[ When you awaken -- to some, it may be a familiar sight. It’s the inside of Baritones’ dorm; the low-lit jazz club, the table with the bar stools, the posters on the walls … The main, notable exception to this is there seems to be a bit of a gardening issue.
A lot of one, actually. There’s a sense of decay throughout the whole place; it’s covered in dust, the posters creeping of the walls, and there’s a stench of rotty earthiness. It’s similar to what one might smell just before rain, but there’s a sickly-sweetness to it that’s foul to breathe in. There’s 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.
You’re also incredibly, overwhelmingly hungry. Utterly ravenous. And it’s not the urge for just any food, but something raw, something meaty. The oats don’t 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 -- there’s still the kitchen, the wilderness bar, and the kidnapping tower. They’re not labelled, though, so if you’re not familiar with Baritones dorms .. well, good luck!!
There’s also a hallway that leads to rooms -- though if one steps through it to count, there’s more rooms than there are current members of Baritones. They’re all boarded shut with planks and chains, however, and about the same level of decay as the rest of the dorms; as if they haven’t 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. You’ll 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 it’s full to bursting.
After getting his bearings a little, he wanders around a bit, taking everything in. He's really hungry, though, so when he opens a door that leads to a kitchen, he heads inside.]
now that he's experienced Pain he's gotten his bearings, and he's examining the common room more carefully now—going to the room with oats leaking from the seams. is there any name placard or anything, probably not but ]
[Have you been spreading your wild oats, absinthe,
Well this hunger is...not exactly unfamiliar. A bit different than the need for blood while dying, but he gets it. Feeling so desperate is awful though I tell you what.
But the moment he sees the state of the personal rooms he's definitely trying to check Emet's and Lahabrea's, just in case...boarded up too. What about his woodland reading nook, is its door there? Five's?]
[Back here with SUPPLIES and he'll start cleaning up and murdering weeds. At least as much as he can. His corruption ocd is killing him Absinthe. Forget hunger, he's dying at this mess.]
Lashing her tail in anxiety as she re-orients herself -- it helps that she's familiar with BARiTONES, at least somewhat, but wow did it ever get a Bad News Makeover, huh?
But if she's this hungry, the kitchen is probably her best bet.]
[Back here -- but she's making a beeline for what used to be her room (maybe? Hard to be sure with the extra doors) to put her newly acquired hacksaw to work in trying to just saw through.]
[ In the cruelest twist of fate in the world, there’s no actual bar there! In fact, it’s actually something a bit more picturesque. A wide open field of flowers spreads itself before you. It’s 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.
There’s 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 -- there’s an uncanny resemblance there!
When she hears you “enter” she turns, and smiles at you. ]
Come. It’s been some time since last we spoke, hasn’t it?
[ When you open the door, wild oats spill out and create miniature flood in the hallway. If you don’t take a step back you’re 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.
Inside… well, it’s 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. There’s 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.. There’s one very large stem growing out a (closed) closet), if you investigate. ]
((The closet will have the sexual assault themes if you want to avoid!))
[ The kitchen is busy, busy, busy! It doesn’t look like Baritones’ kitchen at all for those familiar. Instead it looks more like … 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 he’s in the midst of. He has a bonesaw in the middle of chopping off one of his own hands. ]
I didn’t hear you enter!
[ 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 … miscellaneous chunks of meat. They’re all labelled too, just in case they’re not identifiable by sight. On one of the walls there’s 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 -- but not nearly to the same level as the main area of the dorm, little sprouts here and there. ]
Mm, if I know we were having visitors I would have cleaned up …
[ The heart-Lucifel seems almost sheepish, finishing up with the chop and neatly dumping that hand in a ziploc bag. ]
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[ The freezer is (obviously) cold. There’s shelves and shelves of plastic bins, filled with those neatly-organized limbs organs from the “kitchen” area. The oats are here too, creeping in between the tiles and scattered amongst the shelves.
