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Kathana: The Game

Barmacral

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You wake up one morning in your opulent Amyrlin's quarters and roll over in bed expecting to see Joe beside you. Confused when you don't see him, you roll over to the other side looking to see him; checking his location with the bond, you notice that he is neither on top of you, as you do not feel like you are being crushed, and he is not below you either, as you can feel the soft mattress beneath you.

 

Getting out of bed you wander over to the closet and you reach into the back where you keep your pudding stash, and eat some pudding while mulling this over. You leave your room to wander off to your study, not really paying attention to what is going on around you because you are rather involved in the your pudding.  Somewhere in the back of your mind a small voice thinks it's rather dark for this time of the morning.

 

Arriving in the study, you finish eating the pudding and remember what you were thinking about, before you enjoyed that wonderful, fantastic pudding. Looking to your right to confer with Joe over the matter you shake your head, no, he's missing. That is the problem, he's missing-- yet he feels like he's everywhere.  You couldn't pinpoint his location if you tried; it simultaneously feels like he is down in the kitchens (perhaps getting you more pudding?) and standing right behind you.  You twist around suddenly, to see if he's sneaking up on you or something (he's tricksy that way.)  Nope.  Nada. No Joe Gaidin here. Odd though, he really does feel like he is everywhere except inside of you.

 

Deciding this is a matter that you need to confer with another over, you summon a Novice to fetch the Keeper. After yelling for some ten minutes for a Novice, you begin to wonder what is going on. Nobody is responding, not even another Aes Sedai, servant, or anyone... turning you look out of the window and see an entirely empty Tar Valon, the gates of the harbours are closed, and even worse, there are no bridges to the mainland.  The sky is filled with a thick layer of gloomy steel gray clouds.  They swirl closely around the city, as if centered right above the Tower itself.  Curious.  It looks like dusk, although the barrel clock on your mantel says it's only an hour before High.  In fact if you had to guess, you'd say that it will be dark soon.  An errant thought-- "There might be grues."  flits through your mind, but you don't have time to pursue it right now.  More important matters are at hand.

 

Glaring, you stomp back to the middle of the room, thinking furiously. You, Kathana Justinia Trevalaer, will not put up with this sort of strangeness. Now, you just need to figure out what to do about it all.

 

 

On the desk, there is the Amyrlin's Stole.

On a side table, there is a Gnifty Coconut Candle.

There is a door South, into the Amyrlin's Bedchamber.

There is a door North, into the Keeper's Office/Amyrlin's Antechamber.

 

 

 

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> Claireducky and Barmacral will be co-authoring this story.

 

 

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Well, first thing's first.  Might as well get started with your day.  If everybody in Tar Valon is playing a massive game of Hide and Seek with you, they'll be sorry.  Oh yes, sorry indeed.

 

> Get Amyrlin's Stole.

> Equip Amyrlin's Stole.

 

You feel an immediate urge to remind people (you're sure you'll find everybody EVENTUALLY-- after all, some people like Mystica really suck at Hide and Seek.) of who you are, which of course, is the MOST AWESOME AMYRLIN THAT EVER AMYRLINED.

 

Walking over to your simple Tairen desk, you admire the finish.  It took several Novices 20 days polishing with Q-Tips and Beeswax to get that perfect shine.  You reach for your stole and settle it around your shoulders with a flourish a gleeman would be proud of.

 

(Kathana has equipped Amyrlin's Stole.)

 

> Get Gnifty Coconut Candle.

 

Ah yes, the Coconut Candle nobody wanted.  You loved it and gave it a home and called it George.  You cross the study to your side table, and are struck immediately by how freaking gnifty this candle is.  You must take it with you, for who knows when you might want to have it's reassuring Coconutty presence. Opening your belt pouch, you carefully place the Gnifty Coconut Candle inside.

 

(Kathana has received Gnifty Coconut Candle.)

 

> inventory

 

While you have your belt pouch open, you decide you might as well see what you've got knocking around in there.

