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Ronan | Party Room | strider

Ronan wanted to keep walking. He wanted that so much, and he almost did it, he almost walked away from the broken shout that was so unmistakably Noah. A single word.
The only word that was needed to shatter Ronan’s heart into a million pieces too sharp to touch without rubber gloves. He tried not to stop.
He stopped.
His blue eyes fluttered shut as he tried to prepare himself for the nightmare. Of course, there was no way he could ever really be ready for what he saw in his own head, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t try. He had to try, or he’d give up, and he didn’t think he could handle that on top of everything else.
His hands folded into tight fists. He didn’t care anymore that he’d probably just collapsed in front of Declan, he just wanted out of here. Wake up, wake up, wake up, he begged himself, but nothing happened. Of course nothing happened.
He had about as much control as a cartoon fire hose.
So he turned around, facing one of the few friends he actually had...and sighed.
“Noah.” He said simply. Acknowledging that he did indeed know the other Raven Boy. “How’s it going, man. Everything okay with you?”
It was a copy. It was a copy, and he knew it was going to go bad, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to be cruel even to a copy of Noah.

"Oh I really think that's ill-advised," said Myrnin to the thief. His hands gripped Hange, holding them up for the most part but also holding them back. "Running. Just opens a whole can of worms."

His eyes still held fire. But he was aware that Hange probably wouldn't want to kill anyone. Even a House generated person. The thief didn't seem to really get was Myrnin was talking about, but then they did back up a slow couple of steps. They rubbed the blood off their knife with a couple of quick swipes. Then they stepped further away. They didn't run. They moved slowly.

Myrnin somehow doubted it had anything to do with his warning. But whatever. He didn't care.

He instead leaned down to Hange and jabbed a thumb at the sheep. "There's a sheep," he pointed out, sounding a bit guilty about the suggestion. Well, not a bit - a fair amount. While he had flat out suggested Hange attack the thief, it seemed like he was having difficulty suggesting the sheep.

"Though I do have these," said the vampire. "But there's no way they'll be enough to even take the edge off ..."

He reached into a pocket a pulled out packets like the ones from before, only these were full. He held them out to Hange anyway. "Or my blood," he added as an after thought. He winced as glanced at Hange's injury. "That's going to take a lot longer to heal otherwise."
As it was, they'd probably be out of commission for most of this odd day.

Ronan | Party Room | mostly strider

Ronan couldn’t help it. He melted at Noah’s smile, internally anyway. Externally he just stared, dead serious, at the boy he recognized.
Should he close the distance? Or stay away? He wanted to keep walking away, just walk until he woke up, but that wasn’t happening and he needed to let the idea go. Because he didn’t think he could take imagining the worst anymore,
“You shut up.” He ordered, but a grin was slipping its way over his sharp features. He couldn’t help it. Noah always brought that side out in him, even, apparently, when Noah wasn’t even real. He gave in and began to walk towards the other boy, tall black boots clicking dramatically against the floor, his feathered cape fluttering out behind him. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” He added, his eyes moving over Noah’s clothes now. White, where his were black. Opposites. Was that supposed to mean something to him? Or was it just more dream nonsense?
Then he stopped. A puzzled look crept over his blue eyes, and he tilted his head, studying Noah intently. “Oh.” He said simply. Because he’d almost managed to forget this Noah was just in his head.
The “Paradox House”. Like that other weird dude, Myrnin, had told him about. Apparently that was something of a theme, though he couldn’t for the life of him figure out why.
He glanced around, taking everything in again, before he looked back at Noah. “‘Blinked’?” He repeated, eyebrows raising so high they would have disappeared into his hair if he’d had any. “What kind of a question is that? How the (oops) am I supposed to know how many times I’ve blinked?”

