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Foolish Mortals Mod Account ([personal profile] grimgrinningghosts) wrote in [community profile] 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?]
tanukey: (you little goomba)

[personal profile] tanukey 2018-01-10 06:33 am (UTC)(link)
Mhm. Hm. I see.

[He takes a deep, collecting breath.]

[And then abruptly runs at Louis with a screaming leap.]


HOW BOUT I PUT YOU THROUGH A WALL-

[Be intimidated, dangit!]
bayoublues: (YIKES)

[personal profile] bayoublues 2018-01-10 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)
AAAAAAAH!!!!

[That did the trick. Louis scrambles backwards, trying to avoid the flying raccoon before tripping over his own feet and falling flat on his back. He lets out a wheeze.]

I'M SORRY, PLEASE DON'T HURT ME!
tanukey: (you little goomba)

[personal profile] tanukey 2018-01-11 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)
[Yeah, he's kind of trying to jump up onto Louis' chest. There's an unfortunate lack of clothes to grab onto menacingly, so he's just gonna try to get in Louis' face as much as possible.]

Quit PATRONIZING me an' maybe I won't! I'm gettin' out of here one way or another, and if you don't piss me off the way out won't take me through you too, got it?
bayoublues: (side eye)

[personal profile] bayoublues 2018-01-11 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[Louis tries to cover his face with his claws but unfortunately he's snout-to-snout with a raccoon. So instead he just squeezes his eyes shut as hard as possible, as if that would make him go away.]

Okay, okay! I ain't got no beef with you, just l-leave me alone!

[Man, when did raccoons ever get so rude?]
tanukey: (sarcasm)

[personal profile] tanukey 2018-01-17 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
That's BETTER.

[Hopping down from Louis and taking a few steps away, back turned.]

I gotta learn the layout a' this place before anything else, and hopefully find some tech more recent than all this stoneage crap.

You watch that mouth and maybe do me a couple favors, and maybe you got a ticket out of here too when I go.
bayoublues: (worried)

[personal profile] bayoublues 2018-01-18 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Alright, okay, I understand.

[maybe he should be a little respectful to get on his good side]

So...sir, uh, is there anythin' I can do to help you?

[He scrambles to his feet, still trembling a little. When did raccoons get so scary.]