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[ When you awaken -- to some, it may be a familiar sight. Itās the inside of Baritonesā dorm; the low-lit jazz club, the table with the bar stools, the posters on the walls ā¦ The main, notable exception to this is there seems to be a bit of a gardening issue.
A lot of one, actually. Thereās a sense of decay throughout the whole place; itās covered in dust, the posters creeping of the walls, and thereās a stench of rotty earthiness. Itās similar to what one might smell just before rain, but thereās a sickly-sweetness to it thatās foul to breathe in. Thereās cracks in the floors, in the walls, too -- and through the cracks, greenery is sprouting. Specifically, wild oats are coming out of the woodwork, quite literally, and seem to be overtaking the entire dorm itself.
Youāre also incredibly, overwhelmingly hungry. Utterly ravenous. And itās not the urge for just any food, but something raw, something meaty. The oats donāt look atll too appealing, nor do the musty drinks lining the bar shelves. You must eat. You must devour.
From here, you can go a few directions. The balcony, training room, reception area, and onsen, and movie theater are barred up. However -- thereās still the kitchen, the wilderness bar, and the kidnapping tower. Theyāre not labelled, though, so if youāre not familiar with Baritones dorms .. well, good luck!!
Thereās also a hallway that leads to rooms -- though if one steps through it to count, thereās more rooms than there are current members of Baritones. Most of them are boarded shut with planks and nails, however, and about the same level of decay as the rest of the dorms; as if they havenāt been opened in months.
One of the doors is especially boarded, from ground to the top of the door sill, with multiple layers of wood and chain. Youāll need something pretty heavy duty to break through those. The doors themselves look uniform otherwise, but underneath one of them even more of those wild oats are leaking from the seams, as if itās full to bursting.
You can explore the dorms more, or you can poke around the main room. Where to go! ]
A lot of one, actually. Thereās a sense of decay throughout the whole place; itās covered in dust, the posters creeping of the walls, and thereās a stench of rotty earthiness. Itās similar to what one might smell just before rain, but thereās a sickly-sweetness to it thatās foul to breathe in. Thereās cracks in the floors, in the walls, too -- and through the cracks, greenery is sprouting. Specifically, wild oats are coming out of the woodwork, quite literally, and seem to be overtaking the entire dorm itself.
Youāre also incredibly, overwhelmingly hungry. Utterly ravenous. And itās not the urge for just any food, but something raw, something meaty. The oats donāt look atll too appealing, nor do the musty drinks lining the bar shelves. You must eat. You must devour.
From here, you can go a few directions. The balcony, training room, reception area, and onsen, and movie theater are barred up. However -- thereās still the kitchen, the wilderness bar, and the kidnapping tower. Theyāre not labelled, though, so if youāre not familiar with Baritones dorms .. well, good luck!!
Thereās also a hallway that leads to rooms -- though if one steps through it to count, thereās more rooms than there are current members of Baritones. Most of them are boarded shut with planks and nails, however, and about the same level of decay as the rest of the dorms; as if they havenāt been opened in months.
One of the doors is especially boarded, from ground to the top of the door sill, with multiple layers of wood and chain. Youāll need something pretty heavy duty to break through those. The doors themselves look uniform otherwise, but underneath one of them even more of those wild oats are leaking from the seams, as if itās full to bursting.
You can explore the dorms more, or you can poke around the main room. Where to go! ]
[ In the cruellest twist of fate in the world, thereās no actual bar there! In fact, itās actually something a bit more picturesque. A wide open field of flowers spreads itself before you. Itās not the overwhelmingness of the wild oats that had been creeping through the doors, too. Instead as far as the eye can see, Star of Bethlehem flowers are growing tall and healthy. If you look behind yourself, the door you used to get in has disappeared.
Thereās also a woman sitting on her knees in the field of flowers, hands clenched together as if in prayer. For anyone familiar with Glacies in Imeeji -- thereās an uncanny resemblance there!
