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Post by Ver Million on Jul 9, 2020 21:04:06 GMT -5
Gray | Living Room | Dipper "U-um, no, it's okay. You didn't scare me...I-I'm sorry if I came across that way..." Gray mumbled, fidgeting. Why couldn't her Teacher be here right now? Even if he could be rather stern, he was better with people than she was. Well, most of the time. Plus, there was the fact she could always hide behind him whenever she was getting too much attention... "Bird cage? Ah, you must mean Add," She nodded sagely, yet horror settled on her expression once more. "U-um, actually! H...he's just a toy...nothing notable."
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Jul 9, 2020 22:41:26 GMT -5
Dipper | Living Room | Gray | Reply 3
Dipper met Gray's gaze albeit less tense if it was ever was before. Grunkle Stan's tourist skills were starting to rub off him, maybe he was coming off too strong at first? Just what could he do now that wasn't on his dialogue guide? " Its my fault I should have realized, uh, scratch that I haven't even said my name yet." Mabel has and always will be the social one but to think that made him fidget uncomfortably. "My name is Dipper Pines, and you just called your toy Add?" Weird, very weird out of context - his sister would name all her stuffed animals but for an adult assuming he gauged her age correctly, was naming her toys was surprising. Having been in the house for sometime had proven surprising was normal, "-I didn't mean to say it in a condescending way!" He raised his hands waving off a horrified grave keeper there was already a line of sweat coming down the side of his face. How obvious he wanted answers but the more questions he asked were returned with more questions in turn. "A ton of people here in the house have like secret stuff with them that they don't want others to notice...maybe I should stop talking?"
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Asexual
Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Jul 9, 2020 23:03:05 GMT -5
Harue | Hunger Games Room | Rue | Reply 1 Wishes came along plentifully as did curses. Twist and coil, twist and coil, the string of words intermingled back in forth in the young girls mind. Her knees were a shade of red and shaking, the remaining blood she had in her system frostily cool. She never liked it cool - never liked many things. From the metal tube with the scary voice to scampering through the lush forest it was impossible to have happened in reality. All she had was the clothes on her back - first and foremost appeared scraped up and ragged. Wandering for however long she did maybe she should have wished to be gone for good. Frankly she should have wished maybe many things in the end. Was this the end? A frail hand that still worked twisted the broken backpack strap from the one she snatched from the black cubby. "Twist and coil." She soundlessly mouthed. Terrible things happened, but they didn't make sense, having seen a grown man do impossible things only to get impossibly killed by girl who was roughly a year older than her. Know and seeing are two different that of which having gone through both she stepped in the girl's somber wake carrying herself light as a father.
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Jul 9, 2020 23:40:58 GMT -5
Steve | Staircase Room | Hook | Starter Living the life as it was intended to be, that's how Steve was going about it hosting parties one after the other. Sweetening the deal was having no parental supervision around but as Nance had lovingly put it 'no parents, big house'. A shame his fun had once again been spoiled. "Hey, did the moon-" No way was it a full moon tonight in Hawkins and there was no way his dad of all people could be bothered to install a light in his backyard. "Wher-wha-what's happening? Am I really goi-" Steve muttered under his breath taking in the ungodly sight of stairs stopping him in mid sentence. He took a step back shocked when he turned his gaze above him to stare at the floating in mid air. Turning and shifting way too fast he could have sworn he was on his last marbles once and for all. All the while when gathering his bearings the platform beneath him shifted gliding towards another set of stairs heading below him in a downward spiral. "Shhhhh!t!" He cursed repulsed at the motion going beneath him, forgetting to plant his feet he slid back forcing him to get a grip on the podium now descending towards hell if he knew it.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 10, 2020 7:11:08 GMT -5
Rue | Hunger Games Room | LarkRue should have known she was being followed. Would have, normally, even though Harue was incredibly good at being stealthy. But this was far from normal, and Rue didn’t bother to check as she should have. Let them come was her thought, because she’d killed someone, and she wouldn’t have minded being killed so much anymore. It was just a game, she reminded herself numbly. Just a stupid House game, with no consequences. He’d be just fine. He’d said so. Why had she believed him, again? If he was right, then she didn’t have anything to worry about, anyway. She would be killed, then she would come back. Maybe she’d even see him again. Maybe…. Maybes were not going to help her right now. She needed food and water. With that in mind, she adjusted her path to head back to the camp Myrnin had made for her, with its shelter, constructed over her head as she slept. It was easier to think about it like that, like it didn’t matter, like she was just reciting facts with no emotion behind them. It was easier to think I killed Myrnin rather than I’m a murderer now. Even though, technically, she’d already done it once before. But that had been clear self defense. So it was different. Right? She hated how confusing it all was.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 10, 2020 17:35:08 GMT -5
Mei | BBQ Room | @ anyone |
Mei blinked into the House, sitting with her knees curled to her chest, staring ahead with a pensive expression. She glanced up a little, realizing she had blinked, and then stood up, folding her arms as she began to take in the scenery.