"Oh yeah!" Spinel said brightly. "Well then, nice to meet you again!" Then, she turned to Matt with a slight gasp. "You're a human?" She said, eyes wide, before beginning to ramble. "Oooh, what's Earth like? Pink just- well, she got her first colony there, and we're gonna play there and stuff when she gets back. Is it really bright and colorful? I hope so. Ooh, are there butterflies?" She'd seen a few of the latter in the Garden. Unknowingly, she had begun bouncing a little higher in excitement, as her attention shifted to Myrnin again. "Do you live there too? I don't think you're human, right? 'Cause why would you clarify he was like that? What are you?"
Her bouncing slowed down slightly a second later, as she gave a nod. "Yep! Well, my gem sorta is. My body's..." Spinel's face screwed up slightly in concentration before she explained, "...It's like a hologram comin' outta my gem, but with mass." Other than that, she listened and watched with her eyes round. "Ohhh! Okay!" She said simply, already wondering what she should try and if she would like it. Probably- the foodstuff seemed okay.
The gem beamed brightly, coming to a complete stop as she thought of what games they should play. "Hmm..." She mused. "What about charades? Or a scavenger hunt, or even just plain ol' tag or somethin'..." She trailed off, looking at the two. "What games would you guys like?"

mintedstar/fur, <Raintalon> and everyone else

Matt | Masquerade Room | mintedstar/fur and zeph! |

Matt looked down at the food as Myrnin gave him the warning, and then put the whole plate back on the table, feeling slightly nauseated now that he knew not all of it was what it appeared to be. Yeah, better to just leave that whole situation alone.

"You're right, but like, hey," he continued, raising an eyebrow as Myrnin gave him a rather creative introduction. "I'm not dead yet, am I - oh, hello!" He grinned, looking down at the little pink creature who was firing questions at him at a million miles an hour. "It's super colorful," he confirmed. "Butterflies are everywhere, in the summer, anyway. They're some of the most colorful things we have on Earth, actually."

He straightened up, turning his smile to Myrnin now. "Ooh, party games - I'm so in. What're we thinking?"

Vincent | Party Room | @/nobody

Vincent stayed where he was, lost in thought as he stared blankly at the others in the room. Most were unfamiliar to him, strangers even without the masks. He obviously recognized his plaything, Myrnin, but the vampire seemed too preoccupied with his current company for him to approach. He didn’t like it, but for the sake of not knowing where else to look, he watched the trio curiously.
From what he could recall, the bouncy pink figure had been involved with the last room; though her ‘involvement’ had been so minimal he couldn’t consider her a real spectator. Despite this, what he’d seen of her made her interesting. Presumably, the concept of death was of vague understanding to her. Whatever she was, or wherever she’d come from, her ignorance was almost enticing. Perhaps useful if given the right circumstances. The next of the group was a young man he didn’t know. Vince tilted his head carefully as he observed him, taking in the design of his outfit with a skeptical smirk. He seemed unimportant by most practical means. Though, optimistically, he decided that with such seldom information on the teen, he wouldn’t jump to conclusions too quickly.
He turned his attention over abruptly at the sound of laughter, pale eyes landing on the distant pair, Ronan and Noah. They were two more he didn’t recognize, more so when they were hidden behind their masks. They seemed familiar with each other to say the least, and listening into their conversation they seemed almost like good friends. It was strange as he tried to piece together their relationship, as it seemed one of them was...uneducated in the customs of the house. It seemed impossible until he suddenly remembered: he’d heard about this sort of thing before. It was apparently pretty common for blinkers to originate from the same world... even if that idea always made him nervous.
Without dwelling on that thought much longer, he brought his fingers up towards his mask, tugging on it gently. Nope. Seemed that it was staying on his face then. He gave a bored sounding sigh and looked in a new direction, thinking.

