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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 30, 2021 17:03:19 GMT -5
Asami | Living room | ®Hawkpath® strider|Tachibana Asami blinked into the House, sitting on the couch in her human form, her hands folded politely in front of her. She was stiff and awkward - sitting very still with something that was trying to pass as a neutral expression on her slack features, but she looked more like a slightly melted wax figure than a living, breathing person, even though she was living and breathing. The second she realized she'd blinked in, her entire demeanor changed - her body slumped backwards a little and her hands slid off her lap as her head split four ways, her tendrils weaving off in every direction to rest, snakelike, in various locations on the couch, floor, and coffee table. One of her eyestalks lay lazily on the floor like a limp garden hose, an almost contented expression reflected in the green of the iris, while the other reared up, telescope-like, to check her surroundings.
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Post by strider on Aug 30, 2021 17:09:03 GMT -5
Orpheus appeared, their ever-present guitar poised in their hands, a tiny smile on their face as they strummed gently. It was one of the first opportunities they’d had in days to play for themself instead of the crew. Their hair was wind tossed and stiffened by sea salt, creating a rather interesting crest of hair at the top of their head. They didn’t seem to notice or mind. The acoustics of the room changed, and Orpheus let the guitar fall to their back where it rested comfortably on its strap. “Oh,” they murmured, eyes catching on Asami. They were fairly certain they had seen her in rooms before, but they didn’t actually know who she was. It was always interesting how the House brought such a large variety of people into its walls. They always liked meeting new ones. “I believe I saw you briefly in the room with the fireworks,” they said after a moment, coming a little bit closer. “My name is Orpheus.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 30, 2021 17:28:49 GMT -5
Rue blinked in, walking forwards with quick, silent steps, her hands curled close to her chest as she moved. She froze as her surroundings shifted, the sounds and smells of the forest vanishing, replaced by the familiar scent of the Living Room, as well as two heartbeats, human as far as she could tell from the sound of them, though the scent…one was normal, but the other was off. Sick? She didn’t have enough experience to know if it was a normal difference or not. She turned towards them, taking in Orpheus, who looked very vaguely familiar to her, but no name came to mind, and…well, that was probably why she smelled weird. Was she human? No, stupid question. She was very clearly not human, even if she smelled like she might be related. She watched the two of them quietly, not approaching just yet. It was probably best to observe before she did anything else. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 30, 2021 17:57:55 GMT -5
Hook - Living Room
Hook blinked in, drenched in sweat and sea water. His arms were crossed limply over his head, his breathing heavy as his gaze stayed focused on something in front of him. Upon the sudden change in his surroundings, his arms dropped heavily back to his side, and he let out a loud sigh as he glanced around the room.
He gave a second, more controlled sigh after seeing the weird girl with tendrils chilling on the couch, along with the familiar faces of Orpheus and Rue. He said nothing to any of them, but hastily wiped water off his face as he glanced around for something (or someone) else to keep him occupied.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 30, 2021 18:04:28 GMT -5
Asami | Living room | ®Hawkpath® strider ~∂єѕтιиу |Asami brought one eyestalk up to Orpheus' eye level, looking them up and down with curiosity. They did not seem to be an irregularity - but, sometimes it was difficult to make that judgment on first examination. "My name is Tachibana Asami," she recited, her eyestalk doing an approximation of the bow she'd been taught to do when introducing herself out of habit. Grandmother had drilled her on it many times, and she was starting to remember to do it, sometimes. "I did not see you then, but I see you now," she added, unsure if that was what she was supposed to say in response. She looked around at the other two who had just blinked, then her other eyestalk lifted from the floor, creeping slowly towards Rue. "You are not yet fully matured," she noted, a tendril reaching out to touch at her clothing. "And you - " the eye that had been on Orpheus turned to Hook - "are missing one of your external appendages. Do you require medical attention?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 30, 2021 18:21:53 GMT -5
That was a question which Kid didn't know how to answer. He spent his time walking slowly along the forest path some more. After a minute or less, a light drizzle could be heard over head, but even that was slow to reach them, only a couple drops making it through the leaves overheard. It was, to Kid, the prompting he needed to actually say something. "Me, I think. Though I'll admit I'm not completely sure. It's all ... very complicated. Confusing. And a lot has changed." He wasn't sure if it was an adjustment which he was going to get used to. At least that was what it felt like. He spent a long time, looking off into space again. There was a lot to think about and even more to try and focus on. "What should we do for this room?" he eventually asked with a sign. "I'm sure there's only so long anyone is willing to listen to what I have to say. There's a lot here ... going on in my head. Unpacking it all on you would be unfair. So anyway ... the room ..." L Lawliet | Forest Room | mintedstar/furL nodded a little, glancing at Kid as the immortal spoke. It wasn’t something he could fix, really. Kid was right. If L lost his work, he would feel very lost. He didn’t think a conversation could solve that.
