[Episode One] Sanctum

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Left Wing / Study

Miko showed up just in time to see the artifact break against the wall. "Eh, job well done there Jury. Good old bull in the china shop approach I see. Think you missed a spot, that wall it smash into is still standing." He comment with a laugh. He paused to look around the room to get a feel for the area he was in.

He watched as Juryrig Macgyvered a work bench to he believed repair what he had just busted up. "Try not to cross the wrong wires and blow it up. I feel your already on the shit list with our sponsor who I believe is on the way. Quick, fix it and act like nothing ever happen."

Miko stepped further into the room and put together this was a study of some kind. Most of the bookshelves were empty of books. He noticed in the very back of the room some books still existed. He walked over and looked it over. If the book was not too badly damage or looked like it would break apart he would pick it up.
 
Spoop Temple

Arbles looked around with a bit of confusion. Most of the expedition had gone off to one area now, messing with that Juryrig loose cannon guy. Yeeeahhhh uh... yeah. Nah, that's a bit... nasty for now. Best to wait for it to clear out.

Walking over to Dhalia, the hilariously tiny pilot looked about briefly. She asked, "Should I start making camp a bit for us? Or would you rather us wait? While those guys are getting rather busy over there, I'm sure some of us are gonna get hungry for an actual meal pretty soon."

Munch, munch, munch. Maybe she's just looking for an excuse to cook something.
 
Upper Study

Grey would find at least a smidgen of comfort in the fact that the black statue did not have much give, if any at all. The smooth black surface was firm and solid, with no signs of flaking or giving into the areas humid air. On a close inspection, it seemed like the object was indeed painted, with interior curves hiding just a bit of messy overlap and drip. The statues were quite heavy, to the point where one could question if they were glued to the floorboards themselves. What a super strong hold. And once it's on, it holds on tight!

Lower Study

Dahlia stormed into the study just in time to have her eyes be flashed by another colossal pillar of fire from across the room. There was another, albeit quieter "Damn it, Juryrig" as she rubbed her eyes. With another disoriented step, she opened her eyes to gaze around the room. The air left her mouth quietly as she became distracted by the rather pretty sight- the windows, the architecture, the muffled sound of the waterfall. She just barely heard Arbrambles question, paying her not much attention. "Yeah, sure... sounds good." She was lost for a minute, but soon returned to her original target, walking right over to Juryrig. "You better haven't broken anything valuable."

The Scholar cocked her head to the side as she looked the object up and down. She didn't need to bring the other object in to know they shared similar, if not reproduced designs. This one though, was more than a little lively to look at. She twirled her head around to look at Marie, beckoning her over with a hand signal. "Come look at this, there's another."

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The wall-mounted objects didn't do too much more than shudder, which caused a quiet reverberation to bounce around the hall. It seems certain parts of whatever mechanisms were hidden away behind its facade were broken- if not, frozen. Whether they could still operate remained a mystery. The familiar black paint lined the center and rims of the devices.

The books in the back were in fairly rough shape. Their covers showed sign of water damage and general wear. It was difficult to decipher what was left of them, but it appeared to be a once multilingual collection,, for there were a book with a title in English- Hansel and Gretel. At the top shelf though, was a book in significantly better condition. It was almost surreal, being closed in one piece with a dark blue leather binding. The title on the book appeared to shift with the light, and displayed alien characters in one direction, but alternate languages in another,

We Owe Ourselves, Servants in Timeless Slumber and Eternal Wake.

The hell kind of title job was that?
 
“Ah-uh, sure.” Marie stammered as she ran around the place. She recieved the little object.

“Are these flashlights or some sort of...false torch?” she asked, more to herself. “Or...keys?”

She decided to toy around with a few pulses of electricity through it. Food did sound pretty good as it stood, but her mind wanted a different food — its curiosity had recieved a new stimulus, a small morsel of what could — and she didn’t think she really would be able to sit and eat with some degree of calmness.
 
Lower Study

Miko had hit the jack pot by finding a book in very good condition. He knew that an ancient book such as this might be worth some big money to the right person. He admired the fine craftsmanship of the blue leather bond book. The title of the book sounded like a riddle or saying of some kind. He checked to see if there was anything that would prevent the book from being opened. If nothing would stop it he would open the book to take a look inside it.
 
Oliver, having paid little attention to what was going on heard the pilots comment about a real meal and felt a twinge of annoyance as he assumed she meant his food was improper. Upon actually thinking about it a little more carefully the conjurer decided not to open his mouth as it seemed to not be directed at him and he probably just misheard. However it reminded him of the man he had learnt it from and wondered if people would ever actually accept it as readily as other magic.