The room was a huge, grassy backyard, with a small fence lining the perimiter, and woods stretching out beyond that. In one corner of the yard sat a slightly worn sandbox, and in the other, a little wooden playground. A single large tree sat near the house, covering the picnic tables and adjacent chairs with enough shade that the afternoon heat wasn't so extreme. On one side of the patio near the house, tables were stretched out and piled with food and drink of all types - some would be recognizable to each House member, but not all. Off to one side, there was a small pool, round and with high walls so you had to use a ladder to climb in.
On the patio itself sat a grill, which was closed and cold, although beside it there was a bag of charcoal and a small lighter, clearly intended to be used together. The inside of the house was dimly lit, and the screen door sat propped open slightly, revealing a cool, comfortable living room and a small kitchen with additional desserts sprawled on the counter.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 10, 2020 18:12:40 GMT -5
Rue | BBQ Room | anyone Rue blinked in, running as faster than seemed possible for her size. Her eyes were bright with determination and sharp with fear, and in one hand was clutched a small black bag, flapping wildly at her side. As she appeared, she lost her footing and fell, sprawling out on the soft grass and rolling over and over until she came to a stop near the playground. She scrambled to her feet, breathing hard, ready to keep running, then froze when she saw where she was. “Thank you.” She muttered, dropping the bag at her feet. Shudders clutched at her body, but she didn’t fall. Instead she glanced around, noting her new surroundings. It was...nice. There was food, plenty of food on the tables, and nearby there was some kind of training structure, built out of wood and including a weird slide thing. There was a nice house, too, and more food inside, out of the warm sun. She let herself collapse on the cool grass. If this was the House’s way to say it was sorry, she would take it. Assuming nothing bad happened, anyway. If it did...well. She’d deal with that if it came to it. Until then, she was going to let this be as nice as it looked.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 10, 2020 18:14:31 GMT -5
L | BBQ Room | anyone L blinked in, a piece of paper pinched between his fingers, so it dangled inches from his face. He looked up as the ground under his feet changed from a hard floor to soft grass. He glanced around, taking in the change in his surroundings, and noting the girl standing nearby. She looked like she knew where she was, though, so he thought it was probably fine to leave her be for the moment. It was a nice place. It was soft, and the sun rained golden warmth down on tables and grill, then gentle breeze and the trees making it so it wasn’t too hot. Even he wasn’t likely to burn in this weather. He carefully folded up the paper and put it away in his pocket, then raised a hand, hesitantly greeting the girl. She wasn’t new, but that didn’t mean he had to be rude. “Hello.” He said, then lowered his hand and looked at the tables. He didn’t really have anything else to say, though, and put his hand down, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 10, 2020 18:24:59 GMT -5
Myrnin | HG Viewing Room | Stri and Hawk Even though Myrnin knew that Kelsier was right, he didn't believe it enough to really think about it. Even if the death wasn't permanent, than it was still damaging. Dying ... It wasn't something that he could get used to. Dying was losing yourself. But he waited for Nico. And then he was here. Myrnin turned almost at once in his direction, then stopped when he saw how bad Nico was. He paused, not approaching. He also reached out and tapped Kelsier on the shoulder to indicate who had arrived. But at the same time the vampire angled himself in case Kelsier was going to try and run over. "Give him a moment," he muttered, just to be sure that Kelsier had seen. He glanced back at Nico, only to see that Sam didn't have the same restraint Myrnin had. Myrnin shook his head, a bit at a loss for that, but looked back at Kelsier. "Any ideas?" he asked the other. It didn't seem likely that Nico would be ready for a wave of visitors so early on. Then, "Is your hand okay?" He looked at the screen, only to see that it seemed to be repairing itself. He wondered if that was what the room was supposed to do or if it was just the same principle as the House's walls. "No," said Sam softly. He stood straighter, as if somehow the extra height would offer him the ability to see over the heads of the other blinkers. He could see the screen that had been broken and knew who's it was. "No," he said softly again. He waited for Nico as well, but his posture was far stiffer than Myrnin's. Like Myrnin, he noticed when Nico appeared. But he couldn't stay in one place, didn't think to. Instead he almost at once broke away from Orpheus and L and headed for Nico's corner. He was slower to approach than he could be, but it was still pretty fast. As soon as he got there, he - either on purpose or otherwise - ended up blocking out a bit of the light. There was still room for Nico. Sam hadn't blocked him in. But whether that was also on purpose was another guess. "Are you okay?" he asked softly. "Can I ... can I get you anything?" He couldn't help looking Nico over for injuries. But there didn't appear to be any.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 10, 2020 18:43:25 GMT -5
