trans_9 | The Chamber of the Ordeal (Open)

Alanna had decided that it would be best to at least scout out her new surroundings. After all, she'd rather not find out the hard way that there were dangers out there just waiting for them all to drop their guard and if she was really fortunate then she might even discover a way out of here. She wouldn't hold her breath, but she also held on to a certain amount of hope that the solution to their captivity would be found soon. It wouldn't be found through inaction though.

That wasn't what she found though as she entered a new area and found herself face to face with something very familiar. Her breath caught in her throat and her hands clenched at her sides as she stared hard at the stone chamber within the room. To someone unfamiliar with it, it didn't look terribly intimidating. It was a plain stone chamber, rectangular in shape. Alanna was far from unfamiliar with it though and she knew that it was far more than it appeared.

The Chamber of the Ordeal... why had it been brought here? Did it function the same as it had in Tortall? Given that the Chamber could not be manipulated by outside forces, at least as far as she knew, she assumed that it had to function as it had. She was in no hurry to test it, in truth. She'd managed to pass the Chamber's test, but she didn't think that there was anything in the world that would convince her to walk willingly back into that room again.

Not totally trusting her eyes, she took a step closer to further investigate, biting down hard on her lip. It was forbidden to make a sound in the Chamber of the Ordeal.

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"As you like," said Roger, and then grimaced- not that it could be seen behind his helmet. "You're probably right about the searching. Although something's going on I definitely don't like- more than usual, I mean. I've seen a lot of strangeness in what little time I've had on the ship, but nothing quite like that before."

He nodded towards what he could see of the Chamber.

"I could be wrong, but it seems like a bad sign."

Alanna's frown deepened, worry reflected in her eyes although she tried to hide it. That life on Stacy was strange was pretty clear from the moment you woke up and that fact didn't seem to change much. It was as though every time she thought she had a handle on the situation, the carpet was pulled out from under her and she was back at square one again. "This situation is worrying, but everything about this place is worrying," she grumbled, possibly sounding a tiny bit cranky. Better than sounding worried, afraid, or angry. She hated this, being cut off from most of the crew and having what little control she'd over her own life stripped from her. It felt as though she was being toyed with and that was not a feeling that she cared for at all. "No point in dwelling on that point too much. We just need to be prepared for as much as we can be."

A bad sign? One could call it that certainly, although perhaps not. Alanna herself wasn't even sure what to make of the Chamber's presence. Why had it been brought here? Was it intended to test those aboard Stacy as it had back in Tortall? Was it here simply by mistake? If it was a mistake, it was a potentially dangerous one.

"I... don't know," she answered slowly. "It has it's uses, but it's not wise to take it lightly."

Nothing wrong with cranky; military men had been turning to cranky to bolster their arguments since the days of the first organized force to defend the first city. Roger nodded. "Not so very different from the way things tend to shake out at home," he said. "We should be able to manage. Some of us've found the restrooms and the mess hall, and a miniature crew quarters. It's a base, if nothing else."

And then she commented on the Chamber; Roger turned to look at it a little more closely. "Sort of resembles things you'd see in museums, back home," he said. She seemed to recognize it, after all.. "Temples and such. Doesn't... doesn't feel like one, though, if you catch my meaning. What's it for, if I can ask?"

"And there's confirmed food and water in the mess hall?" Alanna asked, wanting to make sure that their needs would be met even if they were here for a while. Not that she wanted this to last long enough for it to matter, but it would be foolish to ignore the possibility especially given that she'd seen no place where she might be able to hunt for or gather food nor any place where it might be possible to find water. "That's good to hear. We may need it." Never underestimate the importance of having a secured base.

She shook her head as her eyes drifted back to the walls of the Chamber. "It's definitely not a temple. The Chamber is... a test."

"So they tell me," said Roger. "I haven't tested it yet, but it smelled about how you'd expect an operational mess hall to smell while I was in there."

He considered the words. Slowly, he nodded. "Understood," he said. "Automated, I'm assuming? It starts its testing action on its own? That kind of thing ought to be marked."

Whatever the test involved, you didn't want to spring anything big on an unsuspecting arrival.

She nodded thoughtfully. That they had an operational base was perhaps the first encouraging thing that she'd heard so far. "That's good to know. Thank you."

Alanna hesitated, biting her lip as she considered the best way to broach the topic. She took her duty to her companions aboard Stacy very seriously, but she took the oaths that she'd taken when she'd accepted her shield very seriously as well and so she felt divided. It was forbidden to speak in detail about what one saw within the walls of Chamber, but she could at least offer a warning, even if she had to keep it vague.

"It is... magical in nature. A strange magic that cannot be affected by outside sources," she told him carefully. Everything she'd said so far was common knowledge in Tortall. "It should be marked. It would... be very bad for someone to walk in there unknowingly. I don't understand why the Chamber would be here in the first place anyway."

Magic or science or something else entirely, it was dangerous and automated and unable to be disabled; that was the important part. Roger nodded. "There's a lot about this place I don't understand myself," he said. "For whatever that's worth. Right now the important thing is, that place is here and we can't get rid of it, so we'd better make sure nobody does anything dangerous with it. I haven't got anything to write with or bar the door, though, do you?"

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