The murder of the last room had gone unsolved, and no one present who’d seen it seemed eager on discussing it again. That was the biggest issue, but at least it gave him time to think. He rubbed his neck curiously for a moment, noticing that his bite wasn’t gone. No wonder it felt so sore after supposedly being healed... His gaze was fixed, almost in a trance as he sorted through his thoughts.
With his lifestyle, he had grown accustomed to being met with apathy when he awoke from death, but this? It seemed lazy. The trial had ended in such an impetuous manner, he’d felt confident that someone would have something to say about the inequitable conclusion. But no. Things had moved too quickly, almost intentionally, and now he still felt uncertain as to who the the real culprit was. Damn. It wasn’t that he was upset that he’d been killed, more so that he’d been the stepping stone for someone to get away with murder, and the house had blinked everyone out too quickly for him to figure things out.
His hand lifted up carefully, index finger resting against his lips. Thinking back, The moment he’d died had been so fast and yet he could still remember the second that fear hit his stomach. His neck was broken quickly after, and then there was the dying vision of hands pulling away. His killer had been behind him.
His killer was behind him? Wait.
He thought back to how Joey got to his feet, looking frazzled and confused. He’d been healed, his face clean of the bruises that had made him so gross during the examination. But why was that? His other hand lifted and felt the bandage over his neck again.
It felt like it was clue.
It felt like he was wrong about something earlier.
If Joey had been attacked from behind, and if- his bruises hadn’t bled after all. He’d already determined the nose had happened post death, so what if the beating to his face was the same? Then...perhaps he had more information to solve this case than he’d initially thought.

(Lengthy but it’s mostly just him judging people and then thinking about the m&m room)

Crutchie | Hallway | ®Hawkpath®
Crutchie glanced at Sherlock, not entirely sure why he had told the detective so much about what was going on in his world. Maybe it was because he was never able to let it out when he was actually in his world, or maybe it was just because Sherlock had been there and he hadn’t told Crutchie to stop talking yet. The boy had a feeling that was coming next, though. They hadn’t gotten on well last time, he didn’t know why Sherlock seemed to be being polite this time around.
“That’s the understatement of the century,” he quipped, shaking his head. “They got a home. With a father and everything, I don’t see ‘em at night, so nothin’ I can do to ‘em then.” He shrugged as though it wasn’t a big deal. It was a big deal. Sherlock could probably tell that it was a big deal. Why was Sherlock helping him anyway? It wasn’t like they were friends, and it wasn’t like they had gotten along last time at all, so why would Sherlock care what happened to Crutchie in his world? Sherlock was a mystery to Crutchie. One that he wasn’t sure he had the patience to figure out.
“Yes, I’d love a room,” Crutchie admitted, sucking in a breath of air. He needed a distraction, even if it was something awful. He hadn’t been in any awful rooms recently, and he just hoped his luck was going to hold out. He needed something fun to distract him from the changing seasons in his world, and the fact that the Delanceys often seemed to get even more ruthless in winter when there was snow and ice to help them beat up on the littles. Crutchie would have to stand up for them and take it himself. Or maybe Sherlock was right and there was a way to get back at them. Crutchie wasn’t usually one for revenge, but in this situation it felt like the Delanceys deserved it.
He followed Sherlock out in the hall, amazed as he always was by the hundreds and hundreds of doorways that stretched out in front of them. “How’s this one?” he asked, approaching one nearer to the living room than he normally tried. Not that the location of the door mattered.

"Yes," said Myrnin simply. "I do come from Earth too." He was a bit overwhelmed with Spinel's excitement. But also getting excited about it himself. He was bouncing on his heals a little, thinking about it all with a small chuckle escaping his lips every now and again. "And I think it depends on where you're looking for butterflies. I don't have any where I live." At least, he'd never seen any in Texas.

"Ah!" he said, slightly surprised that he hadn't explained what he was. Admittedly, Spinel seemed the sort who wouldn't know what a vampire was.

"I'm a parasitic creature that lives off the life-blood of living, organic creatures. Mainly humans," Myrnin said, his voice a bit sing-song. "I'm called a "vampire.'"

He said this with big air quotes. Then he looked at Matt, eyes wide behind the eye-holes of the mask. "That's about right, right? Haven't forgotten anything?"

Wouldn't want to do that.

Then he looked back at Spinel. "You don't live on Earth then. Let me guess ... nearby planet?" Seemed like the best bet, though 'nearby' could be very up to interpretation. Light years could be considered nearby.

"And yes, party games." He mused over Spinel's suggestions while rubbing the bottom of the mask. "Charades would probably be very amusing. I would be curious to know what each of us would actually come up with."

