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Sam | Zoo Room | strider

"Ungulates," Sam whistled, looking impressed. "I did not know that word."
He hadn't, but that just meant he was impressed with Nico's knowledge. He found himself inching a bit closer to the demigod, looking around at more of the signs.
"I'll try and see if I can ... hear them or something."
He could hear and smell a lot of different things. He'd briefly wondered whether this was just how zoos smelled and sounded to everyone, before he remembered he was a bit of an exception.
He grinned at Nico, walking backwards as he was, and found himself wanting to smile more and more as the conversation progressed.
"I can't wait then!" he said cheerfully. "The front works."
A couple of paths branched off the one they were walking on and Sam glanced in their direction. He could just see the edges of a couple enclosures, but no actual animals yet.

Kelsier | for Sam Room | mintedstar/fur strider

This would have been much, much easier under different circumstances. If they’d been in Nico’s world, for example, Kelsier could have threatened to take Hades’ powers if he tried to hurt Nico. He could have stayed close, kept both boys as close as he could and told Hades to stay away. The problem here was that whatever he did, he wasn’t the one who would have to clean up the mess afterwards. If he made Hades angry, he wasn’t the one who had to deal with the aftermath, Nico was.
This wasn’t going the way he needed it to. He hated the god. He hated the way he’d treated both Nico and Sam, and he hated that he was allowed to do as he pleased, because he was powerful, and no one could stop him. Was it really much of a stretch to see the Lord Ruler in him?
He was not going to be liked by Hades. Hades was never going to be liked by him. And though some part of the Mistborn felt warm at the fact that he’d been chosen, he knew he’d messed up by bringing Nico into this, even for a second.
If he knew for sure that the House would erase Hades’ memory after this, he wouldn’t be worried. But he didn’t know that. If the man remembered…he didn’t know what he’d do, but he had a feeling that it wouldn’t be good.
He was on damage control, and he knew it.
But Hades wasn’t the only one who knew how to fight when the odds were stacked against him. Kelsier had fought his way out of Hathsin, the first to survive and the first to escape. He’d made it through Gemmel’s training, though he still didn’t know if it had been the way it was to prepare him or to kill him. And he was going to take down the Lord Ruler and fix what was broken. And there was a lot to fix.
He wished he’d been able to learn more about Hades. He wished he’d been more prepared for this. Truthfully…he’d never once thought he’d really come face to face with this man. Least of all in a situation like this.
He couldn’t pretend he wasn’t tempted to see whether these powers were enough to kill a god.
He couldn’t pretend that this wasn’t his legacy. He survived childhood, his mother didn’t. He survived Hathsin, his wife didn’t. He survived training, his mentor didn’t.
Maybe the first and last couldn’t be blamed on him. Maybe not even the middle. But if he hadn’t been too proud to admit there were things even he couldn’t do, if he hadn’t been so sure he could do what no one else could…if he had listened to her warning…
“You’re right,” he said quietly, meeting Hades’ gaze, his own still smoldering. He was angry, and he was powerful. But he couldn’t end this with a body count. Not this time.
“Partially right,” he amended a second later. “About me. But you’re wrong about Nico. And maybe, just maybe, I know you better than you think I do. I know you’re proud. I know you think you’re doing the right thing, and you feel nothing for those you judge unworthy of your Paradise. You think you’re fair, and impartial, and you think you’re going to last forever, long after anyone who dared defy you has turned to dust. And you might even be right. You’re lucky I’m not from your world.”
He couldn’t tell where the boys were anymore. He hoped they’d blinked out, or found their way back to the living room. He was aware of one thing: he couldn’t stop Hades once he blinked out. He had to do it now, and make it count. Sam was safe. Sam was, most likely, not in Nico’s world either. It was only Nico who would have to live with this.
“It’s not a trick,” he answered, holding Hades' stare with his own unflinching one. “And I think you know that you’re running out of time. You’re a god, you tell me; have you ever gotten a glimpse of me before? Ever heard my name, felt my touch in your mind?”
He burned zinc, carefully Rioting Hades’ anger, his vengeance. He was far from the most skilled at emotional Allomancy, but there was a double point here. Hades had been able to tell when he’d been Soothed, and reminding him of it now would make him angry. Hades was angry, he might act, and if he killed Kelsier here, he would hopefully consider that to be punishment enough for Nico. He was a fair man in his own mind, he ought to like the idea of wiping out the mortal who dared think he was better than a god in the same blow as he taught his son a lesson in loyalty. Nico would know it wasn’t permanent. As long as Haded never blinked in again, and Nico never mentioned he’d survived death itself…this would work.
It had to work.
“If you go back, you will never touch me. You will never get revenge. You will sit on your throne, and if I ever cross your mind, it will be as the mere mortal who told the god of the Underworld to go to hell and walked away unharmed, never to be judged, even at death. And maybe no one will ever find out. But you’ll know. And Nico will know.”
He didn’t move. He’d played people before, of course…he’d been a thief before he was Mistborn, and he’d done it by impersonating nobility, running scams, lying and cheating. But he’d never tried to fool a god. It was a dangerous play - he didn’t know for sure that Hades would blink out once he was dead, and he didn’t know what would happen to the powers. Most likely, Hades would simply get them back.
But he was out of options. So he was going to see this through, and hope that for once, the House would let him pull this off.