 

INVENTORY:

 

1 Gnifty Coconut Candle

1 Bone Hair Comb

1 Amber Carving of a Pudding Cup

2 Pudding Cups

1 Silver Spoon

1 Tall Floor Lamp (for emergencies)

 

You are wearing a Slinky White Shift.

You are wearing the Amyrlin's Stole.

 

 

HOLY S#%@!, you think.  Where did that voice come from?  Why would a disembodied voice be listing off what you've got in your belt pouch?  And...most disturbing of all-- Why does he sound like Gilbert Godfrey?!  Frickin creepy, man.

 

> Start a small fire in the hope of being able to send smoke signals to someone. Anyone. Do this by channeling Fire.

> Send smoke signal... "Where in the Light is EVERYONE?"

 

You've always prided yourself on being a logical woman.  You have embraced the whole "Of all Ajahs and None" BS, by turns trying to emulate every Ajah.  Now is the time to show your White Ajah pride and think things through logically.  And what does your White Ajah Spidey Sense tell you?

 

"OhmigodIshouldstartafireandsendsmokesignalstocaemlyn!" you exclaim, and immediately feel that yes-- a fire will solve all of your problems, post haste.

 

You throw open the doors to your balcony, shift flying in the breeze around you, and step outside.  You channel, weaving a conflagration right in the middle of the stone floor of the balcony.  It flares up cheerily, putting off heat and light that satisfies the little firebug inside you...for about 5 seconds.  Deprived of fuel to continue burning, the fire immediately gutters out on the cold white stone.

 

Hmm.  So it needs fuel?  Well, you'll give it fuel. You rush around your study, gathering up flammable items like drapes, rugs, and Very Important PapersTM, and pile them on the balcony.  You almost trip over a piece of firewood by the study's hearth, and kick it away irritably. Ha! No measly piece of kindling will stop you from building a fire. You're nothing if not resourceful, after all.

 

With your pile of flammables in place, you channel, weaving Fire again right into the massive pile on your balcony.  It immediately bursts into flame, giving off a cheery glow.  The smoke starts to drift upwards along the white stone of the Tower (and some backdrafts into your study as well).  You grab a rug and smack it up and down over the flames, making the smoke drift up in puffs.  You talk to yourself as you do this, spelling out what you want to say:  "Where in the Light is EVERYONE?"

 

The smoke slides upwards lazily, sending an emphatic message to anyone who might be watching:

 

"LONELY AMYRLIN SEEKS IMMORTAL ENEMY FOR CASUAL FUN AND LOATHING.  BRING PUDDING."

 

Huh. Guess there is something to what whole "Freudian Slip" thing.

 

 

Satisfied with your handiwork, you throw the rug down on the fire, and it immediately catches, turning your cheery little campfire into a bonfire.  You spot something white on the edge of the rug and strain to read it, realizing it is a tag:  "Thanks for choosing Tarabon's FinestTM woven rugs. Now EXTRA FLAMMABLE for your pleasure!"

 

 

Oh.  Oh Crap.

 

 

(CONTINUED)

 

 

 

 

 

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"Oh Light!  Whatdoidowhatdoidowhatdoido?"

 

You back away from the fire rapidly, edging back into your study.  You slam the balcony doors shut on the conflagration, cause doors keep out fire.  Right? Right.  You just need to sit here a moment in your shift and think about what to do next.  Surely something will come to you.  You have always trusted your gut feelings, so once something does pop in your mind, you'll immediately and decisively act on it.  That's how you got to be the MOST AWESOME AMYRLIN THAT EVER AMYRLINED, after all.

 

> Return to closet.

> Change into long black goth dress.

> Get on hands and knees.

> Reverently speak the words that embrace the Great Lord of the Dark into soul.

> Encourage the infiltration and domination of Shayol Ghul into the White Tower.

 

Hmm. Okay, so not EXACTLY what you were expecting to be the first thing to pop into your mind.  But when have your amazing powers of thought failed you before?  Right, best get to it, then.

