Geometric Archipelago:Ignorance on Circle Island/Chapter 20

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Note: This log is still in IRC format, and may be awkward to read as a result.

Chapter Twenty: Untitled

<mainstreet> ---START GAME---

<mainstreet> "Yes. Absolutely."

<Capn_Marcus> "Then go stand in the circle and prove it."

<mainstreet> "What circle?"

<Capn_Marcus> "The Circle of Truth."

<Capn_Marcus> "Or Zone of Truth. Or Specially Designated Area Of Anti-Lies, or whatever they call it."

<mainstreet> "Oh, *that* circle. Yes, because I'm inclined to do what some commoner wants about ten seconds after my wife has been injustly incarcerated and I am in great distress. I don't think so. Move aside."

<mainstreet> "Mister Yoloff!" Mr. Olmedo cut in from the table. "Do it, or we'll drag you there ourselves and ask the same questions."

<mainstreet> "No, I will not. I did not come here to have my entire family, myself included, abuse by this conference."

<Capn_Marcus> "Not to mention you'll have an angry ghost haunting you for the rest of your life. It's not like I've got anything better to do with my afterlife..."

<mainstreet> "Um... parley?" the Baron asks.

<mainstreet> "I mean... can we talk about this... somewhere less, ah, public?"

<Kanzel> "This is where the Zone of Truth is though."

<mainstreet> "What's your point?"

<Capn_Marcus> "Yeah, like we're letting you anywhere out of our sight. If you have anything embarassing or self-incriminating to say, you can say it in front of all these complete strangers."

<mainstreet> "The only strangers here are this crazy psychic dude, the overly yappy lady, and the ghost."

<mainstreet> "But apparently you want the rest of these people to be strangers too. Hostile. And they are. And it's your fault."

<Brellius> "Wait, crazy?"

<mainstreet> "Loco?"

<Brellius> "I don't think that's any more accurate."

<mainstreet> "Were you asked?"

<Brellius> "No, but so what?"

<Capn_Marcus> "Look, the longer you stand there and draw this out, the guiltier you look. Why not just step up and clear your name?"

<mainstreet> "My honor isn't in question. All that is, evidently, is my choice of mates."

<mainstreet> "Oh come on, Septagon," Carmen yells. "Do it or we're kicking you out before you can quit."

<mainstreet> "Alright, alright!" the Baron yells. "It's pointless, but I'll go anyway," the Baron walks around and into the Zone, glaring at all of you.

<Capn_Marcus> Marcus hovers over. "Alright, something simple to start with. your name?"

<mainstreet> "Victor Yoloff. Plus that's a stupid question."

<Kanzel> "Were you aware of what your wife was doing?"

<Brellius> "More importantly, were you a participant in any way?"

<mainstreet> "I am not a crook."

<Capn_Marcus> Marcus raises an eyebrow. "Ahem, let me rephrase that. Were you aware that your wife was committing illegal acts against a foreign island in an attempt to instigate a war?"

<Kanzel> "That was a 'yes or no' question."

<mainstreet> "That depends on what your definition of 'illegal' is."

<mainstreet> "And no, no it wasn't. This isn't a scantron."

<Capn_Marcus> "Ugh, politicians. Answer the question YES or NO."

<mainstreet> "Do you have a scantron? I like scantrons."

<Brellius> "Please stop evading the questions, or I will have to provide motivation other than the Zone of Truth."

<mainstreet> "Hey, I'm a diplomat. What did you expect?"

<Capn_Marcus> "Like the Zone of Incredibly Painful And Embarassing Skin Rashes."

<Capn_Marcus> "Or I could just hover here and do this in your ear. EEEEEAAAAARRRRRRGGGHHH..."

<mainstreet> "Oh, that wouldn't be good. Look... okay... yeah, I had an idea that she wanted to do *something*. What, exactly, I didn't check. She would've 'objected', and I would've been, ah... lonely, for weeks. And I certainly wasn't going to stop her... either it works, and we win, or it doesn't, and we just go home. Nothing happens. In theory. I didn't think she'd get caught. She's always insisted

<mainstreet> she's better then that!"

<Capn_Marcus> "And you believed her?"

<mainstreet> "I didn't have reason to disbelieve her."

<Capn_Marcus> "Really? Your wife decides to try and start a war between neighboring islands, and you didn't see anything *wrong* with that?"

<mainstreet> "Hey, there wasn't a guarantee it was going to lead to war -- that's what I'm *here* for, to make sure it doesn't."

<mainstreet> "You weren't doing bleep to make sure of that," Carmen challenges. "You were instigating us yourself!"

<mainstreet> "Yes... instigation to benefit from the resulting calm down. Is that that hard to understand?"

<mainstreet> "Uh, excuse me? That doesn't even make any sense! You're twisted! Your island really sent someone incompetent this time, didn't they?"

<mainstreet> "Hey... it would've worked if it wasn't for your meddling adventurers... and Circle being dumb and triggering their 'quest' by arresting their own person! I advised against the arrest, you may recall."