Myrnin | BBQ Room | whoever
It took a second for the vampire to really get his head around the fact he'd blinked into the House. When he did, he had to tilt his large straw hat away from his eyes. Hum. Sunny. "What's up?" he asked, looking around. He wasn't sure if he knew anyone here.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 10, 2020 18:48:52 GMT -5
Solaris | BBQ Room | @ anyone"Hey, f(oops)heads! Over here!" A girl blinked into the House near the back fence, her eyes as wild as her hair as she leapt forward, brandishing a sharp knife. She swung violently downward, and stumbled, knife swishing harmlessly through the air instead of reaching her target. "Sh(oops) - " she hissed, skidding on the grass to a dead halt, knife still held defensively out in front of her, expecting to hear the Infected she'd been hunting right on top of her at any second. But nothing happened... "Where'd you go..." she mumbled to herself, crouching low to the ground as she listened carefully, trying to pick out any incriminating sounds. Mei | BBQ Room | ®Hawkpath® mostlyMei glanced up at the person who had spoken to her, and for a moment, she just stared, visible eye wide and expressionless as she formed a basic opinion of him. Bad posture. Weird clothes. Weird adult. "Hello," she replied formally, her voice low. "Who are you?"
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jul 10, 2020 18:49:00 GMT -5
Orpheus | BBQ Room | anyone “La la la la la…” Orpheus’ soft song drifted off into the distance as the heat from a warm fire turned into the much less concentrated heat of a warm day with a cool breeze. It was summer, no doubt, but a softer summer than Orpheus was used to. Though his surroundings were unfamiliar, he’d come to learn enough about the House to know that was where he was. He shifted his guitar to his back, standing up so he could see who else had blinked in. He recognized L, and he was fairly certain he’d seen one of the girls before, but one of them was a stranger. What really caught his eye, though, was the table full of food. Winter was harsh – there was scarcely any food to be found. He definitely wasn’t used to such abundance. He didn’t dare approach it yet, instead deciding to hang back to see what the more experienced blinkers made of the room. If they thought it was safe, perhaps he would try it. For now, though, he was content to watch the room unfolded before him, and soak in the sunlight that drifted through the many leaves of the trees. He could stare at the branches above him for hours, if given the chance. The sunlight made some of the leaves gleam silver, and Orpheus almost sent a ‘thank you’ up to Apollo before remembering his gods probably didn’t exist in the House.
Will | BBQ Room | anyone Will squinted against the sudden bright light. It was dark in his world, though he supposed that made sense since it was still night. He wondered if the world would still be so dark come daylight. The thought sent a pang of fear down his spine that he chose to ignore in favor of seeing the room around him. It smelled fantastic, just like the barbecues he’d been invited to at the Wheeler’s house, or when Jonathan had tried to learn how to barbeque the summer before. He was great at breakfast, but barbecue definitely hadn’t been his specialty. A smile erupted across Will’s face and he ran forward, taking in everything there was to take in. He didn’t recognize some of the food at the table, but that was okay. He hadn’t recognized some of the food in the Lodge a few hours before either, but that hadn’t stopped some of the blinkers from eating it anyway. Surely it was all edible. Looking up, he realized he recognized Mei and sent her a small smile and a friendly wave. This seemed like a nice room. He hoped the House let it stay that way.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 10, 2020 19:01:36 GMT -5
L | BBQ Room | <Raintalon> mostly, but anyone can jump in L approached the table with the food, and casually took a plate, loading it up with every sweet he could find. If he thought it might be poisoned, he didn’t give any indication of it. Then he headed over to Mei, dark eyes alert and watchful as he studied her. “So, you aren’t new here. I haven’t seen you before though, suggesting you aren’t as experienced as I am. Or it could just be chance, there are a lot of blinkers.” He noticed there were more people blinking in. It seemed that this was going to be a busy room. He picked up a piece of cake with his fingers and took a thoughtful bite, then tilted his head at her. “So. What’s your name?” (Short whoops )
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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 Jul 10, 2020 19:02:06 GMT -5
| Loki | BBQ Room | @ Everyone |
Loki blinked into the House on the top rung of the pool ladder, balancing precariously. It was only thanks to their superhuman grace that they didn't get a dunking. After a brief moment of steadying their balance (some might call it flailing but it was not flailing- it was strategic balance regaining, thank you very much), they descended from the ladder, taking in the sight of the room as they approached the shade of the large tree overlooking the patio area. The setting was quaint, with quite an array of food on the tables, some familiar, some not.
