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allthekeys) wrote2012-09-15 12:00 am
allthekeys) wrote2012-09-15 12:00 am
Noon 014
As mid-day arrives the slow chimes of the clock are buried under a song beginning to play. With a striking dissonance to the steady notes of noon a lullaby begins to play from the Ballroom's organ. Each of the houses can hear it, loudly in the first to a nagging ear-worm in the far reaches of the third. The song may seem dimly familiar to those who have been in the house for a long time. The player of the song vacates the room quickly, ducking away into the Oak Hallway, head held down and soon disappearing from sight as the tolls of time fade away.
The Unnatural Servants hardly look up from their work at the tune, but quickly ignore the sound, undisturbed.
Someone in the Perfume Bedroom appears to softly hum along to the lullaby, though no words can be heard nor any singer determined.
In the Princess Bedroom, even as the tolls of the organ die away, each music box begins to play. The haunting melody echoes that of the player, lingering like a phantom with anyone who hears.
In the Stables the sound seems to have awoken something else, the sound of horses fills the area. They snort, stamp in their straw, and jangle their tack. They do not, however, appear, even to those with the ability to see spirits. The sunlight streaming in through open doors seems to have rendered them invisible.
In the Mother's Study someone has left a white lily on the desk. Its leaves are still wet with dew, and the cutting still fresh enough that the sticky sap has damaged the papers beneath. Someone has written a brief note in red ink on some of the damaged parchment. The words are blocky, lacking the grace of the writer who normally occupies the room. "Ours was always a tragic love song, doomed to fade beneath the flame." Of the writer, there is no sign.
In the Gallery an empty frame has appeared on the wall, the backing unnaturally white. It seems the perfect size for a picture, though none has been set in the frame.
In the Wax Bedroom the man rocks, as though gripped by some unknown grief. He makes no sound, and seems to give no indication that he can hear any who attempt to speak to him. His hands are red with fresh blood, though the source is difficult to determine. Anyone entering the room in possession of one of the items sought by the Unnatural Servants will hear him start to scream.
The dolls in the Velvet Bedroom and Silk Bedroom seem to shake for a moment, as if distressed, though they remain silent.
Anyone entering the Small Kitchen in the Gardener's Wing will find that its shelves have been restocked. Though the supplies are limited as they have always been, they are at least edible.
Running water has returned throughout the houses.
The Unnatural Servants hardly look up from their work at the tune, but quickly ignore the sound, undisturbed.
Someone in the Perfume Bedroom appears to softly hum along to the lullaby, though no words can be heard nor any singer determined.
In the Princess Bedroom, even as the tolls of the organ die away, each music box begins to play. The haunting melody echoes that of the player, lingering like a phantom with anyone who hears.
In the Stables the sound seems to have awoken something else, the sound of horses fills the area. They snort, stamp in their straw, and jangle their tack. They do not, however, appear, even to those with the ability to see spirits. The sunlight streaming in through open doors seems to have rendered them invisible.
In the Mother's Study someone has left a white lily on the desk. Its leaves are still wet with dew, and the cutting still fresh enough that the sticky sap has damaged the papers beneath. Someone has written a brief note in red ink on some of the damaged parchment. The words are blocky, lacking the grace of the writer who normally occupies the room. "Ours was always a tragic love song, doomed to fade beneath the flame." Of the writer, there is no sign.
In the Gallery an empty frame has appeared on the wall, the backing unnaturally white. It seems the perfect size for a picture, though none has been set in the frame.
In the Wax Bedroom the man rocks, as though gripped by some unknown grief. He makes no sound, and seems to give no indication that he can hear any who attempt to speak to him. His hands are red with fresh blood, though the source is difficult to determine. Anyone entering the room in possession of one of the items sought by the Unnatural Servants will hear him start to scream.
The dolls in the Velvet Bedroom and Silk Bedroom seem to shake for a moment, as if distressed, though they remain silent.
Anyone entering the Small Kitchen in the Gardener's Wing will find that its shelves have been restocked. Though the supplies are limited as they have always been, they are at least edible.
Running water has returned throughout the houses.