through the huge windows and more important it looked nothing like the room back at the Tower.

Léa shook her head... now was neither the right time nor the right moment. What happened at the Tower would always be a part of her memories but she pulled through, never gave up and managed to get out like all the others did.

Her smile grew wider once she finally reached the balcony door taking in the sight of the gorgeous Lake Geneva right in front of her. The humming hadn't stopped yet and with a slight turn of her head, Léa saw Marin lying on one of the lounge chairs... arms crossed behind his head and eyes closed.

"Good Morning." The brown-haired woman smiled softly as she sat down next to him.

"Morning." Marin replied reaching for her hand without opening his eyes. The touch still sent a shiver down her spine, "Did you sleep well?"

"I did." Léa squeezed his fingers, "Though I was sad to see that the bed was empty once I woke up." She added playfully.

"Mhm, is there any way I can make it up to you?" Marin's lips were curled into a smirk as he finally opened his eyes.

"Oh, I'm sure you will come up with something." Léa chuckled. She closed the distance pressing her lips against his... he reacted immediately by placing his free hand around her waist keeping her close against him.

Léa curled herself against his side, her head on top of his chest... just listening to his heartbeat. It was one of the moments she wished that would last forever. But she was realistic enough to know that their stay in Switzerland would come to an end sooner or later. Not only because Léa would run out of vacation days but also because her parents were anxious to see her after learning about the Tower.

"I was thinking... have you ever been to France before?" The brown-haired woman asked drawing random patterns on Marin's chest.

"Nope. Why are you asking?"

"Well, I was talking with my parents yesterday and they are still anxious... not that I blame them." Léa explained, "Maybe you would like to come with me? Besides, I know that Nice is lovely this time of the year."

"Are you sure? I don't want to... you know since their your parents and they want to see you and everything." Marin rambled.

"I wouldn't be asking if I wasn't sure." Léa reassured him, "But if you are having doubts - which I can understand - I would visit them alone. I'm sure we can find a lovely hotel for you to stay in the meantime."

"I will think about it, okay?" Marin said pressing a brief kiss on top of her head.

"Okay." Léa murmured before she closed her eyes.

Due to the combination of Marin's heartbeat and one of his hands stroking up and down her back, it didn't take long before Léa drifted back to sleep.

And this time, Marin was there when she woke up again.

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I absolutely love the contest and everything about it and I will absolutely continue writing the remaining rounds because I'm OBSESSED. There was so much chaos, so much fun and I can only blame RL for getting in the way D:

I can't wait for what else you will come up with