They took off their golden helmet and set it on one of the tables. Sure, they liked to be fancy but there was such thing as too much. They didn't recognize either of the girls there, nor the detective with the paper, but they did recognize the wild-eyed vampire whom they had met before. A sudden whoosh of air caught their attention, and a cussing kid wielding a knife blinked in. She seemed interesting, at least. And with a musician and a kid added to the mix, it looked like the house had planned quite a party.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jul 10, 2020 19:09:36 GMT -5
Apparently, in whatever strange reality the spirit world was, there were spirits who hadn’t heard of the Fire Nation. Which was weird, considering Zuko thought the Fire Nation had existed pretty much since the beginning of civilization. Either way, it wasn’t going to earn him much respect here. Not that his title earned him much respect back home either, but that was something he didn’t really want to think about at the moment. Looking at the smoldering wallpaper, Zuko had to admit that it was entirely his fault. His mother would have shaken her head in disappointment and asked him politely to bring a bucket of water to put it out, but Ursa wasn’t here anymore. Unless this was the spirit world, in which case she might have been, but Zuko didn’t even know that for certain. He just knew he was frustrated. “It wasn’t like there was a wall there five minutes ago!” He retorted. “If there was, I wouldn’t have set it on fire! Besides, what kind of building doesn’t have fireproof walls if there are firebenders around?!” It took all of his self-control not to send another burst of flames into the open air. With such a small room, there was too much of a chance he’d hit either Lucy Gray or her sister. He took a deep breath. “I take it neither of you happen to be a waterbender?”
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Jul 10, 2020 19:47:46 GMT -5
Steve | BBQ Room | Will, open for others
A laugh, it was all he could ever have wanted from his numerous friends. Their joy boosted his own joy no matter how corny that sounded out loud. Right, the greatest pool party of the century was totally happening in his backyard, he couldn't poke at it any longer. Steve cracked a smile his hands grabbing onto the shoulders of his newest crush but it was different this time around. Nancy was out of the picture, so was her shy friend and his own gaggle of goons who off having their own fun even if they were a bit cruel. The teen tensed his shoulder eyes glancing around him at the menagerie growing around him.
Internally he groaned at the idea of being in a weird place that could have killed him twice, strange government agents and pirates included. Having a positive mentality like that he willed himself to not stare at the odd folks that you wouldn't see at the local supermarket. Well, the girl with a shank was a new one, that's for sure but the smell was making him a bit hungry. Frozen meals left in the fridge were tasteless but a burger or two would be great right about now! Walking ever so casually he strolled to a small cooler where the food stash had been piled up picking up two cokes. The drink from earlier made him actually want a soda, even if its mystery soda from a mystery party.