Putting the strange bundle down he'd been handed earlier, Oliver replaced his hands to the pockets where they rightfully belonged and continued watching the chaos unfold. They certainly wouldn't get anywhere with this degree of uncontrolled mayhem and now there was talk of setting up camp when they barely just got here. "I think I need a walk and some fresh air." He said to no one in particular watching the captain run off to try and stop any more damage from occurring, glancing once at the pilot before he turned and left through the front door moving back to the outside courtyard.

Once outside he took a deep breath and let out a sigh, it was too crowded inside for his liking and nothing was really getting done efficiently with half the crew breaking and stealing while the other half was busy getting all excited over little bits and pieces and in Maries case. Shocking everything in sight to see if she could prove she was the most useful it seemed. "Kinda wish I buried half the crew and not that funky table gadget earlier." Oliver mused as he sat down on a chunk of old stone.
 
Slightly relieved at the mechanism's slight response, but also slightly peeved that it didn't work as intended, Reman decided to halt projections, and figure out a way to examine the internals. In his mind, he knew that the mechanism wasn't ENTIRELY nonfunctional, so if he could find the specific bits of the contraption that didn't work, he could activate the mechanism on his own.

Before he could do anything major, the WHOOSH of flame catches his attention. Letting out a brief "AGH!-" , he sharply turns around and recoils at the insane man's etchings, and the newly repaired relic at his feet.

"Wh- What? What in blazes did you do?"

Semi snapping back into constructive thought, he tried to yell at the rest of the crew.

"There's a huge mechanism here, and it seems to react to applied force! We had that crystal from before, right? Can we get a constant source of energy flowing through it? It may get some of the mechanisms up here working!"

The one thought other than the puzzle-solving, was the regret at not building a radio relay or two. This would be so much easier if he didn't have to yell.
 
"Why alchemy of course! It's the only magic out there that is supplemented by a eldritch god imprisoned in another dimension! Found that little thing on a table. Or, you know, it was a table before I established my DOMINANCE over it! My best guess on what it is, though? No clue! The thing resisted a 60 MPH clump of scrap and rock AND the g-forces from colliding a wall, so by all technicality, that is denoting the signature MacGuffin characteristic of not being easily disposable!" Juryrig briefly looked at the doohicky with his nonglistening , abyss-black eyes. Even now, the man is thinking of things.... Thing that escape even his immediate comprehension.

"Now you two mess with that thing that I just fixed up, I'mma go help Mister Shonen-Jump with this mechanism that I most definitely missed! Good talking to you, Blueberry!" With that, Juryrig whistled to the Dispenser-totting Munchie, and walked over to assist the guy... Who was he again? Revan? He shook his head, concluding that the man in the cheesy attire couldn't have a name like that. Maybe it was close?

"Now, what's going on here, eh? Something about a half-assed mechanism?"
 
Painted... Can't be moved from the floor... Probably a statue. Probably. Still though, they were carrying weapons. It was indeed possible that they were locked there with electro magnets, instead of merely buint glued or cut out of the same substance. There was clearly power still in this place to some degree. "Don't have the tools to check to see if that's the case just yet... Should grab one of those when we take a break."

Though the paint alone seemed valuable enough, given it hadn't worn down in all this time. Grey quickly grabbed a vial for taking samples and a scraper, moving to remove a small amount og the paint for future reference, and possibly some of the material the statue was made of. To his credit, he picked the least noticeable spot incase the employer would rather sell these than study them. As his hechanical arms worked on that project, grey looked around carefully and made sure to begin collecting these supposed weapons.

"Probably just ceremonial, which is a real shame, but if they actually do anything it will be a find."
 
Upper Study

The black material was rather difficult to get a good sample of at first. It had a texture and generally hardness of incredibly dense rubber. After a few attempts, the scrapper managed to catch a groove and pulled a way a decent strip of the material, forming a groove a few milometers thin. A narrow and flaky strip of golden metal was pulled up with it, and placed in the vial.

There didn't seem too much up here, but one of the overturned tables covered what appeared to me a dusty white mat, and sitting next to it appeared to be a pair of broken globes. The metal stand for the globes were long gone, leaving only washed-out orbs of brown, blue, and green. What planets these were supposed to be and their connections couldn't be deciphered at the time, but one resembled the planet they stood on from orbit. Both orbs were marked up with red pins and markings, written in a language similar in structure to the one on that broken statue standing in the left hall.

One of the larger markings appeared to be the same star-like symbol that appeared on the two crystals found earlier- the manufacturer marks.

Lower Study

To Mikos surprise, the book was much heavier than one would have ever expected. In fact, it was almost like the book was made entirely out of solid metal. The surface was smooth and warm, with the little details of the cover etched into the surface- it was made of metal. Despite being pulled from various directions and angles, the book never split open. On the back of the book was an unusual symbol: a splayed hand, somewhat human in shape, with a circle in the middle.