He'd played it too. Once. A while ago. Say, about twenty years ago?

“Hi, Clementine.” Rue replied, a small smile appearing on her face. “I’m Rue. I’ve been here a lot of times, and I’ve been in a lot of rooms now, but I bet most people have been in more. I wouldn’t mind going in one, though, if you want to.” 
Should she say that? With how little Clementine was, maybe it was safer for both of them to stay out here. She didn’t want to go looking for trouble, it was just that...well. Trouble seemed to find her anyway. Didn’t she get to pick the kind of trouble she wanted to get into? 
She almost grimaced at the question. “I was thinking about going in a room.” She admitted, half expecting the other girl to tell her off for being so reckless. “I just wanted something to take my mind of my world for a while.” She added, anticipating the rebuke. 

(Whoops, sorry for the wait!) 

Rue was extremely relieved that he wasn’t upset with her. She hadn’t been sure about him, but he was turning out to be alright so far. She decided she liked him.
”It is cool.” She agreed. “Everything’s orange for me. Which makes sense I guess, but it’s just...weird.”
She tilted her head at the question. “Let’s find out.” She suggested, and began to draw again. This time she made what looked like a wooden chair, with wobbly lines but a decent sense of depth perception. When she touched it, it stayed where it was, but when she tried to sit in it it held her weight just fine as though it wasn’t higher than she’d been before. The whole background thing really didn’t make any sense, did it? 
She looked down at the ball. Then, impulsively, she kicked it back over to him, hard enough to get there but not hard enough to actually hit him (hopefully). “Catch!” 
Then she looked at his moon, and her eyes widened in surprise as it began to go through phases, just like a real moon. “Okay,” she breathed, staring at the purple sphere. “That’s cool.” 
The girl glanced at him and got out of the chair, then glanced down at it, considering it. “I don’t know.” She said slowly. What could they draw? She tried to think of something that requires two colors. 
“How about a cat with stripes?” She suggested, looking up at him again. “

Ronan | Party Room | mostly strider

Ronan grinned at the laugh. He loved the fact that he was one of the few people who could get that sound out of Noah, and he thought Noah was one of the only people who could do the same to him. All he had to do was sing one line from the murder squash song, and they were both laughing their guts out on the floor, their friends shaking their heads like he and Noah had both gone mad. Like they weren’t already crazy enough in the first place.
And yet he couldn’t help noticing that something was just a little bit different. Maybe not Noah exactly, but...something. It was like he was a little bit more present than usual, or maybe a little more energetic. Something. He couldn’t quite put his finger on what it was.
He stopped. “What?” He asked, almost harshly. “Yeah, right. Because this-“ he gestured to the odd blinkers, the food that only partly appeared edible, and the large area around them. “-definitely makes complete sense. I was wide awake Noah, about to kick my d-bag big brother’s a**, and then I was here. I must’ve passed out, or maybe he got in a hit somehow and I went down, I don’t know.”
He kicked at the ground. “I know you’re just a copy.” He said, a little bit quieter. “I know this is a dream. You don’t have to patronize me.”
He looked back up, watching Noah’s expression shift as the other boy paled. What? Was it something he’d said, or something else? Ronan couldn’t think of anything he’d said before now that would get that kind of a response. He’d only asked where Noah had been before he was here, which shouldn’t really have been a problem. It wasn’t like his head couldn’t invent some story for how they’d come to be here.
“Wandering. Around Monmouth?” He asked, then shrugged like it didn’t really matter to him. Noah could have a secret life if he wanted to, it was none of Ronan’s business and he knew it. He wasn’t going to press it if secrecy was what Noah wanted for some reason, even though it stung a bit.
Then he scoffed, his smile returning full force. “Excuse you, I can do public speaking.” He said in mock indignation. “People just don’t like what I have to say. Apparently I ‘swear too much’ and ‘lack respect’ or some sh*t. What am I supposed to talk about anyway? My childhood?”
His smiled faltered for a minute at the unintentional reference, then came back, fierce and strong. He wasn’t going ruin this like he ruined everything. And it didn’t matter anyway.
Life was just a dream, after all.
Especially when you were a dreamer.