Bereft of any common sense he held the two cold cans before turning his elbow bumping into another. "Hey, didn't see you there - Byers?" Okay, something was going on whoever was standing in as Will was an exact replica as far as he knew. Whenever the Byers family were brought up by his dearly loving folks it wasn't all sunshine and rainbows. Clearly by the stunned expression on his face could tell a story of its own, a stone cold grip on both cans.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jul 10, 2020 19:59:21 GMT -5
Will | BBQ Room | Lark but anyone can hop in! Will quickly filled his plate with a burger and a hot dog, then grabbed a handful of Ruffles as a second thought. They were good, and he needed something good right about now. He’d eaten a few hours before, but the pizza he’d shared with his friends felt a lot more like a distant memory. He was about to reach for the ketchup to load his burger with when he heard his name and spun around. The boy’s eyes widened in momentary panic as he recognized the guy who had said it. Jonathan wasn’t scared of anyone but he didn’t like Steve Harrington very much. In fact, the only person Will knew who did was Nancy Wheeler and he didn’t think very much of her taste anyway. She was nice, but she was too girly. And she always got annoyed with Mike and the rest of them, especially Dustin. “Steve Harrington?” He asked, as though it wasn’t perfectly obvious. Seeing anyone from his world was… a shock. Of course, he couldn’t be sure it was the Steve from his world, or even from his exact time. Still, the relief of seeing someone alive from his world far outweighed the fact that it happened to be Steve. At least it ruled out the theory that everyone in his world had just died and it was only Will left alive and trying to survive. That didn’t mean he was going to trust – or like – Steve. “How…” no, that wasn’t a productive question. And the question he really wanted to ask (why you?) wasn’t exactly polite. “I suppose someone’s already told you about the House?”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 10, 2020 20:00:50 GMT -5
Mei | BBQ Room | ®Hawkpath® and anyone |Mei's eyes narrowed as the strange man headed towards her, and promptly began picking her apart. She didn't know what it was, exactly, but this man unsettled her. "I don't like being dissected," she said simply, her tone a slight bit colder than before. She blinked, pleasantly surprised, as she spotted Will, and raised her hand a little, offering him a small wave before watching him be approached by yet another adult. Sol | BBQ Room | Mostly Cloverleaf Sol heard someone fall onto the grass with a muffled thump, and froze, then slipped behind the nearest bit of cover she could find - in this case, the trunk of a tree. She crouched down low, listening closely as the person moved closer to her hiding spot. Footstep...footstep...footstep...and then they stopped, practically right on top of her hiding place. That would work. In one swift movement, she flipped open her knife and swung around the tree, plunging her knife sharply upwards once, then twice, then three times, hoping she'd hit her target.
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Jul 10, 2020 20:32:54 GMT -5
Steve | BBQ Room | Will, open for anyone!
Who else would be here? To his knowledge seeing a stand up guy like himself was a sense of a relief no matter the situation. While his face said it all that it was a chance encounter ; Will Byers, brother to the one and only snobby, stuck up Jonathan Byers. He couldn't see himself going anywhere near the arts, particularly acting. It was harmful for his self image if he went anywhere close to band players and theater kids most of all. "Yeah its me." No harm in letting the kid believe whatever he wants though it was more attention he could ever receive by all means. Whoever was raising this kid wasn't feeding him, the teen threw a glance at the other's plate merely handing Will a cold soda can. Hearing from Carol hadn't made him believe the rumors but there was maybe a silver of the truth in them if his eyes haven't lied to him yet. Being well respected has some ups and downs that knowing a small, backwater town like Hawkins had its own gossip. It wasn't that lively as other would want to believe it was. Hosting more parties then he could remember Steve gave Will a plain old shrug. "You could say that, because a guy in a weird pirate outfit told me something about a house? It brings people in or something like that." Coming forward about these ridiculous trips to dreamland would ruin him and his family, his closest friends would flee at the first sign of trouble. That's what friends were for, right? Realizing a terrible thought his appetite had gone down a notch. "Why? Are you in on all of this, man?" The last thing he needed was to be dragged into some weird sh^t.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Jul 10, 2020 20:38:36 GMT -5
Myrnin | BBQ Room | anyone
Myrnin crossed both of his arms in front of him, looking around in surprise as more people appeared. He only recognized Loki, honestly, but he didn't approach them yet. He was content to stay near the edge of the pool, looking a bit like an loitering beach surfer who didn't have a surf board to make up for the look. It might have been the straw hat. The sunlight wasn't too bad at least. He was an old thing. "Is this the thing where you fry long dead cows and then eat them chard and smokey? Because gross," he commented loudly. Maybe he wanted attention.