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Dahlia's eyebrows furrowed at Juryrig as he waltzed on to assist Reman. There was a part of her that almost wished the relic he found had been broken, but for now she had to let a small "Thank you" escape her lips. The scholar twirled around to look at Marie, exhaling. "Anything"

As Marie completed the circuit, a much greater flow of energy came rushing back at her, dwarfing the test she gave the object. The surge was steady, but sent tingling cramps streaking up the muscles in her arms. There was quite a lot of energy being stored in there, that much was sure. There was a serious of loud cracks as excess energy was dispersed to the air surrounding Marie, manifesting in solid white arcs of electricity. One or two of the bolts struck the device above Reman, causing a loud reverberation to echo around the hall like a very alien gong. Once the circuit was broken. the surge ceased. Dahlia had taken cover behind one of the wooden tables, rising up to look at Marie. This expedition was having more pillars of fire and electricity than initially planned for.

"...Alright. Don't touch both ends of that at the same time."

She breathed out, but pulled it in in a bit of confusion. She couldn't hear her breathing at all. In fact, no one could hear their breathing, or any other normally subliminal sounds. The scholar held her hand up to her ears, fearing the discharge had damaged her eardrums. After a moment though, the sound started to fade back. The crew could feel the strangest sound waning from their ears, like a quiet, dull ringing. A splat of black liquid fell from the wall, splattering the top of Remans head with a forceful plop.

Dahlia looked up at the source- the wall mounted device. It didn't take too long to put it together. "Well I think that gave a reaction... We need a safer outlet, though..." She handed Reman a rag.
 
Lower Study

Marie had cut the circuit, staring wide-eyed at the device she was holding. Adrenaline had canceled out the feeling of pain or that ringing in her ears.

“Battery.” she mused. “Ow...it overloaded me. That freaking hurts...”

Her skin felt tingly and a little too sensitive, the sure sign she had been taking too much juice. “Discharge. I need to dump this somewhere.” she stated. She started safely disposing of her electricity this time, slowly into the safety of the ground.

“That sucked.” she declared.
 
Lower Study
Reman practically jumped at the sudden cold, wet substance making direct contact with his head. He blew as much of it off his head as he could, before wiping the rest off with the rag Dahlia gave him.

"Thanks."

Reman tosses the rag aside, not into the open flames, but to an empty corner of the room. A heavy sigh comes out of Reman, before some laughter at the whole mess he's gotten himself into. He started briefly to wipe the gunk off his clothing, adding another stain to the many he's accumulated. Reman paused for a moment, and decided to let the decision for what comes next to come down to the crew. after all, he was no scientist. He'd leave the deductive work to those who had a knack for it.

"Now what? Should I give the devices on the walls another try? Or maybe whatever the electricity hit?"
 
Main Chamber/Spookzone

Half-crouched over a deployed portable stovetop she'd unpacked, the curiously warm pilot nearly fell over with a yelp when some sort of gong noise crashed through the area. She... Considered asking what the hell was going on, but a quick roll call showed that she was the only person in the room - that magic dude ran off somewhere, and Dahlia had headed over towards where the commotion later came from.

Eh, she can ask them later.

"Damn idiots always trying to break things... Don't they know that cute the value down by a massive amount?" She muttered to herself more as she turned back to her backpack, sliding out a long, smooth, and rolled up plastic sheet of some kind. A wire hung out of one end, which was plugged into the stove as the smol one unrolled the photovoltaic device, using a bit of the sunlight that was sneaking in through the roof to supply some electricity. It wasn't much, but at least it was enough to power the stove.

Within about a minute, a pot of soup was set on the stovetop, slowly beginning to boil. Most of the crew by now was familiar with how, well... How boring the pilot usually was.
 
Lower Study

Dahlia scratched her chin lightly, pulling out her tablet to bring up pictures taken previously. "You can try... Just try not to break it. I think these might be some kind of speaker." She stopped for a minute, and looked at Marie. Before she began, she made sure to give the obligatory "Are you alright?"

After that, the Scholar raised the paper-thin black tablet a few inches away from Maries face. "The... "prongs" on this battery match the ones we pulled out of the pedestal in the landing hall. I think it's worth a shot." She lowered the tablet, swiping away the photos and checking the clock on its home screen. Time flies. "Check on dinner, too."

It's The Freak Phone

Back in the main hall, the echoes of footsteps and general commotion could be heard. When the battery released excess energy, some of it must have struck wire somewhere down the line. The snack-sized pilot could see a very faint flash out of the corner of her eye, breaking up the half-lit ceiling. A dusty white ring around the center pedestal flickered briefly, trying its best to stay alive but snuffing out in milliseconds.
 