It was raining, he realized, glancing up. Hopefully not too much. For now it was just drizzling, but it could easily turn into a storm if the House got bored of them. Hopefully, their conversation was interesting enough to placate it.
“This room is probably intended for us to talk, actually,” he noted, waving a hand at the trees. “I can only assume the House knows how you feel, and is making the most of it. You said it hasn’t been blinking you in very often lately. It might be trying to prompt you. To see what happens now that things have changed. It seems to rely on the relationships of its blinkers, more than anything else, to get its entertainment.”
He shrugged lightly. “In other words, please feel free to speak.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 30, 2021 19:12:59 GMT -5
Kelsier and Mare | Switcharoom | striderMare shook her head a little, looking at him. It was a good thought, but not practical. She knew if she were desperate, she might even try it, but she wasn’t. She had a geode, and so did Nico. As long as they were careful not to lose them, they’d be just fine. “No food,” she explained. “Or water. Not to mention all the people whose chances of survival go up every time someone dies. You’d be safe from the guards, as long as you never came back up, but that’s impossible, and when you do, they'll know you weren’t there. It might buy you a day or two, but no more than that.” She fell silent, reaching into a crevice, ignoring the sting. Nothing there, nor surprisingly. Finding two in a single day was extremely unlikely. Finding one in an entire week was hard enough. Of course…it was possible this wasn’t really Hathsin, and so it might not be quite the same as what she was used to. That was an odd thought. Kelsier stepped back, giving a little bit of ground to give himself a moment to catch his breath. He was was doing fine…it was a truly horrible place, but he would survive it. At least Nico wasn’t here. At least he didn’t have to survive it again. Kelsier would do it a thousand times over to protect him from that fate. He didn’t know how much time had passed. A while, he had to assume. How much ambrosia was safe to have? He guessed he shouldn’t eat any more for a while, but he had no idea how long a while might be. “Did you both get a geode?” He asked finally, running a finger along the dagger to get some of the dust off. |
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Post by strider on Aug 30, 2021 19:34:00 GMT -5
Orpheus gave a small smile, not quite certain how to respond to Asami. It seemed she hadn’t really known how to respond to them, either. That was alright. It was clear there were probably different communication customs wherever she was from, though Orpheus hadn’t really expected a specific response. “There were a lot of people in that room,” they returned, clearly unbothered that she hadn’t recognized them from the room. More people were arriving. Orpheus was familiar with Rue, though they had never learned her name, and they were (unfortunately) familiar with Hook. It wasn’t so much that they thought Hook was a bad person as it was that their vision went a little bit fuzzy when they remembered the way he had choked L. That hadn’t been right, and it hadn’t been warranted. They may not have known why strangulation was a trigger for L, but that didn’t matter. Hook had made it worse, and he hadn’t even apologized. Orpheus gave a friendly wave to Rue, pointedly not acknowledging Hook’s presence. They could be polite so long as they didn’t have to actually talk to him. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 30, 2021 19:45:53 GMT -5
Rue’s eyes widened a little as an eyestalk moved towards her, but she didn’t move away. She could probably outrun her, if it came to it, but she didn’t seem unfriendly just yet. More…curious. As long as she didn’t do anything threatening, Rue was content to be inspected. She waved back to Orpheus, eyes moving to the guitar they carried for a moment. They played music…she was half tempted to ask them to play some now, but this was probably not the time for it. Even if she really could have used some. She glanced at Hook as he appeared, and her eyes widened a little, but she didn’t speak. She recognized him, naturally, though she hadn’t seen him in a while. Was the Games room the last time? She looked at the eyestalk again and gave a small nod. “You’re right,” she told her quietly. She didn’t see any reason to mention she never would be. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 30, 2021 20:04:45 GMT -5
Hook - Living Room
The pirate kept his attention elsewhere as the others looked in his direction, his eyes already wandering towards the hallway with temptation to slip off on his own - despite the dangers of facing rooms alone. He doubted the House would be very kind to him if he tried to split away from the group it had blinked him in with so soon…
His thinking was disrupted by the movement of Asami’s eye stalks that he caught in his peripheral, and he turned his chin up in disgust when she spoke to him; “Hell no,” he responded sharply. Her words and peculiar appearance earned her a keen, suspicious look over after that. Luckily, the Captain choose to say nothing, but his expression read with blatant disliking. He promptly turned his gaze back to the hallway, then down to his feet as he took note of the water that was starting to puddle where he was standing.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 30, 2021 20:15:16 GMT -5