However … one of the walls is lined with a rack that has large, suspiciously-shaped bags hanging from it on meat hooks. It’s a rotating rack, like what one might see in a dry cleaner, the rest of it wrapping around the wall and out of sight. There’s little tags bags with writing on them, but without moving closer they’re not legible. ]
[Oh! Cute. He doesn't really care who Absinthe has murdered and keeps in the freezer though so he'll wander back out to the living room to do some cleaning after weedkilling some oats.]
[ This is also not very like the actual kidnapping tower in Baritones. Anyone who’s been to the House of Mirth would recognize the dungeon, but for those who haven’t …
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 is… 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 tools—a 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 -- it’s 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 you’re trapped in here.
A silhouette approaches the bars of the cell. It’s 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, it’s familiar. But the voice isn’t warped at all this time; it’s clearly Absinthe. ]
[ You enter, but it actually seems as if you’ve exited a building. You’re 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. There’s no flowers here like there is in the rest of the heart. It seems … 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 it’s completely out of focus. It’s almost dreamlike, really, even though you’re conscious and aware of yourself.
There’s a man sitting at a bench with a book. It’s Ardyn, his hair longer, tied back in a ponytail. And instead of his Baritones robes he’s wearing black Ascian garb. When he sees you there’s a smile, soft, very unlike Absinthe’s typical sleezy sort of smile. ]
[ This basically looks like a pet cat's paradise. There's cat shelves on the walls, one giant cat bed in the middle, and a bunch of cat toys laying around. There's some Star of Bethlehem flowers here and there, too, but they don't seem to be taking over the place like the wild oats have done in other areas.
Like the rest of the dorm, though, it doesn't seem well taken care of. There's a fine layer of dust over everything, even moreso than the rest of the areas. ]
[ This looks like a surgical room rather than a bedroom. There’s a stainless steel table with what is definitely a vivisected corpse laid out over it, and on closer inspection -- it's obviously Absinthe. The blood is his icky black ichor rather than regular blood, and though the corpse seems rather fresh there's a ghastly paleness to it like when Absinthe is in full zombie mode.
In sharp contrast to the surgical set-up, there's a comfy fireplace on one wall, and lovely plush armchairs on pedestal with high enough elevation one could easily watch the dissection from them. Altogether, it's a strangely cozy scene.
The flowers don't seem to have invaded here, either. ]
[ Marnie room! Is ... warm. That's one way to describe it. It's also quite dusty, somehow even moreso than the rest of the dorms; it looks like a regular Baritones bedroom but there's a layer of neglect over everything, as if this place is rarely touched.
In one corner there's a big dog house, with a little food and water bowl. Unfortunately, in the food bowl is definitely something that looks like intestines. There's a collar on the ground too with Marnie's name on it ... That entire section of the room seems like it's seen more life recently; the dust is displaced around the house, the bowls and the collar. ]
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A lot of one, actually. There’s a sense of decay throughout the whole place; it’s covered in dust, the posters creeping of the walls, and there’s a stench of rotty earthiness. It’s similar to what one might smell just before rain, but there’s a sickly-sweetness to it that’s foul to breathe in. There’s 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.
You’re also incredibly, overwhelmingly hungry. Utterly ravenous. And it’s not the urge for just any food, but something raw, something meaty. The oats don’t 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 -- there’s still the kitchen, the wilderness bar, and the kidnapping tower. They’re not labelled, though, so if you’re not familiar with Baritones dorms .. well, good luck!!
There’s also a hallway that leads to rooms -- though if one steps through it to count, there’s more rooms than there are current members of Baritones. They’re all boarded shut with planks and chains, however, and about the same level of decay as the rest of the dorms; as if they haven’t 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. You’ll 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 it’s full to bursting.
Where to go … ? ]
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oh this is bad
this is really really very bad
just going to wander in a random direction which in this case means the kitchen]
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After getting his bearings a little, he wanders around a bit, taking everything in. He's really hungry, though, so when he opens a door that leads to a kitchen, he heads inside.]
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[he knows his way around 'tones! to the wilderness bar.]
