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foolishmortals2018-01-07 10:29 am
grimgrinningghosts) wrote in foolishmortals2018-01-07 10:29 am
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Forget all your troubles
[You wake up and instantly realize something is wrong.
There is a vague feeling of dread hanging in the air and, as comfortable as this bed is, there’s just something off about everything, even before you open your eyes. The dread only grows when you open your eyes and realize that you are in a completely unfamiliar room. One that has clearly seen better days at that.
As you explore your room, you will soon find a bedroom key resting on the dresser along with a note]
Welcome, esteemed guest, to our humble abode. We hope that you enjoy your stay in this Phantom Manor, as we expect you to stay with us for a very long time.
Feel free to make yourself at home as you enjoy what this manor has to offer, whether it’s the library, our projection room, or our famous wax museum. We’re sure you will find great joy
However, before you can get too comfortable, we ask you to please come to the portrait gallery at noon so we can discuss your stay here.
We eagerly await to meet you.
-Your Host
[The uncomfortable feeling doesn’t let up as you leave the safety of your bedroom. The manor seems old and decrepit, almost like it would fall over at the slightest breeze. Despite that, anyone who tries to escape will soon realize that the walls are unusually sturdy, and there are no doors that would seemingly lead to the outside world.
Still, at least you’re not alone in this scenario, if the other bedroom doors are any indications. Maybe there are a few more people coming out of their bedrooms too, so you have someone to talk toif you want to try to figure out what's going on. But if the 30 bios in the foyer hall are any indication, whoever has you here did not do this on accident. Whatever you’re here for, it seems like you’re here for a reason.
But hey, what’s the use of being pessimistic about this? Maybe it’s all an innocent situation… right?]
There is a vague feeling of dread hanging in the air and, as comfortable as this bed is, there’s just something off about everything, even before you open your eyes. The dread only grows when you open your eyes and realize that you are in a completely unfamiliar room. One that has clearly seen better days at that.
As you explore your room, you will soon find a bedroom key resting on the dresser along with a note]
Feel free to make yourself at home as you enjoy what this manor has to offer, whether it’s the library, our projection room, or our famous wax museum. We’re sure you will find great joy
However, before you can get too comfortable, we ask you to please come to the portrait gallery at noon so we can discuss your stay here.
We eagerly await to meet you.
-Your Host
[The uncomfortable feeling doesn’t let up as you leave the safety of your bedroom. The manor seems old and decrepit, almost like it would fall over at the slightest breeze. Despite that, anyone who tries to escape will soon realize that the walls are unusually sturdy, and there are no doors that would seemingly lead to the outside world.
Still, at least you’re not alone in this scenario, if the other bedroom doors are any indications. Maybe there are a few more people coming out of their bedrooms too, so you have someone to talk toif you want to try to figure out what's going on. But if the 30 bios in the foyer hall are any indication, whoever has you here did not do this on accident. Whatever you’re here for, it seems like you’re here for a reason.
But hey, what’s the use of being pessimistic about this? Maybe it’s all an innocent situation… right?]
hallway
It's a very detailed costume.]
..Don't look at me, I didn't do anything to you.
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[The truth is out--Louis is just a really dedicated fursuiter]...Then why d'you have sharp hair and metal earmuffs? Looks pretty suspicious to me.
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That's ridiculous, why would you put phones on your ears? It doesn't even look like you can use them to talk.
[bear with him hes from the 1920s]
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[Well, he is an alligator or in an alligator suit; he wouldn't really need anything for his...hair....
Why is he having this conversation?]
Wrong kind of phone. You listen to music with these. Want to try?
[His mp3 player might still have some juice left in it. Does Louis even have ears though?]
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[He peeks his head out of the door just a little bit more, eyeing the...headphones.]
So it's like, two personal phonographs for your ears? Now that's pretty cool. What kinda jams you got?
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[Gonna take the headphones off and...well, not put them on Louis, but he'll hold one of the ears up to the side of the gator's head and fiddle with the player with the other hand.]
Techno, dance music...stuff like that. Here.
[In a few seconds, a song will start playing.]
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Hm. Never heard any music like this before, but I can dig it.. S'got a nice, solid beat! Personally, I'm a jazz and swing sorta guy.
...What am I sayin', I got other stuff to worry about besides music. Did you get an invitation in your room, too?
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But apparently he doesn't want to appreciate it for long, which is fine with Neku because Louis is tall enough that Neku's arm was getting tired holding the headphones up to his head. Back around Neku's neck the phone's go (minus the music; who knows if there's any way to charge the player in this place).]
The one where our 'host' welcomed us and said to go the portrait room later? I got one.
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[Cue worried expression.]
The invitation said we'd be stayin' here a while, but I ain't got time for that. Got a gig to get to, got stuff to do, y'know? There's gotta be a way out somewhere.
[Hopefully.]
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I suppose there's someone for each room in this hall, since we ended up here.
[Shrug.]
There could be a way out...and there could be traps set up everywhere to make sure no one leaves.
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Y-You mean like, those bear trap things and rollin' boulders and stuff? Oh, jeez. If that's the case, I'm stayin' in my room.
[He's going to...carefully inch away, before he realizes that additional traps could likely be hidden in his room, as well. He pauses for a moment, thinking.]
Actually, I'm fine just staying right here. Why don't you check out if, um, those traps are real, huh? For the good of all of us.
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[He's absolutely against himself being possibly maimed or injured.]
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But then he'd technically be fufilling Louis' request. Hm.]
Dude, there probably aren't any traps. This place looks old; if there are any traps, I don't think they would even work.
1/2
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[He takes the most teeny step forward to demonstrate how willing he is to go explore this creepy old place.]
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[He's not thrilled that Louis wants to basically use him as a meat shield, despite Neku being much smaller.]
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[Very reluctantly he begins to shuffle forward down the hall, occasionally checking to see if this guy is following.]
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[He is! He's walking more beside than behind, hands in his pockets, but he's following.]
So...you said you're Louis, right?
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[He's reached the end of the hallway and he peeks out. Nothing he can see is dangerous out there.]
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[How is someone this big afraid of anything?
Neku's just going to walk through the doorway.]
Nothing dangerous here.
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[Louis scoots behind him, tilting his head. Nothing dangerous.]
....Y'know, it just occurred to me that they probably don't want to immediately kill us if they want us to meet somewhere later.
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[He may or may not have realized this. Who knows?]
Just don't try to leave and you should be fine.
[Totally a valid strategy.]