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Hange | BBQ Room | Auransky |

"Oh...you're not human, are you?"  Hange leaned forward until their nose was mere inches from Elliot's face, and they gave him a couple cursory sniffs.  Then, they backed up a little, their expression changing suddenly as they sensed not only nonhuman presence, but pain and fear.  Seeing this, they quickly fumbled with the bracelet and and extended a hand towards the other vampire, the little piece of jewelry looped carefully around their fingers.

"Sorry," they said seriously, giving him a small, apologetic bow.  "I didn't think the girl would be so frightened."

Despite their lack of impulse control, and the millions of questions weaving their way through their head, they were truly sorry to see how much trouble they'd caused - they'd never meant to hurt Elliot or the other girl.

Mei | Medieval room | Lark and mintedstar/fur |

Mei turned, slightly relieved to see that Cham, at least, wasn't missing. And where Cham went, Amico usually wasn't too far behind. She crouched down on the balls of her feet, extending a hand for the little cat to sniff. "Poor thing..." she muttered softly, considering her. "It's too loud in here, isn't it?"

She glanced around, disappointed that she couldn't see Amico tagging along anywhere. "Hey, have you seen Amico?" she asked the cat, not expecting an answer. "I can't find him."

Elliot | BBQ Room | A Brief yet painful moment | <Raintalon>

Elliot was trying his hardest to conceal himself, but the effects of the bracelet being removed so suddenly; were like trying to stuff more then a mere box could handle; and would thus explode from suppression. In this case, the suppression being removed suddenly caused him physical pain-and pressure that had a bit of blood seeping through his mouth.
His crimson eyes stared at the scientist, and what happened next was disbelief-it was something even he couldn't see-sincerity. Eyeing the scientist in their apologetic state he froze, it was shock-as an internal divide was at play.
From personal experience, apologies were lies, all open seeping lies, and yet this was different. The mad lad Hange-they were deeply apologetic from the bottom of their heart. It was both seen, and herd from their heartbeat, to bloodflow, to voice, to slow movement. It was different-it was something he had not seen since the days his father were-alive...

Slowly he reached out, collecting the bracelet which loosely hung between the fingers of the scientist. Still at a loss he slowly put it back on his eyes still watching the sincere individual whom nearly destroyed everything he had carefully crafted.
The bracelet had come on, though it was slow, the impact was still yet to hurt.
He quickly felt his feet trembling as he was forced by the laws of gravity onto his feet-slipping off the two uproot branches he had perched himself on. Furthermore, he had hit the back of the tree roughly with a large thump. His heart raced-and his crimson eyes flickered rapidly between blood and turquoise. Falling to his knees, he tried to look up at Hange, but found pressure applied to the back of his head pressing him down.

During this time, in between both Hange's and Elliot's blinks, there was a large dark mass-with no physical form that could only briefly be outlined-standing behind Elliot. It defied physics as it was behind Elliot and yet in place of where the tree was only seen during the brief moment of a blink. It had a disembodied hand out-and pressed itself against the back of Elliot's head-forcing the vampire down to his knees.

It felt like an eternity-and yet it was instant; quick and gone as a whistle. Elliot was on his knees as a result of the bracelet being put back on immediately after being removed. The large disembodied faint outline was gone-and it was just Hange and Elliot hiding behind the tree.

Elliot shivered a bit-still feeling the excruciating pain that had forced him to the floor. Yet taking in now very deep and painful breaths, he forced his head up to see the other vampire standing. He inhaled forcefully, then released it all-the pain in his eyes from the pressure he had just experienced. His turquoise eyes locked onto Hange-

"You were..." He inhaled deeply, "Curious...." He exhaled trying to recompose himself. "R-Remove it immediately-and" He took in another long and painful breath, "whatever you are suppressing sporadically releases.." He exhaled deeply once more before taking in another breath. "H-Help me up, and walk...with me back... to the clearing..." Elliot now instructed, reaching out in hopes of assistance-there was no way he was going to balance himself right now-and right now the only person who could help him was Hange. "A-Approach calmly and quietly-S-S-She's..reading your light.." He voice grew slightly softer.

"Never said I wanted to be like you," said the Doctor. Why was it suddenly a struggle to find any of the words she wanted? She knew it was the room messing with her emotions, but she wasn't sure how to make it stop.
"You don't get to decide whether you deserve to die," said the Doctor. "No one deserves to die."
But even though she could usually put her feeling into the words, she couldn't completely manage it now.
She certainly couldn't manage Ononoki's question. She stood up abruptly and walked toward the tree line again. However, she did distantly say, "I don't think that's how this works."
Even if she wanted it to.
Either way, she couldn't sit with that sort of thought. It might be she would start thinking about something else. She needed to move, before she started distrusting shadows.
"Come on!"
(Cloverleaf and ~∂єѕтιиу Not sure where your characters, but Doc and Ononoki could be walking in that direction!)