When grey set eyes on the map of the planet they were on- and it was most certainly a map, he grinned, eyes bloodshot with excitement. Other locations to explore? Similar facilities perhaps? Or better ones? Whatever the case, Grey quickly pulled out the data pad, and began quickly taking pictures. Of all the planets, the manufacterer's mark, and especially of the one that resembled the planet they were on. "Fascinating. I'll have to go over these later, maybe find a second site to use to find others? and a second planet... We'll need to decipher their language too... So many little tasks to complete. On top of all this there is still the material to analyze..."

Grey made his mental to do list, then quickly took pictures of everything else on the upper study. "Good stuff up here. But most of it is useless without a roseta stone to work with. Maybe there is a functional storage around here with the equivilant." With that, Grey hopped back down, his irritation at jury rig's antics all but a faded memory. His bloodshot eyes and smug grin open for all to see, far different from the slight frown he'd been carrying much of that day.

As he thought, he absentmindedly hopped off the balcony, the mechanical arms doing wonder as shock absorbers, and quickly meandered over to the black substance that was previously spat out, intent on collecting some in a vial, and then heading to the other room. While this was all quite interesting, there was only so much to overanalyze in any given room full of ancient technology afterall. "Very interesting... quite. You may want to take a look at some of these photos when we're done here, there may or may not be more places like this on the planet."
 
Lower Study

Miko was even more pleased with his find. If it was not worth anything he could maybe melt it down for scraps. He flipped if over and see the hand on the back of it. He took his hand and tried to get it to fit on the shape on the back. Since it would not open the normal way maybe by some freak chance this is how one opens it.
 
Lower Study

"Hm." Marie thought after she discharged herself. "It's probably not a good idea to do it without any idea on what it does. It's a strong battery and we have no idea what it'll do."

"Although, there aren't many other choices...it's probably best to move our camp somewhere else that isn't the main room."
 
Lower Study

"Obviously, my zippy zappy pal, you'd be correct!" Juryrig exclaimed, his finger pointing to the air and a smile stretching from ear to ear. He whipped out yet another set of blueprints, and his trusty pen. "However I also would like to add that perhaps in order to progress further into this plotline, we'd need to step it up, people!" The madman scribbled madly in his blueprints, one after the other like the most absurd printer anyone has ever seen. Munchie obliged in handing over junk, debris, and the table that got knocked over onto the transmutation circle as Juryrig made eight blueprints.

"Well for the record, I mean Marie over here. She needs a LITERAL step up... Step up transformer!" Upon throwing the blueprints onto the pile, the master of alchemy watched as another plume of fire rocketed up ten feet, generally being a bombastic, fantastical, and VERY not humble display of sheer magical power. After the fire burned out, a bulky metal pack came into view.

It had cloth straps and a very magipunk radiator theme going into its design, on yop of having a wired controller hooked up onto it with a on/off switch, a dial to change the voltage, a dial to change the amps, and a dial to change the resistance. There's massive sockets in the sides, and a glowing porthole in the back... Who knows what is even inside it.

Juryrig picked it up, and went over to Marie, handing her- "Here it is, your first new skill at Level Two! Transformer Pack! You're welcome~ Though seriously, this thing was made out of rocks and a table. If you're expecting a Gundam Mech Stand power outta this thing, you're really expecting too much out of rocks."
 
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Lower Study

Marie shielded herself from the blast of fire that roared through the room as the alchemist performed his madness. “Uh...sure,” she answered, still trying to recover from the brightness. “I guess I’ll...mess with it on the ship. It’s probably got places to improve on...”

Saying that she started examining the pack itself. A bit unwieldy for her tastes, but...usable. Certainly has the theory correct, so it shouldn’t be too bad. And while it may not be the best pack it’ll at least function, seeing as how all the transformers were assembled correctly and there wasn’t too much internal resistance.

A lot of cleanup was needed. And maybe a 3D printer.
 
Main Chamber, Campground

The thermally-enhanced smol turned her head at the flash. Did something fall? Hmm... She thought. Deciding that the food could prrrrobably handle itself without being stalked constantly, she stood up. Most of the group, actually pretty much everyone except Oliver - Oliver was his name, right? - had gone off down the hallway place. And they still seemed to be breaking stuff.

As the smol stepped about the chamber, her childlike feet making the softest of scuffs as they supported her, she looked up and down over and over again, sometimes shining her flashlight at areas not really in the best of sunlighting. Unlike a lot of sages, Arbles didn't really get all that much training with her ability - not that she figured that being able to heat stuff up would help with looking for things.
 
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