Asami | Living room/hallway | ®Hawkpath® ~∂єѕтιиу strider |"Yes," agreed Asami, thinking back to the fireworks room. "It was a good room. Someone who is my friend was in that room," she added proudly, thinking of Juuzou. Friends. She had determined that that was what they were, and it was a very exciting concept to think about. Social bonds were an integral part of being human, so she thought - if she could understand them better, she would gain a better understanding of the species as a whole. Immediately upon seeing Hook get up, she swayed to her feet and began to follow, occasionally using her tendrils instead of her legs to lift herself a few paces further without having to take steps. It was an odd, slightly alarming motion to witness, but she didn't seem to find it strange - in fact, she barely registered that she was doing it. It just felt more natural to her than walking. "Hell," she repeated, keeping step with Hook easily. "This word relates to the human concept of an 'after-life'. I do not understand your use of the phrase coupled with 'no'. Do you lack a belief in an afterlife?"
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 31, 2021 0:27:51 GMT -5
Vincent - Game Room - Hawk Vincent leaned back, fingers still drumming rhythmically against the table’s edge. He made no comment on L’s peculiar positioning, though he smirked at his words. “Is that the impression I give off?” He asked innocently, glancing down at his hand. Beneath the edge there was a small drawer built into the table, a small black handle waiting for him to open it with. He smiled and slid his hand of the table slowly, pulling it open with a quiet creak followed by silence as he looked down at the contents. “Oh,” he said simply after a moment. He reached in and removed a variety of card decks from inside, tossing them onto the table. “Any preference?” He asked, turning up his chin as he glanced over them. Each deck had a different box, and some didn’t seem to be made for typical playing cards, but nothing had any writing on it. He figured whatever deck they selected would have a sizable impact on the room, but he contributed nothing as he took another drink from his glass - watching L closely as he did so. “Yes,” L told him simply, shrugging a little. “At least, under these circumstances.” He didn’t elaborate, he just watched as the drawer opened, and whatever was inside caught Vincent’s attention. It could have been a weapon, but there was no need to overreact to it. Vincent had nothing to gain from killing him here. And while some people would have killed him regardless, just because they were capable of it or because they thought it would get them out (and technically it might), he didn’t think Vincent was that sort. It was too…decisive for him. He barely knew the man, but from this and the last room they’d been in together, he had a feeling he knew more than most people would have. He leaned forward, inspecting the cards. He didn’t recognize most of them…he narrowed his eyes at them. He couldn’t be sure they were real games at all. He reached forward and plucked one box from the stack, holding it up to the light. He didn’t really look much like normal playing cards to him, if he were honest, but that didn’t matter. He lowered it, shifting it to a different spot on the table. “I can’t have a preference without knowing what these are,” he noted, looking up again. “Do you recognize them?” Vincent leaned forward, his elbows resting rudely against the top of the table as his chin sat comfortably in one palm - his fingers loosely gripping the rim of his glass with his other hand. He watched L like a hawk, utilizing the momentary pause to gather more entail on the strange individual. He found it somewhat endearing that what the detective lacked in personality he managed to make up for with his peculiar mannerisms. He was in no rush to quickly answer L’s question, and he took his time dragging his eyes away from the other blinker back down to the cards. He eyed them without changing his position, the bored look on his face and complete absence of a reaction suggested he was rather indifferent about the illustrations laid out in front of them. “Do any of them happen to...speak to you?” He asked with dry amusement in his voice, assuming that his elusiveness was a plain enough answer to the previous question. |
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Post by strider on Aug 31, 2021 0:34:33 GMT -5
“I’m glad you had a friend there,” Orpheus replied to Asami, thinking back to who they had seen her talking to. They hadn’t recognized many people in that room, so it was unlikely that they knew her friend. Still, it was good to know that she had one. Orpheus followed Hook’s gaze to the hallway, very carefully grasping the strap of the bag that held their guitar. They didn’t want anyone to go into the hallway alone, but they weren’t sure they were really prepared to face around. Still, if everyone else ended up doing it… it was exciting sometimes, exploring rooms. They needed to remember that instead of thinking of the worst possible scenario. The room where they’d been forced to punch Hook hadn’t been terrible until Hook had gotten hostile for no apparent reason. |