When she hears you āenterā she turns, and smiles at you. ]
Come. Itās been some time since last we spoke, hasnāt it?
Thereās also a woman sitting on her knees in the field of flowers, hands clenched together as if in prayer. For anyone familiar with Glacies in Imeeji -- thereās an uncanny resemblance there!
When she hears you āenterā she turns, and smiles at you. ]
Come. Itās been some time since last we spoke, hasnāt it?
Edited 2021-01-27 20:25 (UTC)
[ When you open the door, wild oats spill out and create miniature flood in the hallway. If you donāt take a step back youāre likely to get tripped up by it. The growth was so intense it created a pressure on the door that burst forth when it was opened.
Insideā¦ well, itās worse than the rest of the dorms, unsurprisingly. There may have been a normal bedroom here, once, but the wild oats have grown through the floors, the walls, and even the furniture. The murphy bed is completely split in half, wild oats growing in the wood and the sheets. Thereās a small table to the side of the bed, books on the floor, all of which are filled with the petals of the wild oat flowers. A chess set is scattered across the floor.
There does seem to be a concentration of the wild oats here, though.. Thereās one very large stem growing out a (closed) closet), if you investigate. ]
((OOC note: the closet has themes of sexual assault! it's not essential to seeing true heart, or for any purification.))
Insideā¦ well, itās worse than the rest of the dorms, unsurprisingly. There may have been a normal bedroom here, once, but the wild oats have grown through the floors, the walls, and even the furniture. The murphy bed is completely split in half, wild oats growing in the wood and the sheets. Thereās a small table to the side of the bed, books on the floor, all of which are filled with the petals of the wild oat flowers. A chess set is scattered across the floor.
There does seem to be a concentration of the wild oats here, though.. Thereās one very large stem growing out a (closed) closet), if you investigate. ]
((OOC note: the closet has themes of sexual assault! it's not essential to seeing true heart, or for any purification.))
Edited 2021-01-27 20:03 (UTC)
[ The kitchen is busy, busy, busy! It doesnāt look like Baritonesā kitchen at all for those familiar. Instead it looks more like ā¦ a meat processing facility. With one employee, a stem of wild oats tucked behind one of his ears, who turns to smile brightly at you as you enter. Almost too brightly considering what heās in the midst of. He has a bonesaw in the middle of chopping off one of his own hands. ]
Ah, I didn't hear you!
[ it looks like heart-Lucifel has been busy busy! The room is chilled, fridge-like in temperature, for a clear reason. Laid out over stainless steel tables and counters are neatly packed organs, limbs, and other ā¦ miscellaneous chunks of meat. Theyāre all labelled too, just in case theyāre not identifiable by sight. On one of the walls thereās an industrial-sized freezer door, sealed tight at the moment. The tile on the ground is covered in blood, both fresh and new. Here, too, the wild oats are growing in excess. They seem to particularly like growing around Lucifel's feet. ]
Mm, if I know we were having visitors I would have cleaned up ā¦
[ The heart-Lucifel seems almost sheepish, finishing up with the chop and neatly dumping that hand in a ziploc bag. ]
Ah, I didn't hear you!
[ it looks like heart-Lucifel has been busy busy! The room is chilled, fridge-like in temperature, for a clear reason. Laid out over stainless steel tables and counters are neatly packed organs, limbs, and other ā¦ miscellaneous chunks of meat. Theyāre all labelled too, just in case theyāre not identifiable by sight. On one of the walls thereās an industrial-sized freezer door, sealed tight at the moment. The tile on the ground is covered in blood, both fresh and new. Here, too, the wild oats are growing in excess. They seem to particularly like growing around Lucifel's feet. ]
Mm, if I know we were having visitors I would have cleaned up ā¦
[ The heart-Lucifel seems almost sheepish, finishing up with the chop and neatly dumping that hand in a ziploc bag. ]
Edited 2021-01-27 20:31 (UTC)
[ The freezer is (obviously) cold. Thereās shelves and shelves of plastic bins, filled with those neatly-organized limbs organs from the ākitchenā area. The oats are here too, creeping in between the tiles and scattered amongst the shelves.