Sal | Pictionary Room | strider

Sal wasn’t sure which he liked better. He wasn’t good at drawing, and he didn’t think he liked doing things he wasn’t good at, but then…at least he didn’t have to be careful not to guess things that could possibly kill them all. He hoped thoughts didn’t count. He was going to do his best to think through everything he could say before he actually said it.
His immediate thought was maybe a lake, or a swimming pool. Neither of which were safe to guess, at all. He narrowed his eyes at it, trying to think of things that were blue and…bumpy.
“A pillow?” He suggested, and had to hop backwards to avoid being hit by one. “Or not…”
It looked like a lake to him. He wanted to try it, but he refused to be responsible for drowning both of them, so he didn’t.

The Doctor | Hallway | ®Hawkpath®

The Doctor beamed as Spook spoke. Clearly this was exactly what she'd been looking for.
"Oh yes! I can understand you perfectly. Oh, I imagine a word here or there wont really translate, but I can usually get the gist."
Which was really fascinating, if she was going to be honest. The fact that the House did something similar as to the TARDIS, only on a much wider scale. That was truly fascinating.
"A room? Never? Well, you're in for a very ... interesting time. And as far as I've found, completely random as well. Guess we'll have to see what we get together, yes?"
She headed for the nearest door, next to the patch of wall that she'd been leaning against. She tapped at the door handle as she did, but didn't open it just yet. "Do you want to go first? Since it's your first room? I would you like to pick a door yourself? To my knowledge, they're all the same."

L Lawliet | Game Room | ~∂єѕтιиу

L watched Vincent as the other blinker busied himself with getting a drink, apparently deciding it was worth the risk, as everyone else L had ever met had. Technically, he was probably right. The chances of it being anything dangerous weren’t terribly high. But for L, at least, they were too high. And he hated alcohol anyway, so in this case, he was relieved that he had an excuse not to taste any.
He considered the table for a long moment, then moved, making his decision. This was a room, and he was not the sort of person who was contrary enough to fight the clear intentions it had. Not without reason, at least.
Besides…he wanted to know more about this man, venomous though his colors were. L was far more used to the venomous type of human than the harmless one. He felt perfectly at home in a dangerous game.
He stepped up onto the chair and lowered himself into his usual comfortable crouch, hands resting on his knees.
“I think,” he replied, stare unblinking. “That you know a lot more about what we’re meant to do here than I do.”

Rex | Blender Room | Eliyen pls save them

Rex blinked into the House with a crash as the ground vanished beneath his feet and he slammed into the wall. Cursing under his breath, he shoved himself up, first noticing that the ground was a pile of fruits bigger than he was, and second, noticing that the wall was transparent. Squinting through the wall, he could see what appeared to be a massive kitchen. It was almost like...