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Post by strider on Aug 31, 2021 1:56:58 GMT -5
“We both have one,” Nico confirmed, making sure to keep his voice low in case there was any chance there were others nearby who could hear them. He didn’t know how well sound carried here, though he hadn’t heard any of the other prisoners since he had followed Mare deep into the Pits. He wondered if that decreased the time it took for someone to fall into insanity. If you had to spend time alone down here… Nico could understand how something like that would be enough to drive a person over the edge. He was on edge himself, and he had someone with him. Someone who clearly knew her way around better than most people. Someone who was either unusually skilled at finding geodes or just unusually lucky. Of course… Nico wasn’t sure that luck could be a term ascribed to anyone who had ended up here. “I guess I understand why nobody stays down here, then,” Nico replied, glancing at Mare before he reached his hand into another crevice in the wall. He flinched at thew ay it scratched at the already open wounds, but it didn’t matter. He needed another geode. He needed to make sure that any time Mare had one, he had one. That was how he could save her life. It didn’t matter if this was the real thing or a House recreation. Nico wanted to make a version of Hathsin where Mare survived. He didn’t know how he would get her out, but he knew he would find a way eventually. “Mare,” Nico murmured, unsure if she wanted to talk or not. Nico was usually more comfortable when there was silence, but he was used to the ‘silence’ of New York City, not the pervasive kind that felt as though it might pull your soul from your body if you existed in it for too long. It was like Asphodel, but worse. The boredom of Asphodel combined with the pain of Punishment. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 31, 2021 12:51:34 GMT -5
Rue glanced between the others, trying to figure out the dynamics here as best she could. Did any of them know each other? She knew from experience that Hook was generally surly whoever he was with, so his disgusted expression didn’t mean much. Had Orpheus ignored him on purpose? They’d made a point of waving to her, and she doubted they knew anything about her…she was small and easily forgotten, and it wasn’t as though they’d ever spoken. Maybe it was because it had happened so recently, but she still found it odd that there were going to be people who had never known her as human. Who had met her after she’d been turned…Orpheus wouldn’t know she was a vampire yet, most likely, but it wasn’t like they’d get to know her as a human, and then have to figure out how to deal with the change. Hook, she supposed, had known her as human first, but she was pretty sure she knew his type, and she wasn’t under any illusion that he’d care even if he found out. Asami was...also not human. Rue had no idea what to make of her yet. Hopefully, she was actually nice. She glanced at the hall. Going in a room alone was always going to be a bad plan, but on the other hand, she could really use the distraction. She might finally have a way to survive the Games, but that didn’t mean it was going to be easy to do. She hadn’t needed to kill anyone, yet, but…she knew it could still happen. She began to edge back towards the door, keeping her movements small and casual. She was good at being invisible. As long as no one looked her way, she could just slip into the hall and leave them to realize she was gone later. Or never. |
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Aug 31, 2021 12:58:46 GMT -5
Out of all the things that Sam was sure thy were going to do, it wasn't going to be leaving Nico behind. He couldn't even begin to think that they would do that. He didn't want to and he just ... he just couldn't. The thought wouldn't even sit in his head. So instead, he looked again to Kelsier. The only adult in the room, he just really wanted him to make this better. Then he looked down to Nico and half whispered, "Please stop trying to play the hero. I know that's what you are but ... but I can't just leave you. It would hurt. Too much. This room is gonna be okay and w-we'll leave together." He meant that. As much as you could mean any reassurance in the House. Because the House was tricky and hard and Sam ... Sam was scared. He didn't want Nico to be hurt. But Nico was. "C-can you ... does this go away if you wait? Maybe if we wait?" |
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Post by strider on Aug 31, 2021 14:01:55 GMT -5
