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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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Yeah, they've got a foul temper--not that alligators don't, but they're more likely to be loungin' around in the sun than chasin' after any humans.
Name's Louis. What's yours?
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Oh, I'm... Jane. It's right up there on the wall, actually.
[She points to the Bios, specifically the section for her. My, someone wrote a lot about her.]
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[He reaches out a hand for her to shake before hesitating and withdrawing it. Maybe that's not such a good idea if she originally thought he was going to eat her. So, he resigns himself to squinting at the bios.]
Dang. Looks like you've been through a lot, huh?
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She actually gets up on her tiptoes to reach up and shake his hand before he withdraws it. Huh. Oh well.]
It was only for a few days, but it was quite the adventure. [A wistful sigh.] I had... fun, for a while anyway.
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[He has to ask because he's learned that some people here don't even know what jazz is.]
'Had fun for a while'? What happened?
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[Sorry Louis. She's like, thirteen.]
I was actually fighting pirates just a few hours ago. At least, I think. [Time is weird.]
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Hmph. Well, if you ever get back home, check if you got anythin' by Louis Armstrong. His stuff is pretty darn good.
[Now THAT gets his attention.]
Fighting p-pirates? At your age? I mean, you've...been through some stuff, but, still! They got sharp swords! And guns!
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[Hmm! She can be proud in front of an alligator. What a day.]
I'll have you know I've quite grown up for my age.
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[He's being genuine here--the mere sight of a gun sends him running and screaming.]
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[She looks at him, eyebrow raised.]
Really? Honestly, I think the pirates would be more scared of you.
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Do you know how many alligators are killed each year 'cus some people just don't like 'em?! A lot.
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I guess I never really considered it that way. I'm... sorry? I didn't know it was such a problem.
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[Or at least, just himself.]