There was a long pause from Amico, as he tilted back and looked straight up. He seemed to be thinking. It was an odd position to think in.

"I think they'd like it," he said after a while. He was chewing the inside of his lip. He looked at Noah again and then bobbed up and down a bit. "Yeah? I have two sisters too." He looked slightly happy that he and Noah had something in common. There was probably more! He hadn't thought to ask anything about Noah either. He would have liked to know more about what he liked to do, for example.

"Do you see your friends a lot?" he asked curiously. After another pause, he nodded, "Yeah! I know someone called Nico and he's nice." He frowned then. "I haven't seen him lately." He missed seeing Nico. "I know a couple others too, but I haven't seen them in a while. There's a weird guy who's supposed to be ... defective." He seemed rather proud that he'd 'remembered' the word detective.

From there, he waved at Noah's pogo stick. "Can you do anything else with them other than race? Maybe tricks?"

He knew some boys did tricks on their horses or sometimes other larger farm animals, but he had never really gotten to see them up close.

"You can have him for the last dance...."

Quickly Rowlin turned away, his silver hair flowing gracefully against his physical turn. instantly he lightly lept on the stone railing which he had been leaning against only moments ago. Using his inhumane strength he launched himself at full force forwards at a rapid speed, which he used as an advantage to turn midair in the large open room.

From the sides of the large room, there was Incandescent lighting, following his movement in the air. He could feel the light's warmth against his back, given the light's large radius, it bounced onto a lovely blue glass chandelier ,which hung only inches from where he gliding, illuminating the room, which awed the audience below. Against his back he could hear amusement from the audience below, which beamed an amusing grin on his face. With his back to the audience down below, he arched backwards, and blinked into the masquerade room.

It was sudden, quick, out of nowhere, as the man suddenly appeared out of thin air, flipping backwards midair as he proceeded across the clearing performing one graceful backwards flip.

His head could see the ground now, his violet eyes illuminating through a silver mask, which rested over his face. He was looking for a new landing spot-seeing as the Loew’s Canal Theater in New York, was replaced with an open woodland surrounded setting. As he glided across the clearing, the violet scarf wrapped around his neck, elegantly flowed against the wind, similar to a cape worn by excellence.

As he dove head first towards an empty patch of grass,it appeared like he was going to handstand a landing, instead he rapidly twisted once more so that he could duck his head, like a diver to water. At the same time he extended his arms out over his head so that he could swiftly roll across the grass. Despite the sudden change, he swiftly executed a roll on the ground. As he rolled, the stray leaves on the ground, sporadically swooshed everywhere, indicating his speed.

That didn't stop him from landing in a crouch, which allowed him to rise up in place. He paid no mind to the other blinkers, as he shifted his black polished dress shoes across the ground, which rustled the tall grass he stood on. Not even waiting a second to process that he was no longer in Loew's Canal Theater, he lightly bent forward to straighten out his black dress pants, then proceeded to straighten his gray trench coat. Along the way, he brushed off loose grass and leaves, eventually making his way up to his silver hair which not only had loose grass strands, but had also fallen out of place due to the landing.

(It's cool <3- I was thinking the room could have a pattern on the floor, in which they have to follow? I'm not sure, I'm a bit extremely tired.)

The gem took a step back, admittedly a little surprised as Sandalphon burst out of the room. "Are you okay?" Spinel asked, eyes wide. "Where'd your wings go?" Was that something she should worry about too? He didn't have them before, though, so it should be fine...
"Yeah- yay- thanks!" Her words came out a bit scrambled as she smiled, glowing with pride all over again. Even though it was probably dumb luck, she'd actually done something- something that didn't concern playing games or Pink or anything she was used to doing for that matter. Something that, instead, helped and was important. Was this what Pink felt like? She wished her best friend would've been there to see it.
The gem smiled again at the thoughts, before turning her attention to the room at hand. "What d'you think we have to do now?" She questioned, tilting her head slightly.

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