 

You hurry into your bedchamber and open your closet.  Your hand twitches towards the secret pudding stash you have there.  Surely you have a moment or two to indulge?  

 

Eat us! the pudding cups cry to you.  They sound so sad.  Just one. Just one. It will only take a moment, after all.

 

1 HOUR LATER.

 

You wake up on the floor by your closet from your pudding induced sugar coma, surrounded by close to fifty empty pudding cups.  Well.  You never had much self-control when it came to pudding.  You clamber to your feet and look in the closet.  No more pudding, and all of your frilly dresses are missing.  All that's left is this horrible black number from when you were in high school.  It's shredded in a few places and has safety pins holding it together in several creative places.

 

You shrug.  Oh well, at least you still fit in the darn thing.  You pull it on, noting the single shoulder strap embroidered with the words LOVE/HATE on it.  Ah, what fun times those were.  You can almost hear the Cure and Marilyn Manson now.

 

(Kathana has equipped Black Emo RAWK! Dress.)

 

Hmm.  What to do now?  You stand there deep in thought, idly licking some pudding off the back of your hand.  You thought there was something else you meant to do, something to do with devoting your soul, and something about being in dire danger of burning to a crisp-- but with all that pudding and sugar coma, it completely flew out of your mind.  You never were the best at that "remembering" thing.

 

A sharp crack from behind you makes you spin and look out at your study.  In the hour that you've been sleeping off the sugar, the bonfire made it through your cunningly thought-out barricade of closed doors.  Your entire study is now a roaring cave of fieryinfernohell.

 

Oh, right.  THAT'S what you needed to remember.

 

 

 

~@PAUSED@~

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>Weave water

>Douse bonfire

 

All right.  You can handle this.  After all, you're Aes Sedai.  Never mind that the last time you had to weave anything DIFFICULT was that one time when you got kidnapped. By a wolf and an ogier. You still got it. Oh yeah, baby.  AWESOME AMYRLIN, GO GO GO!

 

You draw yourself up in your Black Emo RAWK! Dress, and face the raging inferno.  You open yourself to Saidar and begin to weave Water at the fire.  The main problem with this, however, is that the fire itself has removed most all of the moisture that was in the air of your quarters in the first place.  You manage to produce a measly quart or two of water with your weave, and hurl it at the flames.  It immediately boils away to steam with a loud Hissssssss!

 

Hrm. So that didn't work so well.  What else?  You could try to draw the heat out of the flames, but you don't think that flash-frying yourself would be an improvement to this situation.  You poke yourself in the temple a few times, trying to dislodge a good idea.  Think, think, think.

 

Ah! You've got it!  You weave a gigantic bubble of Air, enclosing the study in front of you and extending a good 3 or 4 feet on all sides around it.  The raging fire is a glutton for oxygen, and soon uses up what little you have enclosed in the bubble.  After that is gone, the fire dies down to a few smoldering cinders.  You take care to weave and tie off more Air to block off the balcony door (which is now completely gone), so that when you let the bubble go, oxygen won't rush into the room and flare everything up again. (You've seen Backdraft, oh yes, and if Kurt Russell and Billy Baldwin taught you anything, it's that you don't let a fire have tons of oxygen suddenly. You also learned that firefighters are HOT!  K.R. + K.J.T. =  <3 4EVA!)

 

You tentatively let the bubble of Air go, and sigh in relief when the fire doesn't reignite.  Sure, there's some smoldering here and there, but a few weaves of Earth and Air smother those in short order.

 

Fire crisis averted!  You feel pretty awesome after all that weaving (and quite a bit worn out), so you sit on the edge of your bed and contemplate what to do next.

 

>Weave gateway to tower grounds

>enter tower grounds

 

Hmm, you did finally get the Greens to show you how to Travel, but you just did a LOT of totally EPIC firefighting.  You're frankly much too worn out to weave a gateway safely right this second.  If ONLY you had some really cool figurine that allowed you to channel craploads of Saidar through it. *wistful sigh*

 

>scratch crotch as there is no one around to frown

 

Now that the danger is past, you indulge.  You've been itchy ever since you got up (gallivanting around starting fires in your shift probably didn't help), and this whole "entire population of Tar Valon gone missing" deal at least gives you some privacy.   Ahhhhhhhhhh.  Now if only you had a beer and a football game to watch, you'd be set.

