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foolishmortals2017-06-11 04:17 am
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmortals2017-06-11 04:17 am
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Introduction
[You wake up in a bed.
A rather comfy bed, but as you open your eyes, you realize that this room is not one you’ve ever been in before. And even the most villainous of you should notice that something is immediately very off by how morbid your room looks. While generally clean, it looked dark and like it was a part of a very old house.
And that “Rest in Peace” throw pillow really isn’t doing the room any favors.
Meanwhile, on the dresser on top of your new notebook, there is also a message:]
When the clock strikes 13 o’clock. You must all meet in the stretching room for a special announcement.
[Well, it would be rude to refuse an invitation, right?
As soon as you leave your room, you notice a stark difference between the bedroom and the rest of the building. It looked like it hadn’t been kept up in ages, and it shows with how everything is caked in dust or covered in cobwebs. But judging by the other bedroom doors, possibly with other people peering out at the same time you, at least you’re not alone in this strange situation.
As you explore the rest of the first floor of the mansion, you’ll come to realize that, besides the bedrooms, the whole place is rather decrepit and dimly lit. While all rooms may provide a great interest in you, the the bios of all your foolish mortals might be useful to you, especially if you enjoy finding out how much your new captor has learned about you.]
A rather comfy bed, but as you open your eyes, you realize that this room is not one you’ve ever been in before. And even the most villainous of you should notice that something is immediately very off by how morbid your room looks. While generally clean, it looked dark and like it was a part of a very old house.
And that “Rest in Peace” throw pillow really isn’t doing the room any favors.
Meanwhile, on the dresser on top of your new notebook, there is also a message:]
When the clock strikes 13 o’clock. You must all meet in the stretching room for a special announcement.
[Well, it would be rude to refuse an invitation, right?
As soon as you leave your room, you notice a stark difference between the bedroom and the rest of the building. It looked like it hadn’t been kept up in ages, and it shows with how everything is caked in dust or covered in cobwebs. But judging by the other bedroom doors, possibly with other people peering out at the same time you, at least you’re not alone in this strange situation.
As you explore the rest of the first floor of the mansion, you’ll come to realize that, besides the bedrooms, the whole place is rather decrepit and dimly lit. While all rooms may provide a great interest in you, the the bios of all your foolish mortals might be useful to you, especially if you enjoy finding out how much your new captor has learned about you.]
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[okay, so jane isn't here. but there's another man here, with some sort of strange eyewear. tarzan is gonna get real close for a look.]
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[Ford glances over at this person who clearly also knows what's going on, and blinks several times. Okay. Okay, no personal space for this...gentleman.]
Hello, can...can I help you?
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[He's gonna try and nab those glasses now, Ford. It's fine.]
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[Okay, so this...monkey man clearly doesn't English too well. Ford blinks a few more times, and then swats at the hand reaching for his glasses a moment too late.]
No—okay, I need those to see, please return them!
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Them? Return them!
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Please–just—give them back!
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[wow. this is not nice. it's all blurry and...ech. tarzan will let ford have them back.]
Them back.
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Ford snatches his glasses and settles them firmly back on his own face.]
Yes. Thank you for giving them back.
[He enunciates this like he's speaking to a toddler. Or a feral human.]
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[He's making circles around his eyes. Like glasses!]
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Glass-es.