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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 Jul 10, 2020 21:24:20 GMT -5
| Loki | BBQ Room | Stabbed by Sol | Loki was trying to figure out what, exactly, Myrnin's intentions were when somebody stabbed them in the arm. The switchblade grazed their metallic bracer and found its way to their forearm. They pulled back instantly, summoning a blade as their assailant stabbed twice more- not adjusting for the way they'd moved. Slow reflexes then, or... Loki grabbed at her knife hand, aiming to pull her forwards and past them onto the ground with her momentum and/or- they had hazarded in the moment- her inability to judge where they were.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jul 10, 2020 21:41:24 GMT -5
Will | BBQ Room | Lark but again anyone! Will frowned, looking up at Steve. He didn’t quite understand why he was being offered a soda, but he wasn’t about to say no. Even if it was House soda from a guy he didn’t particularly like or trust. After all, Steve had been nothing but awful to Jonathan, and Will knew better than anyone else that Jonathan had a tendency of hiding the worst of what he went through so neither Joyce nor Will were worried. Silently, he took the soda and set down his plate so he could open it. It tasted wonderful, and he had to close his eyes for a moment to appreciate it. He hadn’t had anything to drink in hours, and he didn’t know if he trusted the water in this weird not-home he’d found himself in. “Thanks,” he managed, though he wasn’t sure whether or not to be genuine. He aired on the side of genuine just in case. Bullies would be bullies no matter what you did, but you didn’t have to lose the manners your mother taught you just because you were trying to one up them. He knew he could never one up Steve. He was nervous about when the name-calling would start. He’d been referred to as ‘The Freak’s Brother’ before. That didn’t bother him as much because he knew Jonathan wasn’t a freak. It wasn’t true. Some of the other names he’d been called had a little bit more truth behind them, and he didn’t really want them brought into the House. The House, in some strange way, was sanctuary. “You met Hook?” Will questioned, making a face. “He’s unpleasant.” He had stronger words for Hook, but he kept them to himself for now. “I didn’t bring you here, if that’s what you’re asking. If I got to choose anyone to come here too, it’d be Mike. I’ve just been coming here since… well, last night. I thought it had something to do with…” he trailed off, realizing that telling Steve he’d been teleported to another dimension was probably not the best way to avoid any bullying.
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strider
No mourners, no funerals
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Post by strider on Jul 10, 2020 21:51:57 GMT -5
Nico pushed off again, daring himself to go just a little bit faster every time around the loop, never once taking his eye of Kelsier. He could have. He knew what Kelsier’s life felt like, if he was going to get too close, but he still felt more comfortable knowing exactly where Kelsier was. After all, Kelsier didn’t necessarily have to get close to cause damage. Nico felt a twinge of disappointment that this room had stripped them of their powers. His curiosity about Kelsier’s was almost maddening, because he’d only see him at full power for a few moments. He had a feeling he had barely seen anything the man could do. If he knew the promises Kelsier made to himself, he might have been more inclined to trust him. He might have put aside their differences far more quickly, and trusted Kelsier over the House. He had done that before. The friend he had were the ones he trusted in spite of the house, not because of it. Kelsier could become that, if he let him. He might have already if they’d shared their thoughts with each other. But too many of Nico’s thoughts had been wrenched out of him in front of this man. He wasn’t inclined to share any of the ones he had the option to keep secret, unless the urge befell him. Slowly but surely, he was letting Kelsier in. He knew that. He just wasn’t so sure yet if it was a good idea. Nico wanted to ask how it had changed, but he didn’t want to drown Kelsier in a barrage of questions. One or two ought to do it before Kelsier learned that Nico could be just as obnoxious as Kelsier himself. “I can’t imagine snow mixed with ash,” he admitted, frowning. “I can imagine it might look a lot like snow mixed with dirt, which we get a lot of because people have to drive through it.” There was a reason Nico avoided New York roads in the winter. They were absolutely disgusting, with half-slush half-dirt and refuse piled up by street corners. Fortunately, it tended to melt pretty quickly because of the traffic. Still, Nico tended to avoid it. “How do you know about the flowers, then?” Maybe it was an insensitive question, but he had to ask. “If you don’t know how the ash happened, then how do you know about the flowers?” It wasn’t meant to be an accusation, and his tone was layered with more curiosity than distrust, but he still had a bad habit of rubbing people the wrong way with his incessant questions. He paused, skating to the edge of the rink and stopping there, just a few feet away from the exit. He was more winded than he cared to admit, and his cheeks were red with the cold – and with joy, though he would never admit it. “You’d have to be a hell of a lot more irritating for me to pass up hot chocolate,” he retorted, grinning. “If you’re ready…?” He didn’t want to tear Kelsier away from the ice if he was still enjoying himself. After all, Nico could theoretically go ice skating every winter if he had a free afternoon. Kelsier might never be able to do it again. Then again, there was the knowledge that they could blink out at any moment. Nico wasn’t sure he wanted to risk that, and if Kelsier was willing to go get hot chocolate now, Nico wasn’t going to pass that up. He was already off the ice and taking off his skates before Kelsier could respond. “Don’t worry,” he added, leaning back so he could see Kelsier through the entrance to the rink, “If you don’t want to stop skating, I can bring some to you!” He meant it – he would be willing to bring Kelsier hot chocolate so he could keep skating. It wouldn’t be the same as sitting down at the table for it together, but did it matter? Were they the sort of people that could sit down to share a warm drink? Nico didn’t know.
