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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?]
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[Tap. Taptaptaptaptap.
From somewhere around you, wherever you are, you’ll probably hear small taps on the ground near you. When you turn to look, however, there’s nothing. So it’ll fade from your mind, but then it’ll start up again.
If you somehow investigate this for long enough, eventually, you might just find an old cowboy doll lying on the ground if you’re lucky.
...Weird.]
2. For Non-Humans
Psssstttt..
[Whatever you’re doing, you find yourself being interrupted by a small voice calling out to you. Look enough, and you’ll see a plastic cowboy calling out to you from behind a corner, waving frantically at you and attempting to get your attention.]
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[Louis is preoccupied with pushing music buttons when he hears it. He glances around, bewildered, before spotting something moving in the corner.
He shuffles towards it a little, squinting and trying to see what it is oh god its a voodoo doll]
AGH! Don't kill me!!!
[He's now going to dive behind his favorite potted plant hiding spot and hide behind the leaves, despite the fact that he is very clearly visible.]
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[louie this toy is aggressively yelling at your terrible hiding spot]
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Are you sure you're not a voodoo doll or anythin' like that?
[Better to be safe than sorry.]
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[What are you and why are you flailing around like that.]
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[Woody is pretty assertive here.]
It might be a kidnappin’ situation, but no need to keep the trough mouth goin.
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[He looks around for a second before grumbling under his breath. Something about not having anyone to wink at.]
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[which is why she immediately picks it up and puts it in her vest STEALING FROM CHILDREN IS THE BEST KIND OF ALL]
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[Maybe he's in hell after all.]
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[so fuckin frustrated]
Look, bud, I just wanna find the way outta here. You got anything?
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As far as I'm aware, there is no way out.
A grievous safety oversight, if you ask me.
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Huh. I wonder what a little guy like you is doing here.
[He then puts it in his pocket because maybe someone else will like it or something. At the very least, he shouldn't leave it on the ground.]
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[Minnie hears the sound of someone calling out towards her, and she looks over her shoulder and around her surroundings to see if she can find anyone nearby her who may be the source of the voice.
When she sees Woody, however, a small forms on her face and she doesn't even think twice about the fact that a toy talking-let alone beckoning for her to come over seems weird. She happily approaches him, crouching down just a bit to get a better look at him.]
Hello, there! Did you need something?
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Uh, a way out.
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Huh. Thought I heard something.
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So she'll hear some frantic tapping moving down the hallway, away from her.]
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Where's your owner? He must be really worried...
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[The tapping was starting to cross the line into getting on Jane's nerves. Finding nothing there ever time she looked around was just what you wanted when you were stuck in some crazy hotel.
But she is persistent, and it's not long before she finds a doll of all things, laying on the floor. Naturally, she leans down to investigate and picks it up.]
Is this... a doll? [SUSPICIOUS] Why would someone leave you right out here?
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[It's noticeably missing it's hat. Seems weird for a cowboy not to have one.]
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