 

>look around for some footwear and a cloak

 

Slightly rested, you decide that walking barefoot through the Tower would be a good way to catch cold, and go in search of shoes and a cloak.  You pull the bedspread (red plaid with moose and pine tree motif) from the bed and throw it to the ground.  Unfortunately, your shoe closet shared a wall with the study, and is pretty much completely burned to cinders.  You poke around in the ashes a bit, and spot a couple of shoe boxes that made it through the fire miraculously unharmed.  You snatch these up, and go rummaging in your dresser.

 

Where IS that stuff...I know it's in here somewhere...Aha!

 

You pull a dusty roll of duct tape out of the dresser, and plop cross-legged onto the ground to examine your haul:  shoeboxes, bedspread, duct tape.  Yeah, this will work JUST FINE.  You get to work.

 

15 MINUTES LATER

 

Success!  Oh man, you are not only the most AWESOME AMYRLIN THAT EVER AMYRLINED, but the most FASHIONABLE, too.

 

(Kathana has equipped Super Fire-Resistant Asbestos Shoebox Mocs)

(Kathana has equipped Alpine Moose Bedspread Cloak- Extra Fluffy)

 

 

(CONTINUED)

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> Consider asking the Great Lord of the Dark for help.

 

Oh yeah, watch out world- Kathana is ready for you!  You briefly consider enlisting the Dark One in your search-- since he keeps tabs on pretty much every soul, he would be a totally sweet hide & seek partner.  You can almost see it now...

 

COME OUT, COME OUT, WHERE EVER YOU ARE! DON'T BOTHER HIDING, VERBAL, I SEE YOU THERE HIDING BEHIND THAT BARREL OF WINE, YOU LUSH!

 

*A small and furry figure darts out from behind the wine barrel and sprints towards a tall flag pole in the middle of a square in Tar Valon.  The figure cries out triumphantly, "Olly, olly, ox and free!"*

 

OH MAN!  THAT IS SO NOT FAIR, YOU LITTLE WORM!  I TOTALLY SAW YOU!  LAME.

 

You shake your head, coming back to yourself.  Yeah, the DO would be able to find everybody hiding, but boy, is he ever a bad loser.

 

> Start singing "Somebody is watching me" because it feels appropriate

> Walk around in an inebriated state

> Using flows of Air, weave dramatic gusts of wind around self and hair in preparation for upcoming search montage.

 

 

You decide you've hung around your quarters long enough.  Time to get Krakalakn (no, not that weirdo in 'Chan-- something's wrong with that boy.)  As you clomp along in your Asbestos Shoebox Mocs, you notice a decanter of brandy that survived the fire in your study.  Score!  You pick up the bottle, juggling it a bit because of how hot the crystal is.  You channel a bit of Air and cool it slightly, then take a swig.  Oh, sweet liquid bliss!  The liquor rolls down your throat, immediately warming you and giving you a nice buzz.  You stash the rest of the bottle in your belt pouch for later.

 

(Kathana has received Mostly Warm Bottle of Brandy)

 

Swaying slightly, you start to make your way down through the hallways and stairs of the Tower.  Everything is as still as a tomb.  You whip up a little bit of Air around your back in a funnel, sending your Alpine Moose Cloak billowing and hair whipping wildly around your face.  You tell yourself you're doing this cause it will be intimidating to any would-be attackers, but you really know, deep down, that you are doing it cause it makes you look like a supermodel.  You always wanted to be a supermodel.  Or a singer.

 

Hey, now THERE's an idea.

 

You start to skip through the hallways, cloak still doing it's billowing trick, and singing at the top of your lungs.