His heart dropped and he looked down.

He had been shrunk.

Slapped onto his chestplate was a name tag that said, 'Hi! I'm a peach!'.

| Victoria | Blender Room | Eliyen is their only hope |

Victoria was falling. That wasn't the unexpected part; she'd been timing the jump from the overpass to the semi, and had just leapt. What was unexpected, however, was the fact that she thumped into a soft, dew-y surface. She quickly tried to right herself, though she had to scramble around a bit. She had landed on a massive strawberry, freshly washed and with the top sliced off, ready to become a smoothie. She looked around, spotting Rex and smelling blood, then spotting Sol. She stumbled over to the other two blinkers, trying to figure out what was going on. A lopsided nametag was stuck on her forehead that read "HI! I'm a blueberry!"

"Hi! I think this is a room!" Victoria stated the obvious.

Zuko blinked in surprise as a pillow flew down from the ceiling. Right. He forgot about the color… which color would work best for this? He frowned, moving back towards the bin of colored markers. It took him a few moments to pull a grey one out, then a yellow one just in case. He didn’t know if every pillow in Sal’s world was blue, but most of the ones Zuko had seen were red. Perhaps that was why he hadn’t considered that the other boy might guess pillow. He frowned, then traced over his blue line with the grey marker, grateful it wasn’t as dark as the black he had seen.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, the word unfamiliar in his mouth. He switched back to the blue marker he had been using, doing his best to draw little raindrops coming from the cloud. He then drew a big yellow sun, then carefully covered it with more grey uneven (and hopefully fluffy looking) blobs.

Vincent - Living Room - Rain

Vincent smirked, folding his hands behind his back as the stranger continued to entertain him. He was slightly curious what they meant; if perhaps they were suggesting that they were a practitioner of magic or if they merely were alluding to their magical form. Either way, it hardly made them special around here.

He said nothing for a moment after the new blinker had finished, glancing around the room as he considered their words. In charge? That was relative in the House - but perhaps one day. He glanced back to the stranger, cocking his head slightly; “Go ahead and ask if there’s anything outside of the obvious about your current situation.” His amused smile read differently now, though his change in tone revealed nothing that the stranger’s insight hadn’t already detected. He had no intention to give this creature a through introduction to the House, and he figured that was fairly obvious, so he was curious to see how much faith they had in their wit.

Nico had no way of knowing if the tremor in Sam’s voice was because of the anticipation or because he was scared. He decided he was going to believe it was the first option. It wasn’t like he was leading him anywhere scary, but… the House wasn’t always the most predictable. Still, Nico was fairly certain he would be willing to drop almost anything to come to Sam’s rescue if he needed him. As long as they were together in this room, nothing was going to touch Sam. Nico made that promise to himself, and he didn’t intend to break it. Who was he if he broke the very same promises he held dear because they weren’t supposed to be broken?
Nico pushed the thought away, leading Sam towards the aviary. Thankfully it was a straight path and not a very long one. In almost no time at all, Nico had brought them through the front door. He could see a toucan in the first exhibit, but he wanted Sam to see it all first before he approached.
“And… open,” Nico whispered, pulling away to proudly present the aviary.

Nico nodded, vaguely amused by Hook’s reaction. He didn’t’ like to brag very much, but something about the way Hook was acting made him wonder if there was a merit to bragging, after all. The pirate, while an infamous and notorious jerk, was also undeniably cool in Nico’s eyes. He was a good fighter, and he was a pirate. It was exciting to be able to do something that seemed to impress him.
“I just sort of get… impressions,” Nico admitted after a long moment. “I can’t really control what they do, I don’t think. I can just bring them here. We can ask them to do what we want them to, but they might not agree. We’ll probably need something they want to offer them… a lot of them just want food or drink, but…” he frowned a little, then gave a small shrug. “I can possibly tell which ones would be more willing to work with us? The sailor I mentioned… he seems decently amenable. I can bring him here and we can… see?” Finding a way to lure the crew here seemed like the best use of their time at the moment.

