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Mei | Lava room | dawn |

Mei watched, eyes wide, as Satoru, instead of freezing or reacting with anger to her lack of control, simply...found another option. And then turned around, waving happily at her as if it was the world's greatest gift to show her his new idea.

What a weird kid, she thought, amusement creeping unexpectedly past the horrific images still crawling around in the back of her mind.

Feeling incredibly awkward about her momentary loss of composure(that seemed to be happening more frequently lately, to her concern...), she slipped back into her usual demeanor, tilting her head a little at the oars in Satoru's hand. "They'll burn if you put them in the lava," she pointed out sensibly. "Not very useful."

Sachiko | Arena room | mintedstar/fur and Razzle Dazzle |

Sachiko jerked her hand back suddenly as the Doctor....no....as this woman....spoke, and she took a step backwards, face suddenly clouded with suspicion.

"What's going on here?" she asked, fixing the woman with a narrowed stare. "Why are you pretending to be the woman who was just here? We can see you're not."

Sherlock | Living Room | mintedstar/fur --cato phoenix

Sherlock looked up at the voice, then stopped, because it wasn’t a newbie who had blinked in.
It was Arlo.
They’d bumped into each other a lot, he knew, and he supposed he hadn’t exactly been nice in all of those blinks. Stealing her notebook has been rude, he now realized, not at all what he should have done. He had apologized later, at least.
No, what really bothered him was the last room he’d been in, when she’d tried to talk to him. When Zange has blinked in. She hadn’t been supposed to know the things she’d said, about him, yes, but also about others. He didn’t know what to expect from that. She could have been a fake....a House creation. Yes. Yes, that would explain everything.
“Hello.” He said finally, dragging his spinning brain back to the situation at hand. “So you are. Fancy that. Was it any fun, being dead? Not that I intend to try it, but it’s supposed to be something of an adventure. Of course, your dead may be quite a lot different from mine, so it isn’t like it matters, but still. Was it?”
He stopped rambling as someone else blinked in, and he stared for a moment, not recognizing them until they spoke.
“Kid!” He said, excitement bright in his tone. He hadn’t see Kid in ages. “Where have you been? Have you been blinking in at all, or has the House simply decided we don’t need to interact anymore? How irritating, if that’s the case.” He paused, then, with a clear effort, He continued. “How are you both?”

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Vincent | Dungeon Room | <Raintalon>

Vincent stood with his hands behind his back as he blinked in, his pale eyes lifting as he suddenly went blind. He hesitated for a moment, waiting until he heard someone shuffling around before he unfolded his hands and looked around in the darkness.

He glanced over his shoulder as he heard a familiar voice speak behind him. Something about a wall, but he was pretty sure he’d missed the context. “Is that you Hange?” He said with a smirk, aware they couldn’t see it, but trusting that it could be heard in his voice. 

He hadn’t seen Hange in a while, but he could remember them being very...excitable. They were on good terms, best he could recall, but that didn’t make him anymore certain on what to expect from them. 

“Can you see anything?” He asked, looking around in boredom.

 

Steve | Floor is Lava Room | ®Hawkpath® @--яєɗ яαᴠєη

Another heat wave snaked through the cracks of lava pushing Steve to frantically glanced around him. No chemistry class could have prepared him for this moment, weird volcano action was not his ideal friday night. Not exactly the best vibes for a party that's for sure.
Adrenaline surpassed his shock the seconds moving on and on without a flowing thought going through his own head. He was so screwed, they were all screwed. That was the sentiment flashing in his blank eyes until he stumbled past a few rocks to reach another surface. "Guh!" The teen yelled nearly face planting into a vent by the time he reached a reliable surface he could have sworn he left his body right then and there. "No, no, no I'm not dying here!" Lucky for him, this experience wasn't so bad with "brawns" as his peers would smugly put it. Whatever footwear he slipped on were caked in the ashes of someone's chair much to his displeasure and panic.
Steve lurched forward angling himself away from the edge hopping on one foot to shake of the tingle from the shock. "No...oh no, no this isn't right." An exasperated claim left his body.
He slowly straightened himself up arms balancing on air alone it was shameful he had to do that in front of, well, he assumed someone who was among the living of course. For a second relief flashed when he saw the man in business attire much like the one his father wore. Y'know the one to the regular cleaners and not at the bottom of who knows where!
"This can't be it..." The lava, the furniture, the other man's ramblings to unknown powers Steve's head could explode from that alone he sandwiched his head between his hands turning away from Dr. Sweets and whomever could survive this dump. "This can't be it! This can't possibly be it!?" The suited man no longer brought the young man solace but dread incarnate.