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Lark
Hello, its just, me, and 1567396558397583479 larks
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Post by Lark on Jul 10, 2020 23:21:23 GMT -5
Steve | BBQ Room | Will, open for anyone!
There lingered a inkling of doubt in the crevices of Steve's distant mind of what was actually going on. A part of him desired to believe what Will and the rest of the weirdos had been saying to turn out true, that the house was a legitimate place that kept dragging him back. It's like it wanted him off and on the bench every other minute - it made him groan he was buying into this crap. The other part of him wanted believe it was all a mean spirited prank just because he didn't follow through with the plan his friends cooked up on the way to his house. It would be easy they said, it would be fun, they said like always. He discouraged whatever theyd cook up in the end it was off putting. Its not like he could deny Nancy Wheeler of all people to bring in a +1 even if the honored quest in question was a snore at best. If word got out of the party it just be another slap on the wrist from his parents, no big deal. On the other hand Nancy was different, smart and she cared about others which frankly can't be said for many of his peers.
"Yeah, don't mention it." At this time he would have rolled his eyes, nod his head, and talk to another party guest right after that. Instead, he continued the painfully awkward situation now accompanied with atrocious guests. Steve couldn't have been more bothered at the strange man's nonsensical yelling or the multiple thuds coming from the shaded tree. He shouldered through the slight change of topic cluing in on just who this odd kid really was. "No kidding, a guy decked out in leather and heavy mascara. Can you imagine?" He chided idly finally cracking open a cold one.
While he loved to chat the sudden drop in byers words lured him into further pressing. "Hey, hey, its cool. You don't have any of your friends around right now." Yeah, surrounded by all these freaks, it made sense the brother of one could have fit right in. "I can't blame you for wanting...mike around. Nance tells me you two are basically best friends." He sloshed around the coke, specks of ice falling to the ground. Nancy was never the one to be a family oriented person surprisingly. He could practically count the time she's ever mentioned her younger brother on both of his hands, even when you included her other sister, Holly. She would complain often at times their playdates would ruin her concetration, studying for her lates AP bio tests. "Maybe you should finish that sentence." His brows furrowed taking a long sip after speakin.Another point of interest but it was a bit rude to leave a sentence hanging, it seemed far kinder to hear the other out than shut him down if his dad had taught him anything.
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Post by HᥲꙆƒꙆɩɠᖾt on Jul 10, 2020 23:46:47 GMT -5
"Absolutely mind boggling." Sandalphon said with a simple shake of his head as the girl, finally revealing a name for herself as Ellie, strode away. He let out a sigh of bewilderment, closing his eyes while he voiced his thoughts out loud. "What it must be like, to see the world through the lens of mortal children. Able to be completely unfazed by the prospect of potential danger, while also excited by it." Childhood itself was an alien concept to Primal Beasts. They were brought into existence exactly as they were, and what one was like on the day of it's creation is how it would still be a thousand years later. While they did have the ability to alter their physical forms at will, age had no real meaning to them. The Primarch returned to attention when he felt the other human pass him by as well, his red irised gaze watching him go. Now alone, Sandalphon hesitated and lingered behind, realization suddenly dawning on his face as something momentarily forgotten about returned to his mind. He peered at the remains of precious cargo littering the floor, bitter regret about abandoning it all still fresh in his chest. Searching over the scene, a certain batch not too far away caught his eye, causing him to quickly disappear back into the living room with a quiet curse. Those were specially ordered from that tree. His tree. No matter what nonsense this place threw his way, he wasn't leaving them behind. "Sandalphon." Came the Primarch's own introduction, he himself emerging from the living room doorway right after with a small, plane package resting protectively in the crook of his left arm. The hallway was just another oddity to him at this point, so it didn't quite awe him like it did Ellie and Steve. Instead, he opted to casually walk over and lean back against the nearest part of wall that wasn't a door, keeping quiet watch over the other two blinkers until they decided on their next course of action. In the meantime, "I can't speak for the other member of our group, but that's right. I'm not." He confirmed Steve's suspicions on his end, taking it up as an opportunity to strike up a conversation, figuring that might perhaps help the other's nerves, since he seemed the most worked up at the moment. "'Hawkins' was it? Is that somewhere in Phantagrande?"