One day, if he wasn’t careful, Nico was going to fade away completely. He knew that like it was a fact. The human body wasn’t built to melt into shadow as often as Nico had made his. It wasn’t meant to be used like Nico used it. He wished there was a way to undo the damage he had already caused, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t stop using his powers, either, at least not if he wanted to help save his world. He didn’t think of himself as a hero, but he was so tired of having to help all of the time. Maybe that was one reason he found it difficult to think that he might actually be a hero. Heroes didn’t get tired of their jobs. They kept doing them, not out of a sense of obligation or duty, but because they were the kind of people who were desperate to help no matter the circumstances. That wasn’t Nico. The longer they stayed in a room, the more danger they were in. Nico knew that was how it worked, but he couldn’t say that. He wasn’t going to convince either of them to leave him alone, and he found he didn’t really want to. He wanted the three of them to leave together. “I promise,” he whispered, holding Kelsier’s gaze before his dark eyes moved towards Sam, wide with surprise. Nico still wasn’t used to having friends. He wasn’t used to having people who cared whether he lived or died, even though there had always been people like that in the House. It was easy to believe the people in his world. They were the ones who would have to handle it if he died. His friends in the House might never know. “Together,” Nico echoed, expression softer than he realized as he looked at Sam, gently reaching for his hand. His own was still translucent, but as long as Sam didn’t mind… “I don’t know how long it will take to recover, but… but I’d like to leave together. Are… are you okay?” |
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Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Aug 31, 2021 14:21:35 GMT -5
Steve | Blender Room "That's just great." Steve held onto whatever wits he had remaining after everything that happened in the past few months. No thanks to the house's poor time management, he frowned having to help these four, er, three total strangers escape. Escape how you may ask? Well, the brunette frowned at Rex's reply, standing there with his hands on his hips. "Even the dog talks! Might as follow her directions while we're at it. What else is going to happen? Turn into fruit?" Not really a dog but Steve could care less if they're in some fruity cage forever, it didn't help everyone had varying labels and stickers slapped onto them. Steve's rhetorical statement was met with a slow whirring noise that reverberated through the unstable fruit floor. Thankfully the group wouldn't have to worry their little heads any longer as a subtle clicking noise went off in the background accompanied by a red glow emanating from the button Eliyen was formerly hovering over. Oh, oh no... |
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Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Aug 31, 2021 15:11:28 GMT -5
Dipper | Living Room "I - well - yeah! The only mean person I've really met was Hook, you'll know him when you see him. There's Sherlock in second place, he's a detective who asks a lot of questions and a short patience that matches his height. Oh, and members of royalty, they're annoyingly bossy but uncommon." Dipper let the words tumble clumsily out of his mouth, eyes widening at the thought of setting up Wylan for a version of the house that didn't exist. He knew the detective wanted answers but not sentimentality to cloud his search for answers. Along with that, he wondered how some of the other blinkers were doing, good maybe? Saving their world or having a hand in ending it? Questions that would need more consideration at a later time. "You should hear the things I've heard and seen, it's wild out here! It's a bit rough when you have no powers like me." Dipper wanted to nitpick the house, very much so, but it was interesting in a messed up way he could go on about forever.Not only that, but he felt assured that the newbie wouldn't freak out when or if anything would ever be revealed about the journal, or rather, Dipper himself. Wylan would be better off knowing what the mysterious entity had dragged him into rather than facing it without prior knowledge. That's what he'd wished for when he first blinked in anyhow. "I told you about what could happen when you blink inside the house, but I haven't told you much about what happens after. Woah, wait!" He paused abruptly, brown eyes lighting up at the other's intriguing words. There was no point in asking about worlds you never got to see but the boy's curiosity got the best of him. "Let me guess, you have to tinker with some advanced technology every day? Maybe help people with forbidden, extraordinary abilities? Oh, lead a rebellion against the government? You'd be surprised how many people are usually involved in the last thing I mentioned." |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Aug 31, 2021 15:17:39 GMT -5
Hook - Living Room
Hook shot an annoyed look back at Asami as she kept in stride with him, throughly peeved that she was disabling him from creating any space between himself and the everyone else, therefore hindering him from sneaking off undetected. He stopped where he was, turning to face the other blinkers with crossed arms and a scowl. While he hadn’t forgotten his last interaction with Orpheus, any lingering mistrust that the poet had towards him could only pitifully compare to what the pirate had already dealt with in the past. He doubted that their prior interaction sat well with the other blinker, but their discomfort was hardly his problem. As for Rue, he’d been vaguely aware of her existence for a while now; so he could assume she was well informed of his reputation. By the look of her, she was disinterested in standing around in the the living room as well.