_{[[ Xander || Lava room || Lark ®Hawkpath® ]]}

“Come back here! Thief!” a voice shouted as Xander raced down the street away from the market stalls. He’d only tried to take some bread-and he’d dropped it and ran as soon as he’d been seen- but that didn’t seem to matter to the person chasing him. He’d always lived in Kirro but this city was still new to him and he wasn’t really sure where he was anymore but if he could just get away, maybe he could find his way back to that abandoned house he’d found before. He skidded to a halt as the road cane to an intersection, just in time to avoid being run over by a carriage, then took off again down the narrower side road. The shouts were growing more distant. Almost there...

With no warning, the world shifted around him, the street replaced with the interior of a room filled with various furniture. It wouldn’t have been too bad if it hadn’t also been filled with lava. Eyes wide, Xander quickly stepped back from the lava bubbling at edge of the countertop. “Wh-what the bloody hell is this?!” Suddenly he really wished he could go back to being chased by the angry baker with the bread knife. The baker... maybe the baker has some type of illusion magic? He thought, forcing himself to look from the lava to the rest of the room. There were other people there, including an older teen nearby, and they were definitely all seeing the lava. Did illusions work like that?

Nico could still hear Sachiko’s shout echoing after him as he ran. He didn’t have enough energy to shadow travel, not really, but he needed to get as far from the cave as possible. He had caught sight of Arlo as he fled, and regret burned in his stomach. No doubt she would hear what he had done… she was the only person he’d ever killed before. Before his knife had entered that woman’s heart – and it had been her heart, somehow. Life had flooded out of the cave in a way that Nico hadn’t understood in the slightest, but he’d kept running. As far away as he could go, not caring if he ran into any other blinkers. His breath was ragged when he finally stopped, so far away from the cave he couldn’t feel the life emanating from it anymore. He’d killed someone… more or less. He hadn’t meant to, he really hadn’t meant to, he’d just been scared and… gods. He’d left Myrnin behind. He hadn’t even given him a funeral like he’d given Kelsier.

Kelsier. Victoria. Myrnin. The names felt like a dagger through his heart. The dagger. Knife, whatever it was… he’d taken it to try to get it to Kelsier, but he’d lost that too. Damn it.

He rolled over onto his back, staring at the canopy far above him. Somehow, this was worse than his world. There were no dead under the ground here. No spirits he could talk to that could guide him or give him comfort. The Ghost King was used to being alone. He was a loner by definition. But he’d always had the comfort of the dead. He’d always known they were there. The only bodies he felt here… were those of his friends. Their souls were long divorced from them, probably in their own worlds now. They might still be alive, the House could work miracles, but… but then why had their bodies stayed here? Nico buried his face in his hands, despair filling him.

He opened his eyes in time to see a parachute gliding down from the canopy. Immediately on guard, he pushed himself to his feet and backed up, waiting for something to happen. For it to explode, perhaps, or… Nico’s heart sank from his chest as the object came into view. The familiar white package with blue text. He reached up to grab it and separate it from the parachute, holding it with shaking fingers.

Kelsier? Tentatively, he spread his power along the ground, searching to see if the makeshift grave he’d fashioned for Kelsier had been emptied by the House. But no. No, the body was still there. And the connection he’d forged with Kelsier – the one that had let him know that the man was dead, really dead – was gone. False hope. Nico couldn’t help it. He couldn’t help the tears that overflowed, the dam that broke.

“You think you can mock me like this?” Nico screamed at the sky, ripping the hot chocolate packet apart. The motion wasn’t as satisfying as he’d expected it to be, and more sobs rose up in his throat as the brown dust was picked up by the wind, swirling around him and flooding his senses with a smell that had no place in a bloodbath like this. “Give me people that – gods forbid – I care about and then throw that in my face when you kill them?” His voice died at the end of the sentence, pressure building up in his throat and forcing him to bite back more tears. “I won’t do it anymore,” He whispered, something in his voice breaking. “Kelsier was right, you know,” he told the House, angrily wiping away his tears. “You can’t be trusted.” He kicked the torn packet aside, turning his attention… well, anywhere else. Out, preferably.

Without caring how much it took out of him, Nico made one final shadow jump. He didn’t care where he ended up. He just needed to get away.

The boy crashed down into the forest, managing to catch himself before he fell all the way to his knees. He didn’t have a plan of action. His head was too full of grief and hurt to formulate one, so he did the simplest thing he could: put one foot in front of the other. If he kept walking in one direction, he’d find the end of the room eventually. And then he’d trace the walls for as long as it took to find a door. He didn’t stop to think what might happen if he encountered any other blinkers.