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 11, 2020 7:39:52 GMT -5
“Oh. My apologies.” L said, sincerely apologetic. “I’m a detective in my world. It’s my job to dissect people there whether they want me to or not, usually the latter. It just sort of happens sometimes in the House, even though I’m not supposed to annoy people here.” He sounded like he’d heard someone say that last part before and decided to repeat it. He glanced at Mei, still eating his cake, and offered her the plate. “Would you like some? There’s plenty.” She didn’t like being dissected. Was that because she had been before, or because she wasn’t used to it? It was habit to learn all he could about people, and he wasn’t likely to break that habit anytime soon.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 11, 2020 7:55:02 GMT -5
Mei | BBQ Room | ®Hawkpath® | Alright, so maybe he wasn’t all bad, decided Mei, as the man opted to apologize instead of pushing on. He was still strange, though...but then again, wasn’t she? Or so she’d always been told. “Do you trust the food here?” she asked, instead of taking the cake. Sol | BBQ Room | Cloverleaf | Sol may not have been able to see her opponent’s movement, but she had a lot of practice with moving targets. As soon as her second stabbing missed, she hurtled herself to the side and around, grabbing Loki’s leg to swing herself behind him. Then, she jumped, grasping at their back to try and climb up towards their throat.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 11, 2020 8:02:38 GMT -5
Trying to keep the peace was proving harder by the second, but Lucy Gray wasn’t going to give up. After all, she was very aware of what losing that peace could mean, especially with someone who could somehow produce fire. She still hadn’t figured that one out, and from the looks of things, she wasn’t going to have time to think about it for a while. She glanced at the strange girl, who had at least gone along with pretending to be her sister. Or at least hadn’t contradicted the statement. That was good. That gave them options, which they badly needed. “I know that.” She said, raising her hands in a pacifying gesture. “But the fact of the matter is that the wall is on fire, and none of us are doing anything about it. I’m not trying to throw blame around. I just think that we need to stop it before it spreads.” She glanced at the blind girl again. The best case scenario was to get everyone out of here safely, or at least to put the fire out so that was no longer a threat. But she didn’t quite dare turn her back on Zuko. What if he attacked one of them? She needed to be able to see it coming. “Waterbender?” She repeated the unfamiliar word, and for just a second her confusion showed through her pleasant mask, before she quelled it and returned to playing along. “I’m afraid not, no. That would be lucky though, wouldn’t it?” She laughed lightly, then grabbed a couple pillows off the couch and handed one to Zuko. “Here. We can use these to smash it out.” There, now she wouldn’t have her back to Zuko. As for the other girl, well…”sis, come give us a hand?”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Jul 11, 2020 8:13:53 GMT -5
“No.” L said simply, as though he hadn’t just finished his piece of cake. “I think the House doesn’t have to rely on food to poison us if it wants to. If I thought that was the only way for the House to affect us, then I wouldn’t eat anything it offered, because obviously it would use that to its advantage.” He raised a finger. “However, since the House has proven that it can get inside of all our heads whenever and however it chooses, it just doesn’t make sense to bother avoiding the food. That would be like locking your window at night when you don’t have any walls besides the one. The thief can simply walk inside, avoiding the window altogether.” He chose a cookie off the plate and took a bite, speaking around it. “That’s why I’m eating the food. Not because I trust the House. The exact opposite, in fact.”
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Post by <Raintalon> on Jul 11, 2020 10:50:54 GMT -5
Mei | BBQ Room | ®Hawkpath® | Mei watched L talk, disdainful of his attempts to dissect the House. “You’re applying logic to an entity that isn’t logical,” she said, finding, to her surprise, that she was enjoying this conversation. “Maybe it just wants to feed us poison and watch us die, then wake us up back in the living room.” L was wrong, and normally, she didn’t care if people were wrong, but she was better at this kind of thing than she was at small talk, which was clearly the purpose of this room.
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