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Oct. 28th, 2011 11:00 pmThe clock moves. The first chime feels abnormally loud in the silence of the house, an assault on defenseless eardrums. It's only the beginning, for between the first and the second chimes, something changes.
The house is full of the dying, screaming in their death throes. In the fireplace in the Parlor a man burns alive, screaming and choking as his lungs are seared with the excessive heat. In the Study a woman hangs, clawing at her throat to loosen the noose. In the bathroom, the twins drown, unable to break the surface of the tub as though some force holds them beneath it. In the kitchen, a woman futilely tries to stuff her innards back within the empty cavity of her stomach, sobbing and choking on her own blood as she dies. In the hall, the drowned woman slumps, far more hale and healthy than she appeared during the night, skin mottling with lack of oxygen as she claws at her throat, struggling to breathe through the water filling her lungs. A man stands in the bathroom, cutting his own face off and seeming not to hear the screams of the woman strangling next to him. A child sits on the stairs; face a melted mess of acid burns, skin gone liquid under her hands. A boy writhes on the floor of the clean room, face twisted and legs shattered, body spreading filth in the normally pristine room. And many more, figures writhing and suffering in every way imaginable.
They are all dying, and the crowd pressed close around the houseguests, stifling them with their presence, filling the halls that a moment ago seemed too large to ever consider filling. Gasping, dying, and pleading for a mercy that will never arrive.
To the sensitive, this noise becomes an almost living thing, another ghost filling the hall, pressing inside their skulls and hammering away at them as though they might never think or feel again. Nothing but sound and noise and a void of sanity.
Helpussaveuspleasepleasepleasepleaseletitend
The house is full of screams, crowded with the forms of the dying. Those house guests able to cast off their shock enough to move, to try help those suffering in the day light will find themselves quickly halted by the second solemn tone of the clock.
Everyone in the house falls asleep, regardless of ability. Despite the noise and the screams of the dying, everyone sleeps. There is no ability to resist, no chance to escape. Between one chime of the clock and the next, unconsciousness descends on all of the houseguests.
For the houseguests, this sleep will feel as though it lasted only moments, a breath of time in which they slept.
They will wake to silence, the screams are gone, the clock is silent, the house returned, it seems, to its former stillness. All houseguests will find themselves waking in the attic, on floors thick with dust. Their clothes might feel a bit strange, stiff and properly tucked, as though an undertaker has recently prepared them for their funeral. All have had their injuries tended, in many cases no trace of the injury remains at all, and those suffering from an illness will find themselves feeling much better. Many will also find their shoes and small items sitting neatly next to them, waiting for them to return to consciousness, as though whoever redressed them simply didn’t wish to bother. Anyone who was wearing a mask or anything on their face will find it removed.
As they shake the stupor off, each houseguest will find a tattoo on their arm, strange writing that none will recognize. A close look and a comparison to others will reveal that the writing shares some similarities; any members of the same family will have a similar mark included in the scribbles and for those who are in any way sensitive to ghosts or magic, another mark has been created. A closer examination and a bit more study will reveal a different mark for males and females, as well as a completely different mark for those who lack a gender.
The meaning behind the mark seems impossible to determine, and though the skin around it is not in any way tender, it is impossible to remove. For seven people among the house guests, an additional puzzle has been presented. A bracelet made of hard plastic, similarly impossible to remove, and entirely seamless. Its purpose remains to be seen.
As the houseguests begin to drift once more into the lower levels of the house, they will find that the clock in the Parlor has advanced an entire hour; at least a day has passed since they fell unconscious. In the kitchen, a traditional feast has been laid out for any who would partake. Fresh autumn fruits are piled high on the tables, smelling of outside and sunshine. Unfamiliar dishes are tucked under warmers and hidden in the oven. Everything needed for a traditional Halloween feast is in evidence. Colcannon and Boxty share with more modern sweets, wrapped candy bars and cookies shaped like pumpkins and ghosts and other ghoulish things.
The house is still, quiet. Waiting.
OOC Mod Note: The winners are Nahallo, Knuckle, Orihime, Terezi, The Riddler, and Mary. The mods will need to speak to each of the six people involved; one of the mods will also be included in the form of Klavier! A note on the tattoo, the tattoo is also on the non organics. Anyone with more than one personality/soul will have multiple tattoos, which means that Ricardo and Akito/Agito both have two, one on either arm. Happy Halloween!
