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ABSINTHE'S HEART GAME - OUT OF TIME SESSION
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(POWERS ARE OFF)
(POWERS ARE OFF)
[ 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 all 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 … ? ]
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 all 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 … ? ]
[ 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?
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. ]
(( CW for sexual assault themes if you investigate the closet!))
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. ]
(( CW for sexual assault themes if you investigate the closet!))
Edited 2021-01-28 20:26 (UTC)
[ 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. ]
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. ]
[ 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. ]
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. ]
... [ she crinkles her nose at the sight of the dorm, having recognized it after a couple of moments despite the floral growth taking a stranglehold on it. she still hates plants&flowers, but perhaps not to the degree she had once upon a time. ] ...the fuck happened here? [ murmured to herself as she meanders around the common room. ]
[ she’s not familiar with the entire layout of baritones, but she does know a couple things, so she’ll be heading to the kitchen first and foremost. the hunger she’s feeling is, unfortunately, familiar, and if this is bit, then surely there’s a fresh supply of body parts hanging around that she can quell this damn feeling with. ]
[ to the kitchen!!! ]
[ she’s not familiar with the entire layout of baritones, but she does know a couple things, so she’ll be heading to the kitchen first and foremost. the hunger she’s feeling is, unfortunately, familiar, and if this is bit, then surely there’s a fresh supply of body parts hanging around that she can quell this damn feeling with. ]
[ to the kitchen!!! ]
[Levity isn't too certain why he's in the Baritones dorm - did he... come for a visit? But the place is a mess, and that's strange. Cosmo wouldn't let it get so messy, he's sure of it...
On an impulse, he reaches out to the bar counter to try and wipe off the dust. There's a LOT of it. Do they even have like, rags in the bar? Levity searches for any cleaning products for a while before giving up, the hunger all too distracting. He squats down by one of the cracks in the floor, breaks off a stalk of oats, picks off and shells the seeds one by one, chewing on them thoughtfully. But it's a distraction at best and makes the hunger worse at worst.
With a sigh, Levity straightens up and heads off to the kitchen. He remembers Cosmo making him sandwiches there. Surely there must be something still?]
On an impulse, he reaches out to the bar counter to try and wipe off the dust. There's a LOT of it. Do they even have like, rags in the bar? Levity searches for any cleaning products for a while before giving up, the hunger all too distracting. He squats down by one of the cracks in the floor, breaks off a stalk of oats, picks off and shells the seeds one by one, chewing on them thoughtfully. But it's a distraction at best and makes the hunger worse at worst.
With a sigh, Levity straightens up and heads off to the kitchen. He remembers Cosmo making him sandwiches there. Surely there must be something still?]
[ and let's just go with this happens before the both of them head off to the kitchen. she wafts a brow as soon as she notices that he's shelling the oats, because she can't imagine that tastes good... at least right now. maybe normally, but seeing his futile attempt to curb his own hunger only makes hers that much worse. ]
Levity. Hey. [ sliiiiding on over to him she smiles, eyes raking over him, because, ok, she might be considering taking an itty bitty bite, though she's not just going to outright ask. ]
[ she's fine. she's got this under control. ]
[ for now. ]
Do you know what happened here?
Levity. Hey. [ sliiiiding on over to him she smiles, eyes raking over him, because, ok, she might be considering taking an itty bitty bite, though she's not just going to outright ask. ]
[ she's fine. she's got this under control. ]
[ for now. ]
Do you know what happened here?
[Oh no he was too busy with trying to clean up the bar and then eating grass to realize immediately that there was someone else here. D.Va is ever a welcome sight, though, and he gives her a smile before standing up to reach for her hand.]
D.Va! Sorry, I didn't notice at first... I've no idea.
[He looks down at the floor and the cracks in it.]
Are we... in the future? This looks like the hotel has been abandoned for ages. Strange smell, too.
[He wrinkles his nose a little.]
D.Va! Sorry, I didn't notice at first... I've no idea.
[He looks down at the floor and the cracks in it.]
Are we... in the future? This looks like the hotel has been abandoned for ages. Strange smell, too.
[He wrinkles his nose a little.]
It's alright. [ she cracks a small smile and approaches him. ] I kind of didn't notice that I wasn't alone either. [ taking another quick look around the room and then following his gaze to the crack in the floor. ] I don't think I've ever seen Baritones like this, so, ah... maybe?
...the production could have been abandoned or something. [ no comment on the smell, since that could be half a dozen things. ] We should stick together just in case something should happen. [ and especially since her powers don't seem to be working. she doesn't know how capable levity is should he need to defend himself, but she'll most definitely kick an ass or two or twelve on his behalf. ]
...the production could have been abandoned or something. [ no comment on the smell, since that could be half a dozen things. ] We should stick together just in case something should happen. [ and especially since her powers don't seem to be working. she doesn't know how capable levity is should he need to defend himself, but she'll most definitely kick an ass or two or twelve on his behalf. ]
[ There's rags at the bar, but not a lot compared to how much dust and general cleaning needs to be done! When he chews on the oats -- the hunger he's feeling only intensifies; they're not really filling at all if he tries to swallow them. Good job Levity.
