Rosina's Chambers | |
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Category | Story Event |
Type | Story |
Data ID | 256177 |
Rosina's Chambers is a Sunless Sea Story Event.
Story description[]
The cavern is crowded. In the center is a bathtub full of ice, in which sits a woman in an obvious state of illness. Several Antheans attend her, one with deft, clear fingers. Then there are a number of other people attending, who mostly talk among themselves, but sometimes turn to watch Rosina.
Trigger conditions[]
Rosina's Chambers is triggered when you do the Visit Rosina in her Chambers action in Anthe.
Interactions[]
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Meet Rosina
She has seen you come in. |
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Baked from within Rosina is dying of animescence, the disease of the Elder Continent. Any passion speeds the disease. She must, therefore, lie very still in an ice bath and think of things that do not interest her. Going sharp in the spleen protects her against the passion of anger, but other passions are still a danger. ![]() ![]() |
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Learn more of Rosina Speak to her of her choices and what she requires. |
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She tells you her story For a long time, she looked for cures of the body. "I was certain the inhabitants of the Elder Continent would be able to correct what is wrong," she says. "But if they know how, they refuse to say. Now... I merely keep back the disease as long as I can, and seek cures of the sentiment instead. If I keep very calm, my symptoms subside. If you find anything in your travels – works of philosophy or guidance – that might help me compose myself, please bring them to me." |
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Find out what all the onlookers are for They aren't assisting in any medical proceedings. |
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Carrion birds You ask the onlookers directly. "Conflagrati," says one, and titters. Another one curiously puts her hand on your forehead, as though to see whether you have a fever. | |||
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Carrion birds You put your question. Rosina glances over at the cluster of men and women. Her expression is blank; the emotion that ought to be there has been controlled, or wiped away. | |||
Present a Drownie Counterpoint to Rosina
The light and gloom might counteract one another. Would this hasten Rosina's animescence, or slow it? |
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A settled audience Rosina braces herself in the ice bath and prepares for the Song. You cannot replicate exactly how it sounds in the air-water of Dahut, but its contradictions come through clear enough. It is hard to take either joy or sorrow too seriously, if you believe the Song. |
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Sing the Drownie Counterpoint at extra length and subtlety The light and gloom might counteract one another, and you have the singing voice to perform it with more than typical control. |
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A settled audience Rosina braces herself in the ice bath and prepares for the Song. You cannot replicate exactly how it sounds in the air-water of Dahut, but its contradictions come through clear enough. It is hard to take either joy or sorrow too seriously, if you believe the Song. ![]() ![]() |
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Perform a Drownie Love-song for Rosina She won't have heard this one before. Of course, if she's strong enough, she will resist. |
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Failed event | Special is calculated as follows: 10*Anthe: Rosina's Health * 1.67 |
Resisted "Enough!" She holds up a hand almost at the first note. "I recognise the tune. Who let you in here? Are you an agent of the Continent? Get out." If her spleen weren't a lump of crystal, she would be much angrier.
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Vicious Every love song has a potentially catastrophic effect on her condition. Yes, even if the lover is cold-hearted and strange. Even if the song carries the chill of the ocean trenches in its melody. This one is no exception. As she listens, she begins to smoke. She gestures at you to be silent, but you go on implacably as longing consumes her. ![]() ![]() ![]() | |||
Perform a Drownie Hymn for Rosina
There might be a healing effect to its harmonies. |
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Unmovingly alien
The song and all it celebrates is alien to Rosina: she cannot understand it well enough to be moved by it. The confusion and apathy are a tonic to her animescence. Her skin cools and she looks significantly healthier than she did before. ![]() ![]() |
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Tell Rosina a story from Low Barnet
It will likely speed up the progress of her illness. |
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What begins as a traveler's tale...