Kelsier | for Sam Room | strider mintedstar/fur

Kelsier was used to being seen as a mere annoyance, not a real threat to anything. Of course, he thought that there were plenty of noblemen who were all too aware of how dangerous he was, but they weren’t the head of the beast. Kelsier could kill them, but he couldn’t destroy them. Not without finding a way to the root of the problem.
The Lord Ruler didn’t seem all that concerned about it. But being underestimated was something he’d been using to his advantage all his life, and he wasn’t about to stop now.
The only difference was that he wasn’t fighting alone. He wasn’t the only person who could be hurt here. If he were…this could have gone very, very differently.
He knew he was playing with fire. He knew that there were thousands of ways this could go wrong, but what choice did he have? He was the one who’d gotten Nico into this, and he was going to do all he could to get him out again. He wouldn’t allow either kid to be harmed, not while he could stop it. Not while he had any say at all in the matter.
He did not answer the god’s questions. He just watched as the anger hit him, as it rose to the surface, even faster than Kel had seen coming, fiercer than he’d expected it to be. It felt almost as though it had been there, waiting, and he’s merely broken the dam and allowed the flood to burst through.
He knew he would drown. But Nico would understand the situation. Sam on the other hand, Kelsier didn’t know him well enough to know what he’d think, but he trusted that Nico would do all he could to get him out of here. As long as the boys escaped, he would consider it a success.
It happened faster than he’d expected. The hand hit his throat and he was forced backwards, stumbling as Hades continued to move forwards, the iron grip impossible to escape, even with pewter’s aid. His back hit the wall, hard, and he choked as he was pinned there, unable to so much as struggle against the giant that Hades had become in an instant. He gripped Hades’ wrist, more on instinct than any actual attempt to pull it off him, and he forced himself to concentrate on his powers…he wouldn’t be able to hold them once he was dead. He had to keep them from the god as long as he could.
It wouldn’t take long for him to die, he could tell, and a tiny smile worked it’s way over his features as his body still fought for air. So Hades could be pushed after all. He had manipulated a god, and as long as Nico and Sam had found a way out, he’d saved them. He’d succeeded.
And then the pressure was gone and he fell to his knees before he could even think to resist gravity’s pull, harsh, rasping coughs escaping him as air returned to his lungs. His throat ached, his lungs ached, and breathing felt like trying to breathe broken glass, but he was alive, and that meant -
“Sam!” He rasped, his voice barely able to rise above a wheeze as he caught sight of the boy on top of Hades. He hadn’t left. He hadn’t left.
He looked up as Nico knelt next to him. He hadn’t let go of the powers, somehow, though he’d felt his grip on them slipping. Several things flew through his mind at the same time, but he knew there wasn’t time for any of them now, so he just met his eyes and gave a nod, strengthening his hold on Hades’ powers.
“Careful,” he rasped, holding his gaze. “Be careful.”

Amico | Living Room | ®Hawkpath®

The House, of course, obliged. And who should it blink in other than a rather small gremlin - whoops, it meant child. Child. A small child blinked in.
Coincidently, near the hat.
The small version of Myrnin, as gremlin like as the original comparison, looked down at the hat with wide eyes and attentive posture. He looked like he was about to pounce on it. What he did do was carefully lift it up, hold it to the light (what light there was) and say, "Oooo!" Then he looked beyond the hat, at Sherlock, and his whole face lit up.
"A hat!" he said happily. Then he hurried forward, showing the hat to Sherlock, as if he hadn't just been the one to toss it aside.
"It's so big! And - and - and! It had flaps on the side!"
The excited Myrnin - he must have been what? Five? Six? put on the hat and patted at the ear flaps. Once, twice, three times. Then he looked up at Sherlock and started grinning very wide. This was mostly all that could be seen of him. The hat was big enough that it covered his eyes.
"How do I look? Do I look cool! Only rich people wear hats like this!"
No rich person had ever worn this, probably, but Myrnin had never seen a rich person. "Oh ... are you a rich person?" he said after a second, sounding suddenly disappointed. "Is this your hat? Do you want it back?"
He very hesitantly reached up to take it off.