<mainstreet> "You did," Mr. Olmedo cut in. "You wanted us to ban Triangle from participating and put the entire island on probation. I chose a far more moderate course."

<mainstreet> "In short, you're an idiot, and an instigator. I move we put *Septagon* on probation, right now! And arrest their so-called 'diplomat'!" Carmen demanded. "Any takers?"

<Capn_Marcus> "Ooh, ooh! Me, me!"

<mainstreet> "Shut up Marcus."

<mainstreet> The delegation as a whole nods silently. Mr. Olmedo sighs. "Very well. Victor Yoloff, you're under arrest for attempting to disrupt diplomatic discussions and attempting to make war on the people of the Geometric Archipelago. Guards, take 'em away!"

<mainstreet> The remaining guards close on Mr. Yoloff, slipping a pair of 'cuffs on him, and start to haul him away.

<mainstreet> Victor glares at you all, but seems to be done talking.

<Capn_Marcus> "By the way, can you let our friend Dusty out of the klink? Kthnxbye."

<mainstreet> "As I said, once the 50 gold release fee is paid, certainly," Mr. Olmedo informs Marcus.

<Capn_Marcus> "Oh. Uh, somebody pay that, will ya? I left my wallet in my other body."

Kanzel finds Marcus's wallet and pays the 50 gold.

<mainstreet> "Thank you," Mr. Olmedo says. He grabs a piece of paper and starts writing. He then hands the paper to Kanzel. "Go into Eagle City and give this to the desk sargeant. He'll release your friend."

Kanzel nods. "Thank you."

<Capn_Marcus> "Alright, finally. Ms. Carmen, can you wrap things up here?"

<Capn_Marcus> "We have to go to the station, and then go find an all-night Quicki-Revive."

<mainstreet> Carmen chuckles at that. "Well, I think you're all done here. We can keep going as before. Just head on out and take care of what you need to. There's still another day of conference left."

<mainstreet> "We'll leave tomorrow, most likely. But for now... go for it."

<Capn_Marcus> "Alright, you heard the lady. Let's bail our buddy out of jail!"

Kanzel heads out and to the city

Marcus leads the way to Jale, assuming he knows where that is.

Brellius tags along

<mainstreet> You enter the city, flipping your passes at the guards. They nod, and you enter. It doesn't take you long to find the JAIL -- it's the building on your right with a big red sign that says JAIL. D'oh!

Marcus hovers on in.

<mainstreet> You find your typical, ah, police station, more or less. There's a few guards at the two doors in the back. The door that leads *outside* also has a guard. There's also a guy at the main desk eating a doughnut.

Marcus hovers on up. "Hi there."

<mainstreet> "...ghost? Are you a ghost?"

<Brellius> "Well, that's a more level-headed reaction than most."

<Capn_Marcus> "Yep."

<mainstreet> "We get ghosts here on occasion. Mostly victims of horrible crimes. So are you here to register a complaint about a death?"

<Brellius> "I think he's complained enough about it."

<Capn_Marcus> "Nah, we already had my killer arrested. Actually, we're here to get our friend out of jail."

<Capn_Marcus> "Kanzel, show him the paperwork."

<mainstreet> "Oh, well, we can't do that unless he's been cleared.... or you have release paperwork and a release fee to pay."

Kanzel shows paperwork

<Kanzel> "And we've already paid the release."

<mainstreet> "Uh... no you haven't. Don't insult my intelligence."

<mainstreet> "I don't have your release fee on file, you didn't pay it."

<mainstreet> "The release fee is 14 gold for this."

Kanzel grabs Marcus's walet and forks over another 14 gold.

<mainstreet> "Thank you. Yo, Billy, go fetch prisoner 128," the sargeant calls to one of the guards. He nods, and disappears behind the door.

<mainstreet> A minute later, he comes back with some tiny gnome you've never seen before. "Uh, Billy, that's prisoner one-two-*three*. I said one-two-*eight*," the sargeant informs Billy, sighing. Billy slaps his forehead and walks back, carrying the gnome with him.

<mainstreet> A minute later, and Dusty arrives, being lead by Billy. Dusty smiles when he sees you all.

<mainstreet> Billy releases his prisoner with a snap, and Dusty walks towards you guys. "Hey, what took you all so long?"

<mainstreet> "And why is Marcus a ghost?"

<Brellius> "He got killed. Long story."

<Capn_Marcus> "Because I'm dead. Duh."

<mainstreet> "Oh. Cool."

<mainstreet> "I want to hear about that."

<mainstreet> "But don't you think we should fix that, first?"

<Capn_Marcus> "Short version is, we caught the bitch who framed you but she sliced me to ribbons in the process. I hope you're grateful."

<mainstreet> "And by 'first', I mean, 'now'?"

<Kanzel> "We don't have nough diamonds."

<Capn_Marcus> "Yeah, yeah, we're working on it. Got all your stuff?"

