~ ᴛʜᴇ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ʜᴏᴜꜱᴇ ~ a paradox house side rp

- Hera
- Audio drama | Wolf 359
- Currently from somewhere around the events of Pan Pan
- we all know the drill
- <Raintalon>

- Mr. Gray
- The Raven Cycle, book series
- From directly after the series ends
- Doesn't exist
- ®Hawkpath® (@/hawkpath)

Loki
Variant version from the show
Genderfluid, uses they/them or a mix of pronouns
Has magic abilities/illusions

Mr. Gray | Living Room | Anyone

Mr. Gray was not personally on the phone, but he held it pinned between his ear and shoulder anyway, since his hands were busy with the steering wheel of a car and the people he was eavesdropping on were the talkative sort.
It wasn’t strictly necessary to break into their line, but it was easier, and it had only taken a very simple hacking job he was still proud of himself for managing. He had never used a phone like this before, and it had sounded hard when he’d looked up how, though in the end it really hadn’t been very complicated. He’d made a mental note to update his own security.
He also wouldn’t have had a second try. These were not forgiving people.
The very first thing he noticed, before he registered that the voices had stopped, was that his music had vanished, cut off mid verse.
The second thing he noticed was that he was no longer in his car.
He lowered his hands slowly, eyeing the room he was now in. He was sitting on a beanbag chair, near a bookshelf, and though he didn’t feel, physically, like he’d been attacked, he felt, mentally, like he probably had been.
“I will have to call you back,” he told the nonexistent other side of the phone. He was going to say something else, too, but in the end he just lowered it, expression wry as he realized it was dead. That seemed…awfully convenient.
A quick search told him he was unarmed, too, except for the knife he kept tucked in one boot. That seemed even more convenient.

"U-uum - hello?"

Hera's voice broke into the standoff between the two humans, loud and slightly grating against the tense atmosphere. She paused, startled, as she realized her test had worked, and she was once again able to speak. She was pretty sure, anyway. It seemed like she was able to speak - that was the code for her voice, right? Everything looked so different.

"Woah, okay. Back online. Ha ha, cool. Hey, you guys. Can you hear me?"

Vincent blinked in, squinting his eyes at the rapid change of light. He rubbed at his face with an annoyed sigh, running his fingers through his hair once he’d regained his composure. Feeling irritated, but not beaten, he analyzed the others with a lifted chin; noting the two strangers and the weird, disembodied voice (which earned an intrigued head tilt).

All parties seemed a bit…confused. He looked around sheepishly, waiting for someone else to arrive who could better explain things, then put his hands in his pockets and continued watching wordlessly. As to avoid attention, he wore his curiosity on his face, lazily disguised as another confused newbie.

Hera | Living room | the plot begins|

Alright, well at least her voice was working. It was good to know something was working - everything was so mixed up it was hard to tell if she was running her code correctly and to the right places. At the very least, she didn't seem to be controlling this station - which was weird, because if she wasn't who was? And where was this?

"Wait...you guys don't know where we are either?" she asked, Adora's threat barely registering past this new piece of information. Anyway, it wasn't like she could hurt her. "None of you? Oh, I'm - " she paused, thinking. "I'm...I was... the station's AI unit. So I'm here, I'm just...not right next to you. I'm in the walls. I think. That part's still not super clear."

Vincent remained silent as the other’s discussed, glancing back and forth between speakers as he tried to assess each personality. It was fascinating watching how strangers conversed in a situation that was new to them - especially when they had no one to guide them in the right direction. He’d always been curious how the first blinkers ever had addressed their situation, and how many times the House had reset before the existence of any of the blinkers he knew today.

His eyes narrowed as Hera continued, looking to one of the walls curiously. “In the walls?” He repeated, genuinely interested in this blinker. “Can you see us?” He then raised up his hands innocently as Adora threatened him, though he let the other stanger speak for both of them.

Mr. Gray | Living Room

Mr. Gray turned sharply as color and movement caught his eye, but it was only someone else appearing, this time a boy younger than the others. He looked like a kid, which made this entire ordeal seem…
More urgent? Less friendly? He didn’t know. He just knew that even terrible people had to be a certain brand of terrible to involve kids. Even he wasn’t a kidnapper, and he couldn’t usually say he had the moral high ground.
He didn’t reply to Adora. She was right, though…how many people were going to appear here? No one so far even knew where here was. Or if they had, they weren’t interested in sharing.
The most important thing wasn’t understanding, though. The most important thing was doing what he could with what he already knew, and figuring out the rest later.
He kept an eye on the others, but he gave the room a quick scan, too. He couldn’t tell much - it seemed older, maybe, though that could have just been the carpet - and wooden, and under other circumstances, he would have liked it.
And then, abruptly, the lights went out.
Mr. Gray drew his knife in an instant, but he kept it safely pointed down, in case anyone he didn’t want to stab crashed into him. It was only a second, but it was enough that when they came back on, he looked far more dangerous than he’d been before. It wasn’t that he looked intentionally threatening. It was more that he definitely knew how to hold a knife, and his expression said he would.

Vincent | Living Room | @/everyone

Vince stepped back a few paces, raising his eyebrows as the others continued loudly talking over each other, not making any progress as to what was going on. He kept his hands in his pockets, expressionless as he looked between the newbies. It wasn’t until the lights went off that his interest in the situation returned.

His figure had backed against one of the walls in the darkness, cautious of the panic that could ensue, though he was now intently staring at the ceiling. “How did you do that?” He asked, looking around the living room with a mystified look. Surely the House wouldn't blink in something more powerful than itself… but he’d never seen a blinker interact with it in such a way.

Mr. Gray | Living Room

Unsurprisingly, it seemed people were beginning to panic.
No one attacked, though, and he caught the warning look the blonde girl gave him. He tucked the knife away again. Weapons were just going to make everyone panic a lot faster, and he probably would be fine without it.
It seemed the invisible girl had turned the lights off, though. He glanced around, but he couldn’t see a switch…that wasn’t too surprising. As far as he could tell, she didn’t have a body, anyway.
He kept quiet. Enough people were talking that he could learn more just by paying attention to them, and it was easier to listen to them this way, too. The blonde girl had a point about the invisible girl and her control, but at the same time, none of this made sense, so he didn’t feel comfortable jumping to conclusions.
He glanced at the ginger kid - he seemed friendly so far, which didn’t mean much - and then the blond man, who was interestingly not panicking so far.

| Variant Loki | Living Room |

Someone blinked into the Little House, skidding across the old carpet and landing on their back, staring up at the dingy ceiling for a moment, getting their bearings. Apparently sudden interdimensional travel was a bit disorienting. But if the opportunity to seize the tesseract and escape arose, Loki was certainly going to take it. Tesseract. Tesseract- where was it? It wasn't in their hands. They scrabbled around for it briefly, but it was clear that it had vanished. And they had no idea where it was, or where they were. Don't panic. Don't let others know you're looking for it.

"Where did it spit me out?" They murmured to themself, sitting up. They took stock of the others in the room. A girl in a uniform, looking like a soldier. A boy, looking decidedly not like a soldier. And two other adults, one holding a knife. That, at least, was familiar enough to Loki.