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Midnight Update
Mar. 16th, 2012 10:48 pmMidnight arrives on the house with the fading notes of the clock.
In the Doll Bathroom a girl has appeared. She sits in the center of the floor, red hair flowing to the middle of her back. At first glance she could be easily mistaken for the The Little Girl but she seems older. Her face is completely obscured by hair, shadows and strange ripples that seem to offer glimpses of something else entirely. Many might even see the face of someone familiar settling over her features or a glimpse of home through the seething shadows on the wall. She does not respond to any attempts to speak to her, instead humming softly to herself, scrubbing her hands with a hard bristled brush. She does not seem to realize that she has scrubbed her hands bloody, focused on washing away something only she can see. She pauses from time to time in cleaning, studying her work, before beginning to scrub again.
Anyone who has started to hum the song first heard in the Perfume Bedroom will discover red spots of blood appearing on their hands, seemingly without cause. A faint, sweet smell follows any of the singers. The music is audio viral, anyone hearing it from someone else will pick up the tune without realizing it.
The mirrors in the house have begun oozing a thick, viscous liquid. To the sensitive it looks like fresh blood. To anyone not sensitive, it looks like a black ooze and smells absolutely foul.
The smell of fresh blood overwhelms the rotting smell that clung to the sensitive during the first part of the night, unpleasant, but no longer enough to overwhelm them.
Any Sensitive entering the basement is still subject to the same effects as before.
The Rats return, slinking from wherever they had hidden themselves, placing themselves in every room. They do nothing to the house guests, merely watch, but one always seems to appear wherever someone lingers.
If anything, the ghosts haunting the house seem to have grown more irritated as the night begins to wane.
The pianist's frustrated, halting playing has given way to the sound of music both elegant and beautiful, the Parlor filling with the pure sound of uninterrupted melody. He is deeply engrossed in his music now, and will be much harder to interact with.
The sound of a baby crying drifts into the house from the basement steps, and Nicolas in his mother’s arms will shortly join the forlorn cries. The cries fade as the last chime sounds.
For any of the sensitive among the house guests, something new and strange seems to be permeating the rooms of the house. Perhaps familiar to anyone who has been within the Fairy Bedroom, shadows seem to flit around the walls. Out of sight, simply a glimmer in the corner of their eyes -- gone before it can be seen. The bedroom itself is now empty, devoid of its decor. The wallpaper seems to have been drained of color, and the room itself seems lifeless, though the bed and other furniture remain within the room.
The statues are not gone from the house, however, they've simply relocated -- and guests might find them on furniture throughout the house. Leave a room and return, however, and they might have moved on.
In the Doll Bathroom a girl has appeared. She sits in the center of the floor, red hair flowing to the middle of her back. At first glance she could be easily mistaken for the The Little Girl but she seems older. Her face is completely obscured by hair, shadows and strange ripples that seem to offer glimpses of something else entirely. Many might even see the face of someone familiar settling over her features or a glimpse of home through the seething shadows on the wall. She does not respond to any attempts to speak to her, instead humming softly to herself, scrubbing her hands with a hard bristled brush. She does not seem to realize that she has scrubbed her hands bloody, focused on washing away something only she can see. She pauses from time to time in cleaning, studying her work, before beginning to scrub again.
Anyone who has started to hum the song first heard in the Perfume Bedroom will discover red spots of blood appearing on their hands, seemingly without cause. A faint, sweet smell follows any of the singers. The music is audio viral, anyone hearing it from someone else will pick up the tune without realizing it.
The mirrors in the house have begun oozing a thick, viscous liquid. To the sensitive it looks like fresh blood. To anyone not sensitive, it looks like a black ooze and smells absolutely foul.
The smell of fresh blood overwhelms the rotting smell that clung to the sensitive during the first part of the night, unpleasant, but no longer enough to overwhelm them.
Any Sensitive entering the basement is still subject to the same effects as before.
The Rats return, slinking from wherever they had hidden themselves, placing themselves in every room. They do nothing to the house guests, merely watch, but one always seems to appear wherever someone lingers.
If anything, the ghosts haunting the house seem to have grown more irritated as the night begins to wane.
The pianist's frustrated, halting playing has given way to the sound of music both elegant and beautiful, the Parlor filling with the pure sound of uninterrupted melody. He is deeply engrossed in his music now, and will be much harder to interact with.
The sound of a baby crying drifts into the house from the basement steps, and Nicolas in his mother’s arms will shortly join the forlorn cries. The cries fade as the last chime sounds.
For any of the sensitive among the house guests, something new and strange seems to be permeating the rooms of the house. Perhaps familiar to anyone who has been within the Fairy Bedroom, shadows seem to flit around the walls. Out of sight, simply a glimmer in the corner of their eyes -- gone before it can be seen. The bedroom itself is now empty, devoid of its decor. The wallpaper seems to have been drained of color, and the room itself seems lifeless, though the bed and other furniture remain within the room.
The statues are not gone from the house, however, they've simply relocated -- and guests might find them on furniture throughout the house. Leave a room and return, however, and they might have moved on.