<mainstreet> "Yeah, Billy grabbed it for me on our way out here."

<Capn_Marcus> "Oh, wait...didn't we find that big bag o' gems?"

Kanzel fishes the bag out of her pack "Okay, let's get these things properly appraised."

<Capn_Marcus> Marcus nods. "Okay, let's get these things properly appraised."

<Capn_Marcus> He floats out the door, and starts looking for an all-night jeweler.

<mainstreet> (All-night? It's the morning...)

<mainstreet> (In any case, you'll find one some distance away, at a corner of building 4.)

<Capn_Marcus> Marcus leads the others inside and has the gems appraised.

<mainstreet> "Good morning, people. How can I help you today?" an old gnome asks.

<Capn_Marcus> "Hiya. Yes, ghost, blah blah blah." Marcus hovers on up to the counter. "We've got a variety pack of gemstones we'd like appraised."

<mainstreet> "Well, sure, let me see everything you have, and I'll give you a full assessment."

Kanzel hands them over

<mainstreet> "Hmmm... interesting... about 150gp in amethyst, 80gp in emerald, 200gp in sapphires and rubies... wow, this is a lot... 9999.93gp in diamonds... hmmm, wanna trade some of this other stuff for more diamond? If you're looking for a resurrection."

<mainstreet> "I can trade, but at a 2-to-1 rate. 2 gold something else for 1 gold diamond."

Kanzel holds up 1g "Will this work?"

<mainstreet> "Oh, sure," the gnome comments, opening his display case, grabbing a tiny diamond from it, and putting it in the pile as he pockets the gold. "10000.93gp now"

<Capn_Marcus> "Alright, finally! So, now I guess we gotta find someone to cast this."

Kanzel gathers up the gems "thanks."

<Capn_Marcus> "Hey, Dusty! Think you can handle a revival spell?"

<mainstreet> "Sure, I think so. Let's see... how did it go..."

<mainstreet> "Ah ha! Here it is... become alive become alive alive alive alive.... beeeeee aliiiiiiiiive..."

<mainstreet> About ten minutes later...

<mainstreet> Marcus gets a strange sensation!

<mainstreet> His body... it's calling to him!

<mainstreet> It wants to rejoin with him!

<mainstreet> Become ONE!

<Capn_Marcus> *poit*

<Capn_Marcus> Marcus's corpse conveniently falls out of hammerspace.

<mainstreet> As does Marcus... who now finds himself in his body!

<mainstreet> Also, as a result of the spell, Marcus magically slips out from Sanni's back, into a position on the ground.

<Capn_Marcus> "Is it over yet?" Marcus hauls himself to his feet, and winces as his old finally catches back up to him. "Gah! That smarts."

<Capn_Marcus> "Well, at least I'm alive again. Finally, I can get a bite to eat!" Marcus hovers out of the door...or at least, tries to, tripping and falling flat on his face before remembering that his flying days are over. He grumbles, gets back up, and shuffles out in search of the nearest hot dog cart.

<mainstreet> ----fffffffffffast ffffffffffforward----

<mainstreet> A day and a half later, you all find yourselves on the boat, heading back towards Triangle Island. "Well, that was not as much of a disaster as it looked to be at first," Carmen commented. "You all did well, and we got some pretty good trade deals in the end."

<Capn_Marcus> "Plus, you know. We averted a war."

<mainstreet> "Indeed."

<Capn_Marcus> "And I got to come back from the dead! I guess this means I can still look forward to retirement."

<mainstreet> "Well, we'll be coming up to the Island to give your reports to Her Majesty after the next fast for... I mean, in a few hours or so."

<mainstreet> ----fffffffffffast ffffffffffforward, onnnnnnnce mmmmmmmore----

<mainstreet> You're all standing in the palace on Triangle Island, in the great hall. The Queen, now starting to show a very definite bump, is listening to what you all have to say about what happened. You know, that "report" thing.

<mainstreet> It isn't long before your report ends, and... "Well, you seem to have composed yourselves well. That's good, for there may be need of you again, on another Island. Very soon. I still have some clarifications to make, but... you all ready for another little quest?"

<Brellius> "I was hoping for a vacation...but if it's for a good cause, all right."

<Capn_Marcus> "Argh, I dunno. I already *died* once this trip. Don't I get some sort of paid leave for that?"

<mainstreet> "Oh, it is. In fact, it has a bit to do with the mission you just had. If I'm understanding what I need. And no, Marcus, if I give you paid leave I'll never see you again. If you want some time in the test lab to, ah... experience... things, go ahead."

<Capn_Marcus> "Oh, alright. I guess I'm not getting any younger just puttering around."

<mainstreet> "Of course you're not. You don't putter, you make sarcastic comments," the Queen shoots at Marcus. "Just do it."

<Capn_Marcus> "Okay, okay."

<mainstreet> ---DUN DUN DUN

<mainstreet> END CAMPAIGN!---