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Foolish Mortals Mod Account ([personal profile] grimgrinningghosts) wrote in [community profile] foolishmortals2017-05-06 11:18 pm
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THE MOCK WEEK

[You find yourself waking in a large dressing room, incredibly spacious, but in intense disarray. The bed is comfortable enough, and each room seems to be equipped with a working bathroom and shower, so it's at least livable. But aesthetically, the place has hit the floor.

The horrifying clock
mounted on the wall reads 9 am. After enough searching, you'll find a large tourist-y map of the studio on one of the dressers. An ominous note attached to the map with a paperclip reads "12PM WAITING AREA". It's not like you have any choice in the matter, seeing as there doesn't seem to be any way out.

Upon exiting the dressing room, you note a crooked star attached to the door bearing your name. There are 24 others like this, bearing names that you may or may not recognize. A quick tour around the studio reveals it to be in a similar state of disrepair, but something doesn't sit...right with you. Though the place is certainly creepy, you get strange vibes as you explore the building. As you move about the dust-filled halls of the abandoned building, you may spot movement out of the corner of your eye, or hear strange noises from behind you. It's nothing to be worried about, though...right?

At the very least, you'll find some comfort. The projection room and attached theater still seem to be in working order, though you'll have to manually grab one of the reels off the wall and start the thing yourself. In addition, the waiting area and lounge are both filled with reading materials, and the later features a large stage and a microphone. The commissary seems to replenish itself with food whenever you take your eyes off of it, ensuring that we won't be going hungry anytime soon. There are also cabinets full of ingredients and a small kitchen should you not trust whatever your benefactor is placing out for you.

Fortunately for them, the smaller individuals amongst your party won't find a great deal of difficulty moving around. Though their beds remain oversized, there seem to be appropriately-sized staircases and escalators placed about in appropriate spots, so as to make their lives easier. After all, they can't just keep relying on the others to get up to the cabinets and such, can they?

While you're waiting to find out what the deal here is, you might as well come out and socialize.]

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thedukeofficial: (02)

[personal profile] thedukeofficial 2017-05-12 02:37 am (UTC)(link)
[ This sure is a sight, isn't it? The Duke is gonna just sit nearby. ]

Alright, inquiring minds - just kiddin', only my mind - want to know what you're doing here.
terribibble: (make this garbage easier to parse)

[personal profile] terribibble 2017-05-12 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
[Fiddleford's eyes flick up only for a couple of seconds before they focus back on his work. Judging by the bags under them he has not been sleeping well, if at all, and not even Edgar's soup helped because his appetite's been so off-and-on (mostly off) that he didn't touch the stuff.

It might not be a good idea to be drinking this much on a stomach with barely anything in it but shhhh. Shh.]


Blueprints. Can't even make what's on 'em here, couldn't get parts, but it -- it helps. Keeps me busy.
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[personal profile] thedukeofficial 2017-05-12 03:25 am (UTC)(link)
[ He isn't about to contest the value of drinking here, don't worry. He might not drink as a rule, but he understands. ]

What kind of blueprints, my man? I'm a fan of the mechanical myself.
terribibble: (he has no will of his own)

[personal profile] terribibble 2017-05-12 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
Somethin' to get us out. Bust through one of the walls. You keep breakin' them down long enough you're bound to hit the outside, right?

[In theory. He knows he can't build it in practice. There are things here he could cannibalize parts from and he could probably jury-rig tools but he'd never manage something close to what they'd need to make it out.]

It's all just wishful thinkin' really.