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what the fuck is a kidnapping tower]
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picking himself up and heading for the kidnapping tower next. REALLY HE JUST DOES NOT WANT TO GO TO THE KITCHEN, FOR SOME REASON,]
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Fine!
Whose room is full of stupid flowers.]
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now that he's experienced Pain he's gotten his bearings, and he's examining the common room more carefully now—going to the room with oats leaking from the seams. is there any name placard or anything, probably not but ]
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Well this hunger is...not exactly unfamiliar. A bit different than the need for blood while dying, but he gets it. Feeling so desperate is awful though I tell you what.
But the moment he sees the state of the personal rooms he's definitely trying to check Emet's and Lahabrea's, just in case...boarded up too. What about his woodland reading nook, is its door there? Five's?]
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Lashing her tail in anxiety as she re-orients herself -- it helps that she's familiar with BARiTONES, at least somewhat, but wow did it ever get a Bad News Makeover, huh?
But if she's this hungry, the kitchen is probably her best bet.]
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now they are going to start cutting down the board bits of the leaky door ]
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There’s 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 -- there’s an uncanny resemblance there!
When she hears you “enter” she turns, and smiles at you. ]
Come. It’s been some time since last we spoke, hasn’t it?
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[RESEMBLANCE NOTED, but coming over.]
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Inside… well, it’s 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. There’s 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.. There’s one very large stem growing out a (closed) closet), if you investigate. ]
((The closet will have the sexual assault themes if you want to avoid!))
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examining—presumably if the closet is optional the source isn't in the closet but is there anything that does look obviously like The Source(TM) ]
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I didn’t hear you enter!
[ 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 … miscellaneous chunks of meat. They’re all labelled too, just in case they’re not identifiable by sight. On one of the walls there’s 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 -- but not nearly to the same level as the main area of the dorm, little sprouts here and there. ]
Mm, if I know we were having visitors I would have cleaned up …
[ The heart-Lucifel seems almost sheepish, finishing up with the chop and neatly dumping that hand in a ziploc bag. ]
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Hey.
Whatcha doin?
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However … one of the walls is lined with a rack that has large, suspiciously-shaped bags hanging from it on meat hooks. It’s a rotating rack, like what one might see in a dry cleaner, the rest of it wrapping around the wall and out of sight. There’s little tags bags with writing on them, but without moving closer they’re not legible. ]
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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 is… 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 tools—a 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 -- it’s 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 you’re trapped in here.
A silhouette approaches the bars of the cell. It’s 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, it’s familiar. But the voice isn’t warped at all this time; it’s clearly Absinthe. ]
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EMET-SELCH'S ROOM
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 it’s completely out of focus. It’s almost dreamlike, really, even though you’re conscious and aware of yourself.
There’s a man sitting at a bench with a book. It’s Ardyn, his hair longer, tied back in a ponytail. And instead of his Baritones robes he’s wearing black Ascian garb. When he sees you there’s a smile, soft, very unlike Absinthe’s typical sleezy sort of smile. ]
I wasn't expecting visitors.
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No? Even in this place?
[He'll walk over to sit with the man though.]
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Like the rest of the dorm, though, it doesn't seem well taken care of. There's a fine layer of dust over everything, even moreso than the rest of the areas. ]
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As it is, she focuses on the flowers, frowning in confusion before crossing over to pick one of them up.]
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COSMO'S ROOM
In sharp contrast to the surgical set-up, there's a comfy fireplace on one wall, and lovely plush armchairs on pedestal with high enough elevation one could easily watch the dissection from them. Altogether, it's a strangely cozy scene.
The flowers don't seem to have invaded here, either. ]
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He'll check the corpse.]
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In one corner there's a big dog house, with a little food and water bowl. Unfortunately, in the food bowl is definitely something that looks like intestines. There's a collar on the ground too with Marnie's name on it ... That entire section of the room seems like it's seen more life recently; the dust is displaced around the house, the bowls and the collar. ]
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[time to start dusting, though he's... avoiding doghouse corner for now.]
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