He exhaled through his nose loudly as Asami kept bothering him. “Yer ugly and stupid, ‘irritating combination for a f[oops]er to bear with” He commented dryly. He said nothing for a couple of seconds before abruptly making an announcement; “I’m doin’ a room.” He grunted to the others, moving forward in the hall’s direction. He knew there was a high probability that the little vermin would follow him if they knew where he was going, but he knew that standing around would be a greater threat to his patience than anything else. He could be well off in a room that kept him busy, so long as the House stayed out of his head.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Aug 31, 2021 18:07:53 GMT -5
Asami | Hallway | ®Hawkpath® ~∂єѕтιиу strider |"'Yer ugly and stupid'!" repeated Asami, amused by his accent and by the turn of phrase she hadn't heard used before. She weaved ahead of Hook, tendrils slithering over the floor and walls octopus-like, and grabbed hold of one of the doorknobs, wrenching it open. The second she did, Orpheus, Rue, Hook, and whoever else was in the immediate vicinity vanished, only to reappear in an empty white room, square on all sides. On the wall was written a single sentence in black, huge and bold so that everyone could see it. Stand out, and you'll be stuck here forever.Blink. The room that appeared in place of the blank room was a dry, corporate-colored office. Desk upon desk upon desk lined the walls and center of the room, creating slightly uneven rows of slightly personalized cubicles, chairs sinking slightly into the musty, too-clean carpet. Sound wise, it was fairly quiet, aside from the slight rustling of paper being shifted, a printer being used in the corner, and a moth that was repeatedly slamming itself against one of the flickering fluorescent lights that lined the ceiling.
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Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Aug 31, 2021 19:11:55 GMT -5
| Victoria | Blender Room | Victoria went back over to the group as they talked. She looked down as the floor started to rumble. Uh oh. It looked like the colorfully labeled group was about to become a fruit smoothie. "WAIT- she pushed it?" Victoria dashed over to the glass again and looked down, only to find that Eliyen had disappeared. So she'd either misunderstood and pushed it before blinking out, or she wasn't going to push it and the House had taken matters into its own hands. "Looks like we gotta jump?!" She barked in alarm. |
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Post by strider on Aug 31, 2021 23:03:06 GMT -5
It appeared that they were doing a room. That was okay. Orpheus hadn’t really had any other plans, and hopefully a room would stop them from thinking about the previous one they had been in with Hook. They wouldn’t have been surprised, however, if Hook managed to make this one unfortunate as well. Orpheus shook the thought away, gaze catching on Rue as she started to slink away. Did she think that nobody would notice? She was small, but she was still a person, and her presence permeated the room as much as anyone else’s did. Orpheus gave her a small smile, then began to follow. They didn’t want to be the only one left in the living room, and it seemed that both Hook and Asami were heading towards the hallway. Even though Hook was insulting Asami… she didn’t seem to notice. Secretly, Orpheus was excited to see how Hook reacted. They were about to say something to Rue when their surroundings suddenly disappeared, then changed, then changed again. Stand out, and you’ll be stuck here forever? That didn’t sound good. Orpheus had never been very good at fitting in. They weren’t’ sure how successful they were going to be now, especially since the place they had appeared was so far divorced from their world that they didn’t even know how to start. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Aug 31, 2021 23:57:35 GMT -5
They wouldn’t leave him. Kelsier looked af Sam for a moment, almost wishing he could ask him to go without them, because it wasn’t safe here, because in the living room the House wouldn’t hurt him. He knew if something happened now…they wouldn’t be able to defend themselves very well. Kelsier had metals, still. He was the most able to fight at the moment. Sam was clearly still suffering the affects of whatever he’d been forced to drink, and Nico…no, neither of them could fight. If something happened, it would be up to Kelsier. At least then, he wouldn’t be helpless. He didn’t mean the thought. He didn’t want anything to happen. He just wished he could make this better, somehow. Instead of having to sit and wait and hope that Nico would recover before anything else was thrown their way. Kelsier was a lot better at fighting than he was at waiting. But right now…waiting was all he could do. He stayed quiet. They’d leave here together. He’d make sure of that. |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 1, 2021 2:27:04 GMT -5
