intofireforever | ~014 - [VIDEO] - Laura is possessed, what else is new?

[The video function turns on, and Laura can be seen to have painted some sort of yellow pigment, probably just paint of some kind, across her upper face and chest (which is bare, by the way, aside from a few beaded necklaces--it's a good thing she had her 18th birthday this summer, or this would have taken on a whole new level of creepy). A black pigment is smeared across the area of her nose and mouth, and she's wearing a pair of Laura's bigger, gaudier turquoise earrings (oh, the 80s, how we all love them). An orange scarf is bound around her hair, to keep it back, and she's wearing one of Laura's more provocative skirts (having slit it up both sides, for easier movement.]

This body is...strange. As though it has been sapped of the proper colors, and yet somehow...beautiful, in its own strange and ugly way. I could have fared far worse.

[Sorry, Goddess, but you're in the body of a rather pale blonde chick. Needless to say, this isn't Laura anymore. Say hello to Tlazolteotl (Sacred Filth Eater; also known as She Who Eats Filth/Sin, The Death Caused By Lust, and She of Two Faces), the goddess of a dual nature. She's not only the deity of vice, filth, sexual misdeeds, and sexually-transmitted diseases, but also purification, steam baths and midwives. She both inspires sexual misdeeds, and cleanses the souls of those who engage in them. Essentially, she's Laura, on supernatural steroids and to the power of 100.]

And it is not as strange as this thing I speak through. I do not understand the workings of it. [But she knows how to use it, now, by seeing her brethren do it. She spreads her arms in a sort of welcoming gesture.]

Hearken unto me, dwellers of this place, and seek the company of another. Revel in your lechery, now, and enjoy it without fear, for when you seek me, you shall be forgiven and purified.

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[Having seen it or not, flashing him like that is just not on, Goddess...]

I see. Anyone else you've met that you know, or not?

[He's still fumbling up the stairs. Damn, his hand hurts.]

This is the first that I have wandered this place, but I have spoken to Xochiquetzal...and seen many more, through the black rectangle.

[Fucking communicators, how do they work?]

Oh, that? We.. call that a communicator. We can talk to anyone on board using 'em. Kinda clever, really.

[Well, unless you were from 2010 like Paddy, and very technology literate. Then they were just kinda standard.]

They are fascinating things, these "communicators." Do all here possess them?

Yeah. You get them when you arrive. Everyone gets the same, and they're dead simple to use.

Very interesting. Very strange.

[As they come near the top of the stairs, she stops and steps aside to let Paddy take the lead.]

[Paddy pushes the door open and looks out. Well, he should have probably seen this coming.]

Huh. This is weird.

[Tlazolteotl frowns a little, disappointed.]

This is scarcely different from what I have always known.

[There's a moment of realisation]

Ah, figures. So... um, what usually goes on in this kinda place?

Many things. [She points to the ball court near the foot of the altar first, because starting with the less traumatizing thing is the best course of action. Don't worry, Paddy, things will quickly go downhill from here.]

There, the ball game called Ullamaliztli is played. It is a sacred game of skill, fast and complicated, one which mirrors the eternal conflict between day and night. The winners are greatly honored, and sent to join me and my brethren in Tonatiuhichan.

[OOC: I'm going with the theory that it's the winners who were sacrificed, because it just makes more sense with the whole "sacrifice is an honor" principle.]

[Paddy looked on, a little confused, but remembering when that game had been mentioned before] I think Coyo... y'know mentioned that before. Too many severed heads mentioned, I think, for my likin'.

[She nods, and points at the structure next to the court.] Those are racks which hold the skulls of the winners. They stand empty, for now.

[Paddy grimaced a little,]

See, I prefer football. Which doesn't tend to involve skulls. Don't you have any games like that?

I do not know what this "football" is.

It's a sport. Kinda like that, but with your feet. And less skulls.

~014 - [VIDEO] - Laura is possessed, what else is new?

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