However ā¦ one of the walls is lined with a rack that has large, suspiciously-shaped bags hanging from it on meat hooks. Itās a rotating rack, like what one might see in a dry cleaner, the rest of it wrapping around the wall and out of sight. Thereās little tags bags with writing on them, but without moving closer theyāre not legible. ]
However ā¦ one of the walls is lined with a rack that has large, suspiciously-shaped bags hanging from it on meat hooks. Itās a rotating rack, like what one might see in a dry cleaner, the rest of it wrapping around the wall and out of sight. Thereās little tags bags with writing on them, but without moving closer theyāre not legible. ]
[ Bam! You're in a cell, in a dark dungeon. This is not very like the actual kidnapping tower in Baritones. Anyone whoās been to the House of Mirth would recognize the dungeon, but for those who havenāt ā¦
It's dark down here, in the dungeon, and the wall sconces are unlit; the only light source is from the hallway. In the dim light, though, you can see a handful of barred cells against one stone wall with fixtures for manacles. There's a drain set into the floor, in the middle, around which the floor is stained a darker color and isā¦ sticky? The air is cold, and stale.
Against the wall next to the door is a set of shelves and some hanging hooks, as well as two simple wooden chairs, one of which looks like it's seen better days. Someone's left a jacket on one of the hooks. The shelves contain mostly ordinary household toolsāa pair of scissors, a hammer, some pliers, a coil of rope.
There's more tools here than in the House, however. Chain cutters, and a crowbar. The plants are here too -- itās a mixture this time, both of the Star of Bethlehem and wild oat sprouts, crawling over the walls, winding around the bars of your cell like ivy. The door shuts behind you and youāre trapped in here.
A silhouette approaches the bars of the cell. Itās dimly lit, but as they approach you can see an elongated goat skull appearing from the darkness. The rest of their body is in dark robes. ]
Well well. What do we have here?
[ For anyone who may have seen a certain broadcast, itās familiar. But the voice isnāt warped at all this time; itās clearly Absinthe. ]
It's dark down here, in the dungeon, and the wall sconces are unlit; the only light source is from the hallway. In the dim light, though, you can see a handful of barred cells against one stone wall with fixtures for manacles. There's a drain set into the floor, in the middle, around which the floor is stained a darker color and isā¦ sticky? The air is cold, and stale.
Against the wall next to the door is a set of shelves and some hanging hooks, as well as two simple wooden chairs, one of which looks like it's seen better days. Someone's left a jacket on one of the hooks. The shelves contain mostly ordinary household toolsāa pair of scissors, a hammer, some pliers, a coil of rope.
There's more tools here than in the House, however. Chain cutters, and a crowbar. The plants are here too -- itās a mixture this time, both of the Star of Bethlehem and wild oat sprouts, crawling over the walls, winding around the bars of your cell like ivy. The door shuts behind you and youāre trapped in here.
A silhouette approaches the bars of the cell. Itās dimly lit, but as they approach you can see an elongated goat skull appearing from the darkness. The rest of their body is in dark robes. ]
Well well. What do we have here?
[ For anyone who may have seen a certain broadcast, itās familiar. But the voice isnāt warped at all this time; itās clearly Absinthe. ]
Edited 2021-01-27 20:37 (UTC)
[ You enter, but it actually seems as if youāve exited a building. Youāre now in the plaza of a grand city in the middle of the night, with tall buildings lit with dots of light from inside through their windows. Thereās no flowers here like there is in the rest of the heart. It seems ā¦ peaceful, to be quite honest.
Except, something still seems a bit off. The edges of your vision blur, as if this world itself is tenuous, and if you try to focus on your periphery too much itās completely out of focus. Itās almost dreamlike, really, even though youāre conscious and aware of yourself.
