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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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Soon enough, he's hovering enough of a distance off the floor. Lekmet doesn't go any higher since he's probably about to hit the ceiling at this point.
He lands gracefully and gives Pinoke a double thumbs up.]
Aa-aa?
['Need a ride?' he seems to be miming.]
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[He watches in awe as Lekmet rises up off of the floor. Near-ceiling height may not be that high up for someone who can fly, but it's pretty impressive to Pinocchio, who starts applauding as soon as the goat lands back on the ground.
He seems to at least get the general idea of what the miming is offering, too, and lights up instantly at that.]
I sure do!
[Okay well he doesn't exactly need a ride but flying around this place sounds a lot more fun than walking.]
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After a cautious bleat they've taken off- a couple of papers fluttering about in the foyer as they go.
The casino blurred by, giving him enough time to take a sharp right turn to the living quarters' hallway. Lekmet was aiming to pass through the library, and-- let's hope there was enough wingroom to dodge those wax museum statues.]
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Which is upsetting. They may not really be alive, but he likes them more than everybody else seems to and he'd feel bad if they got hurt.]
Hey, look out!!
[At the same time though he's kind of afraid of falling off if they do crash so he just. Wraps his arms tighter around Lekmet's head. Which may or may not kind of cover his eyes but it's fine.]
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[OH SWEET LORD HE'D PROBABLY BE IN TROUBLE IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO THIS KID
Lekmet uses one arm to support Pinoke and holds out his other arm to blindly brace for collision.
Fortunately, Lekmet's physique was pretty sturdy and at most, the kid might feel a little dizzy.
Unfortunately part of a wax statue of a sheep didn't quite make it. Oh boy]
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Though he's more than a little disoriented, he cautiously peers over his shoulder to inspect the damage.]
Oh, no!
[He scrambles over to the broken piece of the statue, looking back over at Lekmet with horror.]
I think you killed it.
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Aa-aa.
[He then gives the kid a comforting pat on the head- While it was made of wax, it certainly wasn't alive or as sentient as they were.
Lekmet bends to Pinokes height, tilting his head and giving an unsure thumbs up.]
Hhha?
['Are you alright?' he seems to vocalize]
1/2
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That was awesome! Can you go any faster?
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Now he's seriously considering flying with the kid again- oh, if only there were more space!]
Aaa-aa!
[Okay, maybe they should at least get away from the scene of the crime. He picks up Pinocchio and starts running/flying, taking a detour around the place to the foyer. Luckily, without any incident this time.]
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Though he's a little startled when Lekmet grabs him again, he's even more confused when they stop suddenly-- oh, wait, this place is probably a lot better for flying. No potential for wax murders.
He surveys the foyer briefly, nodding seriously as he takes in the large space before returning Lekmet's thumbs-up gesture from earlier. He's honestly not entirely sure what it means, but it seemed like a positive thing.]
Just don't hit anybody if they walk in.
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Hm.
[Communicating with the kid seems like a tough challenge when one can barely talk in human speak. Time for a little experiment to test the waters.
'you okay?' he scrawled in his notepad, then shows it to him.]
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I dunno what that says.
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Maybe if he draws a thumbs up and a question mark? If that doesn't translate, he's going to lend his notepad for Pinocchio to draw in!]
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Oh, me? Yeah, I'm okay.
[Although he's. Not entirely sure why he's being asked that in the first place.]
...Are you okay?
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Yaa-aaa-aa.
[Wasn't it that bird guy who seemed to be the boss of everyone around here? He quickly sketches himself and the kid running away from Mr. Arrow and shows it to him.]
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[Mr. Arrow is wrong about Most Things, in Pinocchio's opinion.]
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He throws on an undignified expression on the bird with speech bubbles. 'Blah Blah Blah']
Baa-aa!
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[Although the drawing can still be improved upon, in his opinion.]
...You should give him an ugly moustache.
[listen he's a kid he's allowed to be petty]
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[Now that, he can gladly do! Mr. Arrow the Sketch gains a fuzzy moustache and a monocle.
He offers the pencil to Pinoke if he wanted in on the fun. Go forth and Destroy, Kid.]
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He doesn't really have much else to add for risk of ruining the stunning portrait, but he does add a couple frowny faces around the general vicinity of Arrow on the page. All the drawing reminds him of a question he'd been meaning to ask, though.]
Hey, how come you can't talk? All the other animals here can. And most of 'em can back home, too.
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At the question, he thinks for a few seconds then shrugs. It was complicated, but as much as he's wanted to, talking is impossible.
Lekmet explains this with a sketch of himself and a speech bubble, with the word 'TALK' crossed out in red.]
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Oh, okay. I know a cat who can't talk, too, but I guess I thought he just didn't want to. Or didn't have anythin' to say.
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That's just how it is sometimes!
Here's a quick doodle of cats, some with speech bubble things, and some without.]