 

Who's watching

Tell me who's watching

Who's watching me

 

I'm just an average man with an average life

I work from nine to five,

Hey, hell, I pay the price

All I want is to be left alone in my average home

But why do I always feel like I'm in the twilight zone and...

 

I always feel like somebody's watching me

And I have no privacy

Oh oh oh oh

I always feel like somebody's watching me

Tell me is it just a dream

Oh oh oh oh

 

When I come home at night

I bolt the door real tight

People call me on the phone,

I'm trying to avoid

But can the people on TV see me (can they, can they)

Or am I just paranoid

 

When I'm in the shower I'm afraid to wash my hair(yeah)

Cause I might open my eyes and find someone standing there

People say I'm crazy (crazy) just a little touched

But maybe showers remind me of "Psycho" too much

 

I always feel like somebody's watching me

And I have no privacy

Oh oh oh oh

I always feel like somebody's watching me

Tell me is it just a dream

Oh oh oh oh

 

Hey

Oh oh oh oh (Who's watching me)

tell me Who's watching me

Tell me who's watching

Hey (Who's watching me)

Oh oh oh oh

Tell me who's watching me

 

Oh oh oh oh

Who's watching

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Tell me who's watching

Oh oh oh oh

Who's watching

Oh oh oh oh oh oh

Tell me who's watching me

 

I don't know anymore

Are the neighbors watching me

Oh oh oh oh oh

Well is the mailman watching me

And I don't feel safe anymore, what a mess

I wonder who's watching me now

Who?

The IRS...

 

I always feel like somebody's watching me

And I have no privacy

Oh oh oh

I always feel like somebody's watching me

Tell me is it just a dream

Oh oh oh (Who's watching me)

 

I always feel like somebody's watching me

And I have no privacy

Oh oh oh

I always feel like somebody's watching me

Tell me is it just a dream

Oh oh oh (Who's watching me)

 

Who's watching

Tell me who's watching

Who's watching me

Who's watching me

 

You come to the end of the song as you reach the Novice's wing, exhilarated by the brandy and the cloak-billowing and the singing.  "Hells yes!" you yell.  "Take that, Star Search!  Hope you're enjoying the decision to pass me up, McMahon...in Hell!  (too soon?)  I tell ya, slap that happy crappy on YouTube, and I'll be bigger than the Numa Numa Guy!"

 

(CONTINUED)

 

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>weave a gateway to Shayol Ghul and pledge soul to the Great Lord of the Dark

>Weaves gateway back to Tower

> Lights gnifty coconut candle as gift for the Dark One.  

 

Again you consider the possibility of using the DO in your search for the missing peepulz. Perhaps a direct trip to Shayol Ghul for a heart-to-heart is in order? Hmmm....Nah. You're still rather faded after all that channeling upstairs, so a gateway is still gonna be impossible.  Oh, to have an angreal.  "An angreal, an angreal, my kingdom for a deliciously cute and custom-made angreal!"

 

However, it couldn't hurt to have the Dark One on your side in this, could it?  And besides, you know the perfect way to handle this.  You dig around in your belt pouch and come out with the Gnifty Coconut Candle.  You place the candle on a pedestal in the hallway, and light it with a flicker of Fire.  Coconut-scented goodness fills the air as you kneel in front of the pedestal and begin to speak.

 

"Dear...wait, what do I call you?  Dark One is rather informal, and I'm not so stupid as to use your real name right now, so... how about Shai-nay-nay?  Yes, that'll work.  Ahem."

 

"Dear Shai-nay-nay, hey, wazzup!?  I know we don't talk much, and I don't wanna get your hopes up or anything, but I guess if you felt like helping me out finding someone, ANYONE, I'll do my very bestest not to Balefire any of your minions the next time I see them.  No pressure.  Enjoy the candle; it's the slow-burning kind!"

 

You get up and walk into the Novice quarters, giggling a bit under your breath.  After you, you did just "Re-Gift" to the Dark One.