Kelsier and Mare | Switcharoom | striderMare had a good sense of where to find the geodes, but she didn’t expect it to mean much. She knew how rare they were. The chances of anyone continuing to be the one to find them…they weren’t great. She may have survived this long, but every week that went by meant the one she wouldn’t live through was just a little bit closer. She shook her head a little. She didn’t think of it that way, not really. It wasn’t that she was doomed to die eventually. She was, of course, but that was true outside Hathsin. Making it through today didn’t ruin her chances for tomorrow. The longer she made it, the better she was at knowing how. The first weeks were the hardest to survive, because you weren’t used to it, and you didn’t know what you were doing. She glanced up at her name, blinking at the kid. Nico was in more danger than she was, technically. He was new. He was in danger of being killed for something entirely preventable. “Yes?” She asked quietly, feeling into a crevice. Her arms were bleeding, but they usually were. It didn’t matter. Kelsier was pretty sure he’d seen a few of the same monsters several times, now. A couple had come back almost right in front of him. More had ended up further away, but they’d still found him again, and they’d been angry. “You know…” he managed, still fighting them off as best he could. He didn’t want to worry Nico, but he’d heard the fear in his voice when he’d tried staying silent, so that wouldn’t do. He’d just have to sound as normal as he could, even if the air felt like he was trapped under a heavy blanket. “For all their anger at being killed by me…they don’t seem to get that they attacked me first. We would…” He stabbed one, then pulled back to slice at another one. “Be perfectly fine with each other…” He ducked as one sped over his head, aiming for his eyes, probably. “If they would just…” He spun as he heard one behind him, beheading it in one fluid motion. “Calm down.” |
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Sept 1, 2021 13:16:35 GMT -5
Rue glanced at Hook as he spoke, surprised by the insult, even though it wasn’t directed at her. Asami was definitely the least human appearing among them, but if Hook had been coming for any amount of time, he’d know that wasn’t all that unusual. Maybe most of the people she’d met here were either human or looked human, but…she wasn’t surprised to see someone who didn’t. Even more reason to try and slip away, only Orpheus was looking at her. She stopped in place, looking back at them, her wide eyes careful. It wasn’t only that she didn’t expect to be noticed, though that definitely was part of it. It was also that she didn’t really think anyone would care even if they did notice. It didn’t matter a second later, as Asami took hold of the door and the House apparently decided it didn’t want to wait for them all to meander into the room. She caught her breath and backed off a little as they appeared in a new room, which was very plain, with only a warning on the wall, and then one that looked…vaguely like someplace she’d find in the Capitol. Usually, that was what it meant when something was clean. This wasn’t quite over the top enough to be an actual Capitol room, but there was no way anyone in the districts could afford this many computers in one place, so she guessed it wasn’t a place she was meant to recognize. In any case…she didn’t want to be trapped here forever. She didn’t know whether the House would make good on that threat, but it was a lot safer to assume it would for the moment. “Can you look human?” She whispered urgently to Asami, then glanced at Hook. “And could you hide your hook, maybe? I think…we’re supposed to pretend we belong here.” At least Orpheus appeared as human as she did. |
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Post by ~∂єѕтιиу on Sept 1, 2021 15:09:53 GMT -5
hook - living room
The Captain clenched his jaw but said nothing in response to Asami’s reply. He sharply pulled back an extra step as she slithered past him, glaring after her before begrudgingly following. He didn’t bother looking back before ducking into the doorway after the parasite.