Kelsier | Hunger Games Viewing Room | mintedstar/fur and strider

“Fair enough.” Kelsier said, his tone slightly more serious as he considered that. After all, he knew about people making assumptions based of what you could - or had to - do. He was the Lord of the Mists, wasn’t he? The same mists that his people feared so much they’d rather sit and starve than dare enter its dark embrace. “No judgement here, as long as you don’t go eating me without warning.”
He raised his eyebrows slightly at the next words. “Yeah, that fits what I’ve seen.” He said, nodding. “Most people either aren’t human, or at least have some kind of supernatural power. I feel for the regular people honestly, that can’t be easy.”
He turned then, going quiet when he saw what was happening on the screen. He watched quietly, letting Myrnin take his time, because he got the impression that this was someone close to the vampire, and he didn’t want to intrude. His only interactions with him so far, after all, we’re this one and being murdered. So pretty 50/50 when it came to how they felt about each other. Although, Kelsier personally thought he liked the other man.
Not that it mattered much at the moment. He focused on Hange, and silently hoped the blood would help them recover from whatever was wrong with them. He suspected it was lack of blood, but he didn’t know for sure.
He turned away, back to Nico’s screen, in time to see the boy running. He felt like there was someone squeezing his heart as he watched, helpless to stop it.
Well, almost helpless. He had one thing he could try.
He grinned back as Myrnin did, and took a small, dramatic bow. “I thought so.” He said airily, and turned back to the screen, waiting for his work to take effect.
For a moment, he thought it had worked. He grinned as Nico said his name, and turned, offering Myrnin a high five.
In the split second his back was turned, he heard Nico scream.
Everything seemed to shatter.
Kelsier dropped his hand and turned back to the screen, shock coursing through him like adrenaline. It hadn’t worked. It hadn’t worked.
It had made things much worse.
“No.” He said softly, horror dawning on his features as Nico ripped the package apart. He couldn’t look at Myrnin, couldn’t look away from Nico now, even as the boy shadow traveled again, pushing himself too far. Then Nico started walking, and Kelsier felt himself almost go down, but he held himself up, barely. He couldn’t give up, not even now. He couldn’t.
“Maybe we can try again.” He suggested hollowly. He managed to look at Myrnin at last, and his eyes were wide and dark. “Maybe we can…”
He swallowed. He’d expected that to work. He’d known that would work.

L | Hunger Games Viewing Room | Mintey and Stri again

L nodded, serious. “Yes, you do.” He agreed, as though this wasn’t a reason to stop. “And yet it’s very possible that none of us are real. That is, I know I’m real, but I don’t have any reason to believe any of the rest of you are. I do happen to believe you are real, by the way. Simply because it’s more likely than the alternative.”
The way he was talking could have been about anything. He could have been talking about the weather, or his favorite kind of tea.
He fell silent, listening. Interesting. He could get a lot of information from what Sam was saying, and he expected he could get a lot more if he asked the right sort of questions. Which, the only way to find out which were the right questions was to ask as many as possible.
“Is there another Myrnin?” He asked, curiosity deep in his tone. “In your world, or somewhere else?”
He paused. “I don’t have a plan.” He admitted after a moment of silence, and he sounded almost sheepish about it. “Unfortunately. I’m trying to make one. The House keeps getting in the way.”
He tilted his head.
“Do you have a plan?”

Dr. Sweets | Lava Room | --cato phoenix Lark

Dr. Sweets was having a hard time accepting his surroundings. Mostly the lava, but all of it, really. He was trying hard not to curl up into a ball on his coffee table and put his head in his hands. It was difficult.
He managed to stay upright, mostly because a couple of others had blinked in. An older teenager was there, muttering and definitely seeing the lava. Sweets watched, horrified, as the teen almost fell into the lava, and then swallowed and tried to remind himself that it probably wasn’t real lava.
No. It definitely wasn’t real lava. Because people didn’t just appear in rooms filled with lava and furniture that somehow wasn’t burning. Things like that didn’t happen.
So he was probably having a psychotic break with paranoid features. Brief psychotic disorder? He thought about that for a moment, partially because he was actually trying to figure it out, and partially because he was trying not to panic and diagnosing himself helped.
Then someone else appeared out of nowhere, on a nearby countertop.
He stared, mouth slightly open, as the boy skidded to a halt.
No one else seemed to know what was going on, either. Was that comforting? Not really. But he clung to the fact anyway.
“This can’t be what?” He asked the teenage boy, trying to sound as calm as he could. Which wasn’t very calm. His voice was shaking, and he cleared his throat, then forced himself to look at the other people instead of the lava.
Maybe he was unconscious and these were figments of his imagination.
Or maybe these were other people and they were all somehow having the same hallucinations.
He didn’t know. He glanced at the other boy, and tried for a smile. It came out looking rather nervous. “Hello. Are you alright?”