 

You never notice the man-sized shadow in the hallway behind you. It moves towards the candle, studies it a moment, then takes it with him and leaves through a gateway, where the Gnifty Coconut Candle passes out of this tale forever (much like a certain scrimshaw turtle or a certain paper boat that some of the King fans out there might remember.)

 

>find backpack

>ransack novice quarters.  

>stuff interesting things into backpack

 

You continue to hum Rockwell under your breath as you make your way through the Novice quarters, which appear to be just as deserted as the rest of the Tower.  There's a distinct urge to GET A BACKPACK, but as bookbags just aren't really used in the Tower, you aren't too hopeful you'll find one.  And after all, your belt pouch has shown amazing ability to hold large and unwieldy objects.  

 

As you search the Novice rooms, you're amazed with how boring and similar all the rooms are.  How could wild and crazy girls like MachinShin and Seafolk live here?  You would at least expect a copy of Playgirl or Pillow Friends Today here and there, but nope-- nothing.

 

You're about to give up on this gallery of the Novice Quarters and try the other gallery when you spot something poking out from under the bed of one of the rooms.  Hmmmm....that looks interesting, you think.  You grab it and stuff it into your belt pouch; you'll have to check it out later.

 

(Kathana has acquired 1 Interesting Thing.)

 

> find oath rod

> remove oath to Dark One

> use stuff from backpack to fend off people that would have you retake the oath to the DO

>swear on Oath Rod allegiance to the Great Lord

>throw Oath Rod into the Erinin River

 

Woh.  You shake your head, slightly dizzy.  You suddenly had all sorts of crazy ideas about the Oath Rod and what to do with it.  Must be the brandy.  As there's only ONE Oath Rod, you're pretty sure that you having access to it in this state would be a bad plan.

 

(Kathana will no longer respond to commands involving the Oath Rod.)

 

> teach the Sitters how to dance to 'I'm a little teapot'

>balefire Mystica

 

You decide to head to the other Novice gallery and see what you can see.  From almost the moment you enter the second gallery, you decide that you are not alone.  You hear a very faint squeaking, and a light tapping along with it.  You decide that it might be prudent to prepare several very nasty weaves and you do so as you move along, checking each room in the gallery.  As you move to the end of the gallery, the squeaking sound gets a bit louder.  You know which door the sound is coming from, now.

 

You reach the door, reach out and turn the handle, weaves ready.  The scene that unfolds as the door swings open is totally not what you expected.

 

A Novice is hiding partially under her bed-- except for her backside, which sticks out into the room.  She is giggling.  Her very high-pitched giggle is paired with her feet drumming on the wooden floor, shoes tapping as she laughs.  Another woman is in the room, back turned to you and bent over, tickling the Novice.  

 

You let out a sigh of relief you didn't know you were holding.  It's just a---HOLYCRAPWHATISTHAT?!  You jump in alarm as the woman doing the tickling turns around, revealing a Trolloc's sharp beak and feathered face.  The weave for Balefire leaps from your hands, before you realize what you are doing (you DID kinda tell the D.O. you wouldn't Balefire his peeps, remember?).  

 

The Trolloc woman dives to the floor, landing on top of the Novice's back with an "OOF!" and barely escaping getting Balefired out of existence.  You start to wind up with a different weave when you hear a muffled voice cry "Wait, Mother!  Don't!"

 

You stand in shock as the Trolloc woman gains her feet and pulls her face off to reveal Mystica underneath.  The Novice also stands, revealing plump little Karana in a white wool dress.  Wait, wut?!  Karana hasn't been a Novice for a couple hundred years.  Why was Mystica in the Novice gallery?  Why was she wearing a Trolloc mask?  And why was she tickling Karana mercilessly while WEARING a Trolloc mask?  This is all too much for you.  You faint dead away.

 

Dream Sequence:

 

"Ok, girls, I've had it!  I'm serious, if the lot of you don't get it right this time, I'll find all new Sitters who CAN sing 'I'm a Little Teapot' AND do the motions...."

 

 

 

 

 

 

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