Chamomile | Medieval room | @raintalonand mintedstar/fur

The dark furred molly took step after step cautiously wandering through the bar at a small height. Guiding herself to an empty chair she padded towards it when Mei had bent down to address her. Grateful for the recognition Chamomile didn't wait for a chance to press her forehead against her daughter's hand. Whether or not she was stuck in this form she couldn't help but to let herself be affectionate just this once. The tabby began to resonate a soft purr. "Murr," She purred deeply, her soft and fluffy tail raised in the air.
"Mrm meow." It was all she could manage with the noise somehow blaring up than it usually was, her pale eyes looking back at Mei's.Amico's scent isn't that old in this musty place.

Dipper | Hunger Games Room | Razz

Dipper couldn't say the same for his pathetic attempts to reach the fallen journal. sheer panic flooded his thoughts, the last thing he wanted was for the research to fall into far worse hands than his own. That was a given seeing as how people like Stan wouldn't be to bothered to sell it to the bright eyed tourists - good thing he hasn't seen it yet. Or has he?
His pondering blocked out the violence that had been directed at him for it was all too common in his world as well. Monsters, people, or both for it was all starting to blur together whenever he'd make notice of it.Now there was another presence the boy could only see as a blur in his peripheral vision. Whoever had gotten close he was going to fend of even with the arrow pinning him off the floor. Only now the blur finally came into focus, a mix of terror and disappointment flooded over Dipper. Czes wasn't a face he wanted to see not in a long while at the cost of preferring to being stuck for hours hanging there.
"Benjamin?" It was a no brainer as to why he had managed to find him, given the sudden panic from his spot in the forest. "W-What are you doing?" There was a noticeable difference, he wasn't desiring the book openly as he looked him up and down awaking from his former journal obsession. Now stood there a boy who wouldn't gain a thing from rescuing a useless kid who couldn't keep the journal for more than a second. Grasping the journal floored him already it was another change from the fake the house had made not too long ago. Shakily he held it, admiring it now clean and proper as it could be in the neverending forest. All the while Dipper was looking at it he couldn't help but to be in a newfound awe of it during the time Czes had been trying to free him from the wall.

Kid | Living Room

Blinking in, Kid waited a second to raise the sunglasses he was wearing. They didn't come off his person as they were removed rather deftly and instead dropped down to below chin, since they were attached around his neck by a chain.
"Here again, gone tomorrow," Kid whistled. "What newbie or old friend will it be this time, House?"
He glanced left and right. Nothing had really changed.

It was times like this that the full beauty of the Sky Realm was on display for all to admire. Bright pink light slowly bled from the edge of the horizon into the endless expanse of night sky above, blinking out each star it touched. The shadows of far off islands were visible in the distance, their residents no doubt beginning to return to the waking world alongside their sun. At that very moment, it was a perfect balance of night and day.

Unmarred by any clouds, the morning sun's rays warmed the Airship as it lazily soared on towards it's next destination. The top deck was completely empty, most of those aboard still yet to emerge from their rooms. There was, however, one lone figure who stood at the bow, his body leaning forward so he was relaxing on it's rim. Beside him rested a half empty mug, faint traces of steam still rising from the bitter contents held within. The blond haired young man basked contently in the encroaching light, a soothing breeze gently ruffling the cloth portions of his armor and the small pair of prop wings he always wore on his back.

Despite this, he seemed troubled. Traces of uncertainty were visible within his bright blue eyes, reflecting questions he longed to receive answers for each time he saw the morning sun. His reservations didn't linger for much longer, a bright smile forming on his face when he sensed a familiar presence approaching from within the airship at an extremely rapid rate.

Perfect! Just the one he had been waiting for! It had taken a bit longer then expected for his company to arrive, but it mattered not.

"Ah, Sandy! This morning's coffee was absolutely delightful!" He hummed happily just as the nearest door leading below deck flew open with enough force to borderline send it tumbling off its hinges. The blonde peered behind him towards the source of the noise, still looking quite delighted despite being greeted by the sight of a very angry Primarch about to unleash a barrage of light lasers straight towards him. "Since you wouldn't allow me to sample them with everyone else yesterday, I went and borrowed the rest of those special beans you picked out so I could brew some myself! I must say, your choice in ingredients is delectable!"