Despite his illiteracy, the message made itself clear to the man in its own incomprehensible way. It’s meaning wasn’t difficult to understand, but the environment that followed added an entirely new level of complexity to the room’s demands.
Everything about the scene in front of him was unfamiliar. The space and its decor felt grossly mundane for it to be so foreign to him, and yet in a very House-like way, everything seemed uncomfortably unnatural. He glanced around with a frown, reading the scene for cues of what he was supposed to conform to. It seem hardly suited for his character… He looked towards Asami at the same time as Rue, though he offered no advice to the stranger as he became interested in his own situation. His clothes had changed but his hair was still soaked and - despite his temptation to object - it was probably in his best interest to ditch the distinctive weapon attached to him. “I’m aware,” he muttered harshly in response, following with a quiet spiel of curses as he aggressively twisted the hook free and abandoned it in the nearest trash can as he advanced deeper into the room without waiting for the others.
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Sept 1, 2021 16:43:31 GMT -5
| Loki | Office Room | @ anyone | Loki blinked into the House, appearing in a blank room, white on all sides and with no obvious light source, though they could see just fine. A sign was right in front of them, ominous in it's clarity. Stand out, and you'll be stuck here forever."Oh, come on!" They exclaimed with an eye roll. They hardly had a moment to react after reading the sign. Their flowing green cloak and fancy clothes were transformed into a plain white shirt with a green silk tie and black pants and their surroundings changed instantly. They took in their new setting- a nondescript, bland office setting with various cubicles and the hushed, rhythmic sound of shuffling papers and a printer going chk chk chk. They heard a metallic clunk and looked over, spotting a cluster of people who were not milling around with various pointless tasks but were instead grouped up uncertainly, staring. Ugh. The group was well on their way to standing out. Loki breezed past a few House-created office workers with a polite nod, then grabbed the nearest blinker's arm with a false casualness. "Keep walking- no one else is stopped together like you all are." |
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Post by <Raintalon> on Sept 1, 2021 20:40:05 GMT -5
Asami | Office room | ®Hawkpath® strider ~∂єѕтιиу Cloverleaf |"Yes," said Asami enthusiastically, as the small human spoke, her voice a hushed whisper. She began to shift almost immediately, her tendrils folding elegantly in on themselves, changing shape, color, until finally, they arranged into a perfect, if somewhat slackjawed, approximation of a human head. "I am capable of perfectly imitating the form of a human," she assured Rue. "You do not need to be concerned. I have understanding of the need to not appear as myself." This being said, she meandered over to the nearest cubicle, sat down, and began to inspect the desk, clumsily moving her fingers through the clutter and over the keyboard in a haphazard imitation of typing that more resembled unfocused flailing.
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Bisexual
Iceclaw
You can kill me, but you will never destroy me.
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Post by Iceclaw on Sept 1, 2021 21:05:28 GMT -5
Daud | Office Room | Kinda Loki but whoever
Daud blinked in just in time to watch some Void cursed creature turn itself into something unsettlingly human. His lip curled slightly as he looked away, scanning the surroundings. He had no f[oops]ing idea where he was. He was, however very aware of the fact that his gloves were gone and the Outsider's mark lay stark against the pale skin of the back of his hand. He did not fear the Overseers, but he was in no position to cross them or prying eyes at the moment.
His gaze caught on the sign. Brow creasing, his gaze flickered warily around the strange place, trying to figure out what in the Outsider's name was supposed to count as "passing" here. He wasn't certain, but the long, black haired blinker was right. Standing around like this would only draw attention, especially with the Void creature. Squaring his shoulders, Daud confidently strode over toward what smelled like coffee. He might as well get some if he was going to be stuck here.
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