You present your story as though it were simply a documentary account, a bit ordinary, nothing to threaten the balance of her mind. It is only slowly that you introduce the romance between two of the characters, the understated devotion, the inevitable betrayal. Rosina listens with her eyes closed, never startled into alarm, but the ice around her begins to melt. You can feel the heat from here. |
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Offer Rosina a Needle of Fortas
If you tell her it is a sort of medicine, she might permit it. |
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In the upper arm, beneath the skin Rosina makes no sound as you puncture her arm. In a moment she knows that you have tricked her: there is some horrible recollection in the Needle, and she weeps as she remembers it. Her cheeks are flushed with the effects of animescence, and the tears evaporate away again almost at once. |
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Present a love letter to Rosina
A wisp of steam curls from her neck at the mention of the author's name. This must be done delicately. |
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A love letter consumed, consuming Did you fail to mention the nature of the letter? Rosina is reads her lover's words. At the first sentence, the page singes at her touch. Another line and the ice in her tub steams. ![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() | |||
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A love letter, carefully consumed Rosina will not deny the letter. But at your warnings, she takes every precaution. ![]() ![]() ![]() | |||
Provide a dry lecture on the social stratification of Visage
Obscure pedantry might be just the thing for Rosina. You have the tongue to tell it. |
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Curative tedium You explain the masks. You establish the etiquette associated with each one. You rely upon the most technical of anthropological vocabulary. You allow yourself some reflections upon theories of esquivalience as they pertain to performative duties in highly dissimulative societies... |
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Read some Romantic Literature to Rosina It would be very bad for her, of course. She will resist if she is strong enough. |
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Failed event | Special is calculated as follows: 10 * Anthe: Rosina's Health * 1.67 |
Out! Rosina sits up at the first sentence. "Who let you in here? Are you an agent of the Nidaheen? You must leave." If her spleen weren't a lump of crystal, she would be much angrier.
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Melodramatic and implausible There are smiles from the on-lookers while you read, and sometimes guffaws. "Breasts like mushroom caps?" "I'd like to see the author try that herself." ![]() ![]() ![]() | |||
Read Approved Romantic Literature to Rosina It would be very bad for her, of course. She will resist if she is strong enough. |
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Failed event | Special is calculated as follows: 10 * Anthe: Rosina's Health * 1.67 |
Out! Rosina sits up at the first sentence. "Who let you in here? Are you an agent of the Nidaheen? You must leave." If her spleen weren't a lump of crystal, she would be much angrier.
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Heavily censored It's difficult reading, because the best passages have been edited and in some places completely blacked out. There is a scene involving a blindfold and a bowl of Zzoup, but it keeps lapsing into ellipses. Some sentences would be more comprehensible if you replaced the word "spoon" with another word entirely. ![]() ![]() ![]() | |||
Read Anthean Romance to Rosina She will resist if she is strong enough, but the revised volume is very seductive. She may not have the will. |
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Failed event | Special is calculated as follows: 5*Anthe: Rosina's Health * 1.67 |
Out! Rosina sits up at the first sentence. "Who let you in here? Are you an agent of the Nidaheen? You must leave." If her spleen weren't a lump of crystal, she would be much angrier.
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Clouds of steam As you read, Rosina heats alarmingly. Steam rises from her bath at such a rate that it becomes difficult to see the page in front of you. Her acolytes draw close around her bath, hoping to take her infection the moment she undergoes a change. ![]() ![]() ![]() | |||
Witness Rosina's Death She is very near destruction now. You have done enough. |
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Witness Rosina's Recovery She has been looking better and better. |
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Ask Rosina to rejoin the Seven Against Nidah She was their Healer. |
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She shakes her head. "Look at me. Immersed; confined. If I were to pursue a cause, or expose myself to... old, fierce relationships, I would irreparably hasten my condition. No. In my present state, I cannot. Perhaps if I were recovered. Or perhaps Mariam can suggest a replacement. I would understand."
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Depart without saying anything to her It is none of your concern whether she lives or dies. |
Once more up the narrow staircase The walls are slick with condensed steam. There is a sheen of ice on the steps.
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Return to the rest of Anthe Leave the sick-chambers. |
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The staircase The way is steep, up cut stone stairs. Sometimes it becomes a ladder rather than a staircase at all. After the first few flights, you can no longer hear the murmur of conversation in the sickroom.
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Return to the rest of Anthe You have nothing more to do here. Leave the sick-chambers. |
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Once more up the narrow staircase The walls are slick with condensed steam. There is a sheen of ice on the steps.
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Anthe,
Rosina's Death,
Rosina's Recovery