The house is full of the dying, screaming in their death throes. In the fireplace in the Parlor a man burns alive, screaming and choking as his lungs are seared with the excessive heat. In the Study a woman hangs, clawing at her throat to loosen the noose. In the bathroom, the twins drown, unable to break the surface of the tub as though some force holds them beneath it. In the kitchen, a woman futilely tries to stuff her innards back within the empty cavity of her stomach, sobbing and choking on her own blood as she dies. In the hall, the drowned woman slumps, far more hale and healthy than she appeared during the night, skin mottling with lack of oxygen as she claws at her throat, struggling to breathe through the water filling her lungs. A man stands in the bathroom, cutting his own face off and seeming not to hear the screams of the woman strangling next to him. A child sits on the stairs; face a melted mess of acid burns, skin gone liquid under her hands. A boy writhes on the floor of the clean room, face twisted and legs shattered, body spreading filth in the normally pristine room. And many more, figures writhing and suffering in every way imaginable.
They are all dying, and the crowd pressed close around the houseguests, stifling them with their presence, filling the halls that a moment ago seemed too large to ever consider filling. Gasping, dying, and pleading for a mercy that will never arrive.
To the sensitive, this noise becomes an almost living thing, another ghost filling the hall, pressing inside their skulls and hammering away at them as though they might never think or feel again. Nothing but sound and noise and a void of sanity.
Helpussaveuspleasepleasepleasepleaseletitend
The house is full of screams, crowded with the forms of the dying. Those house guests able to cast off their shock enough to move, to try help those suffering in the day light will find themselves quickly halted by the second solemn tone of the clock.
Everyone in the house falls asleep, regardless of ability. Despite the noise and the screams of the dying, everyone sleeps. There is no ability to resist, no chance to escape. Between one chime of the clock and the next, unconsciousness descends on all of the houseguests.
For the houseguests, this sleep will feel as though it lasted only moments, a breath of time in which they slept.
They will wake to silence, the screams are gone, the clock is silent, the house returned, it seems, to its former stillness. All houseguests will find themselves waking in the attic, on floors thick with dust. Their clothes might feel a bit strange, stiff and properly tucked, as though an undertaker has recently prepared them for their funeral. All have had their injuries tended, in many cases no trace of the injury remains at all, and those suffering from an illness will find themselves feeling much better. Many will also find their shoes and small items sitting neatly next to them, waiting for them to return to consciousness, as though whoever redressed them simply didn’t wish to bother. Anyone who was wearing a mask or anything on their face will find it removed.
As they shake the stupor off, each houseguest will find a tattoo on their arm, strange writing that none will recognize. A close look and a comparison to others will reveal that the writing shares some similarities; any members of the same family will have a similar mark included in the scribbles and for those who are in any way sensitive to ghosts or magic, another mark has been created. A closer examination and a bit more study will reveal a different mark for males and females, as well as a completely different mark for those who lack a gender.
The meaning behind the mark seems impossible to determine, and though the skin around it is not in any way tender, it is impossible to remove. For seven people among the house guests, an additional puzzle has been presented. A bracelet made of hard plastic, similarly impossible to remove, and entirely seamless. Its purpose remains to be seen.
As the houseguests begin to drift once more into the lower levels of the house, they will find that the clock in the Parlor has advanced an entire hour; at least a day has passed since they fell unconscious. In the kitchen, a traditional feast has been laid out for any who would partake. Fresh autumn fruits are piled high on the tables, smelling of outside and sunshine. Unfamiliar dishes are tucked under warmers and hidden in the oven. Everything needed for a traditional Halloween feast is in evidence. Colcannon and Boxty share with more modern sweets, wrapped candy bars and cookies shaped like pumpkins and ghosts and other ghoulish things.
The house is still, quiet. Waiting.
OOC Mod Note: The winners are Nahallo, Knuckle, Orihime, Terezi, The Riddler, and Mary. The mods will need to speak to each of the six people involved; one of the mods will also be included in the form of Klavier! A note on the tattoo, the tattoo is also on the non organics. Anyone with more than one personality/soul will have multiple tattoos, which means that Ricardo and Akito/Agito both have two, one on either arm. Happy Halloween!
