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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?]
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He leans in, ready to hear the goat's secret -
and is practically bowled off his feet by a scream right in his ear. He stumbles backwards with a look of shock, then picks himself up, glaring daggers at the thing. ]
I'll have goat stew for dinner tonight, you -
[ How do you insult a goat?? ]
Mangy - half-breed - freak!
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Aaa-aa.
[Lekmet gestures and shrugs, 'close enough'. He then proceeds to hand Gaston an ear of corn as a sort of peace offering. This was how fights go right? Clearly this can't be misinterpreted as some Earth insult.]
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Slowly, Gaston looks up at the goat, and then, deliberately, drops the corn on the floor. ]
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[He looks confused, points to it, then starts miming an eating gesture. Nevertheless, he picks it up and hands it over to him again. He almost looks...condescending.]
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[ Is he really being talked down to by a goat that can't even talk??
He crosses his arms over his chest, glaring. ]
I don't want your corn!
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[How about an egg in these trying times? Lekmet vaguely remembers something about the song in his bio, and hands him an egg instead. ]
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He takes the egg, looking suspiciously at the goat. ]
Is this hardboiled?
Shall I crack it on your skull and find out?
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Haah.
[oh dear]
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And then he raises the egg and raps it smartly against one of the goat's horns. ]
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For some reason he freezes and looks confused, unsure of how to proceed.]
Ah.
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He makes a disgusted face, dropping the shell and trying in vain to shake his hand clean. ]
Ugh!
[ He glares at the goat. ]
Now look what you've done!
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...And crushes the second egg for the yolk to drip down the man's perfectly neat hair.]
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He stares, quietly furious, as egg yolk placidly oozes into his hair and down his forehead. When it reaches his eyes, he slowly raises a hand to wipe it off his face and back into his hair.
Then he steps forward, leaning close to the goat. ]
You're lucky that egg makes my hair shiny and thick, you ignorant swine!
[ Swine, goat. Whichever. ]
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Hrrmpth!
[He harrumphs in disgust and starts bleating a series of what can be assumed as goat profanity]
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He listens to Lekmet's bleating for a moment, and then his face twists in shock and indignation. ]
How dare you speak to me that way!
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Baa-aaa!
['Who's stopping me?' he somehow gestures clearly.]
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[ Gaston speaks goat now, just roll with it.
Except he's not sure how to follow through on his threat. He looks Lekmet up and down, then grabs a fistful of one of his wings and starts to pull. ]
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!
[He starts screaming, flaps the other wing wildly and starts punching as much as he can- He might stop, no promises though]
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Stop that at once!
[ Furiously, he tries to kick the goat's feet out from under him. ]
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So he's going to continue feeble attempts at escaping!]
NA-AAAA-AAA!
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Gaston struggles for a few minutes more, but even he knows better than to actually commit a murder his first day here.
He lets go abruptly, shoving Lekmet across the room. ]
Now get out!
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Hgghh...
[The goat looks pretty dazed, defeated, and gives his wings a few test beats. Yep, he was good to go, heading out to leave the wax museum- But not before throwing one last egg at Gaston's head before hightailing it out of there.]