Thereās a man sitting at a bench with a book. Itās Ardyn, his hair longer, tied back in a ponytail. And instead of his Baritones robes heās wearing black Ascian garb. When he sees you thereās a smile, soft, very unlike Absintheās typical sleezy sort of smirk. ]
Except, something still seems a bit off. The edges of your vision blur, as if this world itself is tenuous, and if you try to focus on your periphery too much itās completely out of focus. Itās almost dreamlike, really, even though youāre conscious and aware of yourself.
Thereās a man sitting at a bench with a book. Itās Ardyn, his hair longer, tied back in a ponytail. And instead of his Baritones robes heās wearing black Ascian garb. When he sees you thereās a smile, soft, very unlike Absintheās typical sleezy sort of smirk. ]
[Huh. Well this is different. He's been to Baritones at least once before, but it just looks off now. He also feels off himself. Hungry, like his stomach is hollow, though not to the point of painful. He probably shouldn't touch anything in the kitchen though. That's a sure fire way to set everything on fire. No one should ever let him near a kitchen, honestly.]
Hello?
[He looks around, heading in the direction of the Wilderness Bar]
Hello?
[He looks around, heading in the direction of the Wilderness Bar]
[ There's no reply to the "hello" -- it's eerily quiet, in fact. But you're able to enter the wilderness bar without any issue. ]
[ The smell and seeing Baritones' dorms in this state alone already would be pretty bad, but the hunger doesn't help. He tries not to focus on it too much - push it down the same way he does with his murderous urges and focus on the task at hand.
Success is debatable. Since are aren't labeled, he'll first go to check on the dorm - can he tell who the EXTRA BOARDED one is supposed to be and if it's not Emet's in what state does his door appear to be in ]
Success is debatable. Since are aren't labeled, he'll first go to check on the dorm - can he tell who the EXTRA BOARDED one is supposed to be and if it's not Emet's in what state does his door appear to be in ]
[BARiTONES! Your hearts gotta stop being so messy! He runs his finger over a surface looking distainly at the dust with a sigh.
First things first, let's try to solve that hunger problem! To the kitchen.]
First things first, let's try to solve that hunger problem! To the kitchen.]
[ WEIRD!! He has no idea whether they have canon powers on or not but just in case he's totally going to try to teleport on the other side of it.
if they have no powers or if it fails, he'll settle he'll check the door that is extra fucked up - whose room is it? ]
if they have no powers or if it fails, he'll settle he'll check the door that is extra fucked up - whose room is it? ]
[He takes it all in and he's definitely surprised by the woman. She looks... so much like Luna. Confusion registers on his face when she speaks.]
I don't think we've met before.
I don't think we've met before.
Re: KITCHEN (cw self-harm, but like, very utilitarian)
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firstworldproblem
2021-01-27 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)
Well, don't let me disturb you too much, but I do have a few questions.
[Can he assume there is a glass or beaker somewhere? If so he takes one.]
Do I need to be fast? I do have a concern you are going to bleed out.
[Can he assume there is a glass or beaker somewhere? If so he takes one.]
Do I need to be fast? I do have a concern you are going to bleed out.
[ Yes! Lucifel doesn't move to stop him. He looks a but surprised at the concern, but shakes his head. ]
Mm -- this isn't a problem.
[ "This" being the wounds, since with a wave of his (intact) hand the now-stump of his arm is already starting to regrow. ]
Are you hungry? You're free to take what you like!
Mm -- this isn't a problem.
[ "This" being the wounds, since with a wave of his (intact) hand the now-stump of his arm is already starting to regrow. ]
Are you hungry? You're free to take what you like!
Re: KITCHEN (cw self-harm, but like, very utilitarian)
firstworldproblem
2021-01-27 08:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Ah.
[Tapping the glass against his chin as he heads towards the freezer door seeing what it would take to open it.]
Unfortunately. Let's start with something to drink, shall we? Surely that blood needs to go somewhere.
[Tapping the glass against his chin as he heads towards the freezer door seeing what it would take to open it.]
Unfortunately. Let's start with something to drink, shall we? Surely that blood needs to go somewhere.
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