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spiteforthecamera) wrote2019-11-02 06:25 pm
spiteforthecamera) wrote2019-11-02 06:25 pm
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[ Crawling through the vents, you'll find it the air to be heavy; something resounds at the very base, something that must be underneath the Game Tower, but you're not certain exactly what it could be - still, the lubdub, lubdub of it all sounds strangely like it could be a heartbeat.
The building trembles, just as you crawl over a vent: conveniently, it opens, and you find yourself falling into a dimly lit room, with nothing to cushion your fall. It's not a particularly tall room, but with how small you are, that's going to hurt pretty bad. There is a large plasma screen that goes wall to wall hooked to the farthest end from them - aside from that, the room is empty, despite the lubdub rhythmic thrum of electricity. The room is perhaps surprisingly warm.
On the big screen, a young woman sits in a completely different room: it looks like a quaint, wooden floored bedroom, with the walls painted a pleasant pastel pink and stuffed animals on the bed. The young woman sits daintily on a wooden chair with a teddy bear on her lap; when she opens her mouth, her words betray her otherwise pleasantly girlish voice: ]
Can a girl do fucking anything around here without someone trying to break in!? What the everloving fuck do you want, shitheads.
The building trembles, just as you crawl over a vent: conveniently, it opens, and you find yourself falling into a dimly lit room, with nothing to cushion your fall. It's not a particularly tall room, but with how small you are, that's going to hurt pretty bad. There is a large plasma screen that goes wall to wall hooked to the farthest end from them - aside from that, the room is empty, despite the lubdub rhythmic thrum of electricity. The room is perhaps surprisingly warm.
On the big screen, a young woman sits in a completely different room: it looks like a quaint, wooden floored bedroom, with the walls painted a pleasant pastel pink and stuffed animals on the bed. The young woman sits daintily on a wooden chair with a teddy bear on her lap; when she opens her mouth, her words betray her otherwise pleasantly girlish voice: ]
Can a girl do fucking anything around here without someone trying to break in!? What the everloving fuck do you want, shitheads.
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If clawing won't work, maybe smacking it will. ZZZAP. ZZZZAAPP! His fur is staticky from so many electric jolts.]
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Dungeon set? Dungeon set, dungeon set . . .
[ thoughtful ]
If you're looking for it here, it must be part of a game.
[ there's a pause, as the gears turn. finally: ]
You're talking about the House of Mirth. Did you avoid it or something when you were playing?
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The fucking ghost murder house?
No, didn’t avoid that place at all.
So we could get there— and the shit I heard about the owner wasn’t an exaggeration.
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[ with a shrug, motion somewhat janky ]
Oh, you're looking for the fucking kids. Yeah, not gonna find them here - try, like, literally anywhere else?
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Wow, someone here's got two brain cells! More than I can say about your other half, here.
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Look, he’s normally at least smart enough to not actively hurt himself over something this dumb.
But alright. You want me to keep people from destroying shit around you? I can do that.
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Can I get a name, if we’re gonna make this deal official?
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Hotel and area around here.
Got it. Now... can you show us the exit?
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One exit, coming up ♥
[ with a flip of her hand - this time, the tiles move underneath you to flip like a trapdoor: by the end, you're suddenly in . . .
the hotel lobby? ]