Pushing himself up, he casually prepared to start avoiding the incoming magical onslaught like he usually did. This time, however, things went a bit differently. In the blink of an eye, everything was gone. The pure morning breeze, scent of fresh coffee, angry shouting... All now replaced by... The interior of a run down abode?

The blonde's expression hardened, his right arm finding it's way to one of the three blades the hung in their sheaths at his side.

This was...? Wherever he now stood, it was no longer within the boundaries of the Sky Realm, he could sense that much. No hints of the Stars or Chaos lingered here either, so that meant it likely wasn't the Astral Realm or Otherworld as well. Momentarily distracted, it took the newbie a moment to realize he wasn't alone. Another currently shared this room too. It was a human, also not of any of those worlds, evident by the fact they emitted no traces of Providence, something that made up everything within Creation.

Purposely dropping the external shreds of seriousness he'd displayed previously, "Oh! My apologies." He said politely, bowing his head towards the shorter stranger with a small apologetic smile. "I didn't see you there. I'm sorry if I at all came across as rude." If what he'd learned so far about interacting with others was correct, ignoring them could be considered as such, which was not his intention in the slightest. When he straightened back up again, his eyes were alight with curiosity. "Might I ask if you have any knowledge of where we are?"

"Not yet," Kid said with a bit of amusement directed at Salsa. He noted that things did seem to be a bit crowded all of a sudden. He tried to spare a glance to the very clear newbie, but he started by backing up first to give more space at the room at large.
Then, dipping his head to Chamomile and Salsa in turn, he looked at the latest blinker and tried to appear unsurprised at this latest appearance.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Kid. This is the House. No need to apologize. I hardly think anyone here expects you to have tour barrings so soon."
He would have been a bit surprised if that was the case.
He did cast a glance at Salsa, however, just to see if the Wildclaw had any input in the matter.

Salsa - Chamomile | Living Room | HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt mintedstar/fur

The wildclaw needn't another word from Kid to go off. "To put it shortly for most to comprehend the house is both everywhere and nowhere. In accordance with what was said from the original blinkers the house has walls like these and other parts to it like rooms and a very long hallway. Where exactly is what we gander to be a pocket dimension, something on the line of a seperate world, very confusing to unpack. As for how you are here now the house has the power to bring you and many others from different worlds. Its a powerful being despite never showing its true self, so everyone call's it the house - there no easy way to explain it all I'm afraid."

A pleased chuckle resonated from the blue and red dragon taking in their new company in delight. Many who roamed the house's hallway had been or are warriors, fighters on either good, bad, or both at the same time. To have someone rehearsed in the arts wasn't common for the last she remembered had a wonderful voice. A shame her voice would no longer grace the other blinkers not after the house's little stunt capturing their worlds. "That's a change of pace if I ever heard it! Which reminds me we call ourselves blinkers here, so you can add that to the list." The bounty hunter spoke lightly in jest to their seemingly human friend.

Salsa had grown comfortable far too quickly to Chamomile's liking who offered the differing parties not much in words, yet her eyes cautiously avoiding to catch something unsightly.The owl like wildclaw knew to well by the light banter it wouldn't last forever like most things. One could say their a saint to others yet be the exact opposite behind closed doors. She above all others knew this secret truth too well all the while taking the bait. Paranoia would get them nowhere, giving Lucio the benefit of the doubt wouldn't be hurting anyone but herself.

Shoving that aside the more sociable of the two dragons threw a side glance at Chamomile upon Lucio's questioning. Perhaps if the others were attuned to Sornieth's mana they'd know who or what this being next to her was they'd be more careful. Merely standing next to the demigod made Salsa want to squirm, fidget for the magic within her rustled at the presence of not one but two other elements.

Salsa managed to stand well regardless of the other's somewhat troubling condition which led her to press on. "Yes, I do believe we haven't had proper introductions." She smiled, folding her arms expectantly for answer. A lie but a convenient one nonetheless.

Those who ask shall receive as Chamomile makes short work of an appropriate reply. "I am Chamomile." The healer give a bow of her head, polite yet to the point. She plays into their desire to know, hoping by some chance an answer like that would suffice for the time being. As for their other companion she takes a moment recalling to the previous winter's where they had first met - if Kid had looked any further their was a bit of gratitude for his silence. "Oh! Right, from Sornieth I guessing? Well, its a rare sight to meet another dragon let alone one from home."

(test 2: electric boogaloo)

Nico tilted his head, taking the information in. “We have corn and potatoes too,” he supplied helpfully, then let himself smile just a little. “If you’ve got potatoes that means you can make French fries!” Was that a stupid thing to point out? Probably, but who wouldn’t like the idea of French fries, particularly if they had never had them before? Maybe Nico could tell Kelsier his best approximation for making French fries, assuming their potatoes were more or less the same thing. Then again, most things would probably taste better fried and covered in salt.
“If the House was a little more predictable, I could bring a potato in and we could compare, or something.” Nico was getting really good at avoiding the topic at hand. At talking about literally anything else, because it was easier to focus on good food than it was on the possibility of whatever it was he’d managed to forge with Kelsier slipping from his grasp. They had only just stopped hating each other, Nico didn’t want to cause that hatred to rekindle itself so soon.
He was never going to understand Kelsier’s smile. He was never going to know what prompted him to give it, or what it meant, why the difference between the cold one and the soft one… Nico could tell which one this one was. He just didn’t understand why. Maybe he would, one day. Maybe if they didn’t hate each other after this. Maybe. He looked down again, trying not to meet Kelsier’s gaze as he waited for a reaction to what he had to recount. When one arrived, it was far from the reaction he was expecting.
“It’s a lot less dangerous now,” he replied, his voice quiet. “That’s what I’ve heard, at least. It… it’s technically not a crime anymore, like it was when I was little. I just…” he shrugged, staring at the ground. “Seventy years is a lot of time for change, and I never expected it to change at all, but…” he was struggling to find the right words. Struggling not to sound ungrateful for what he had. “It’s better, now. It’s just that it’s still far from perfect.” He twisted his ring around his finger, still in some sort of staring contest with the ground. Finally, he lifted his gaze up to meet Kelsier’s.
“You say that like my life’s not on the line every day.” He attempted to force some humor into his tone. It didn’t work very well. “I’m a lot more likely to die fighting a monster than I am to be killed because of a crush I managed to keep secret before it was forced out of me twice.” There was a grim smile pulling at his face before it faltered and his expression became far more serious.
“I don’t tend to associate with strangers, much.” He shifted, pressing his knees up close to his body so the cup of hot chocolate could warm his center. “I give people the wrong impression, and I rub people the wrong way, and I’m fine with that. It’s the image I’ve created for myself, and it’s fine. It protects me. I don’t have to worry about a stranger finding out, because they’re a lot more likely to avoid me cause I’m cold and frightening up close. And I don’t really have friends so if other people that I know find out, it’s just one more thing to make them dislike me. It doesn’t really… matter.” He shrugged again, not sure what point he was trying to make. He’d find it eventually. “But there’s always the possibility that someone could get violent. Or, on the odd occasion someone I like finds out… there’s the chance of losing them to it. And I don’t want to lose anyone else.” It was the most candid he’d been with Kelsier since they’d met. He didn’t know why he let his guard down here and now, but it felt natural. It felt, more importantly, safe.
“You don’t have to be sorry. It’s just how things are. I’m glad it’s not like that everywhere.” He let his dark gaze flicker up to meet Kelsier’s for a moment before raising his cup of hot chocolate in a ‘cheers’ motion. It was the closest he felt comfortable getting to ‘thank you.’
His eyes widened as the hot chocolate hit his tongue, and he put the cup down, making a face.
“What the [oops!] kind of hot chocolate is that?” He demanded, cross his arms and staring up at the House. “Kelsier’s never had hot chocolate before and you give us the disgusting powder-y kind? With water?” He said something rather less pleasant in Italian before rolling his eyes and gesturing helplessly at the cup.
“It’s very important you know that this is fake hot chocolate. It’s not even half as good as the real stuff.”

There is a very difficult moment when Myrnin tried to work out where he was.
This didn't take too much doing because after a second, he took off the sunglasses and the dim lighting of the hallway in the House was a bit easier to work with when his eyes hadn't adjusted to the change in lighting.
"Nice to know," he said, a bit stiffly, "that we're here again."
He bit his lip, then glanced around. If there was one thing to say about this place, it was that he didn't know who would turn up. He could hazard a guess though - it was a long list of guesses, but there was still a guess on the list.
"Hum," he said.
He let the sunglasses drop over his eyes again and he adjusted the hat that was over his head. It was large and straw. He liked it. It seemed fitting.

A young girl with thick brown hair blinked into the living room.
What? Mabel gazed around the strange room, rubbing her eyes to make sure that what she was seeing was more than just a trick of the mind. "Dipper?" she asked, hoping her brother was nearby. "Where is this? What's going on?"
As she spoke, she mindlessly walked forward, not paying attention to where she was headed. In the process, she accidentally bumped into Myrnin.