He can go to the kitchen whenever he's ready (with Dva if he wants!) ]
He can go to the kitchen whenever he's ready (with Dva if he wants!) ]
[ as soon as she enters she opens her mouth and closes her mouth. so this sure is a sight, and one that reminds her of the house. she didn't know that lucifel and absinthe had some sort of a thing, but she's kind of not... surprised... maybe... he did help her with a myriad of "special" requests, though this is taking special to a whole new place. ]
No need. Blood doesn't bother me and neither does this. [ she makes a motion to the messy countertops. ] But there is something you could do for me...
[ she holds a hand out. ] I want that [ and her stomach rumbles. fuck. ] saw. [ CLEARS HER THROAT. ] Hand it over.
No need. Blood doesn't bother me and neither does this. [ she makes a motion to the messy countertops. ] But there is something you could do for me...
[ she holds a hand out. ] I want that [ and her stomach rumbles. fuck. ] saw. [ CLEARS HER THROAT. ] Hand it over.
[Well, Levity's reaction is pretty much opposite to that of D.Va's. He makes a terrified choked sound, stepping back, eyes wide in shock and hands pressed over his mouth. He feels sick at the scene--and what makes it worse is that the smell of blood, not usually a pleasant one to him, only makes the hunger all the worse. Being ravenous and wanting to throw up at the same time is not the most fun feeling.]
W... What are you doing!?
[Though he doesn't want to look or dwell on it - really, he would much rather be anywhere else at all right now, - Levity's eyes keep getting drawn to the bonesaw, a part of his mind screaming that that is not an instrument for quick and painless amputation. The implications of that only make him panic more, his breath growing ragged, hunger rising again as he's forced to breathe in more and more of the smell.]
W... What are you doing!?
[Though he doesn't want to look or dwell on it - really, he would much rather be anywhere else at all right now, - Levity's eyes keep getting drawn to the bonesaw, a part of his mind screaming that that is not an instrument for quick and painless amputation. The implications of that only make him panic more, his breath growing ragged, hunger rising again as he's forced to breathe in more and more of the smell.]
[ she's relieved that she didn't have to wrestle it from him. ] Do you mind explaining to me, uh, what the fuck? I didn't take you for a butcher, Lucifel... [ it's hard not to be distracted by the blood and the meat that's all over the place, so once she's got the saw in hand she glides a finger over the counter and brings it to her lips for a taste. ]
And why'd you do that to your hands; heal yourself.
And why'd you do that to your hands; heal yourself.
[ and she might have had a similar reaction a long long LONG time ago, but all this is just another day™. ] Lucifel is being Lucifel. [ she doesn't have a better answer for him, but, honestly, she's not sure if he's talking about wtf he'd been doing or asking her what she'd been doing. ]
[ she turns toward him and runs her fingers along the serrated edges of the saw. ] Don't worry, Levity, I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, all I want to do is help you. [ a momentary pause as her eyes once again flicker about the kitchen. ] ...you're hungry, yes, you're feeling the pains of starvation, aren't you, ..?
[ she turns toward him and runs her fingers along the serrated edges of the saw. ] Don't worry, Levity, I'm not going to hurt you. In fact, all I want to do is help you. [ a momentary pause as her eyes once again flicker about the kitchen. ] ...you're hungry, yes, you're feeling the pains of starvation, aren't you, ..?
[If talking about random bullshit until your attacker gets bored and gives up is an effective method of self-defence, Levity is quite proficient. Otherwise, he's fucking done for in just about any fight.]
I agree... though if it's been abandoned, we likely needn't be too concerned.
[...]
Unless it's a new type of game where we have to... survive in our abandoned building?..
[Listen, it doesn't sound too far off from what goes for this place. Levity squints around them to see if there are any cameras visible.]
I agree... though if it's been abandoned, we likely needn't be too concerned.
[...]
Unless it's a new type of game where we have to... survive in our abandoned building?..
[Listen, it doesn't sound too far off from what goes for this place. Levity squints around them to see if there are any cameras visible.]
[ ONLY SMART AND SAFE THINGS, OBVIOUSLY. ]
I'm doing my job!
[ Lucifel's expression doesn't falter for a second, even at the horror in Levity's face and voice. He drops that dismembered hand off into a neat little ziploc bag, tossing it onto a pile of ... other hands. ]
Are you alright, sir?
[ ...so it sounds like she's going to be his knight in shining armor ♥! ] It might look abandoned, but I feel like because of that we should be even more careful. I don't know who or what might be here, but I'm not interested in being lulled into a false sense of security and then having my face clawed off or something. [ paranoid, perhaps a bit, but if this is a game she's not interested in getting mcfucked. ]
I mean... I wouldn't be surprised, since there's a murder hotel. If that's the case we need to be real careful. [ she offers a hand to him. ] c'Mon, let's have a look around.
I mean... I wouldn't be surprised, since there's a murder hotel. If that's the case we need to be real careful. [ she offers a hand to him. ] c'Mon, let's have a look around.
Lucifel?..
[He stares at the beaming(?) man. They haven't met in real life yet, only in the game, but--Lucifel didn't strike him as someone to just, do something like this. And for it to be apparently typical enough that D.Va sees no problem with it?..
But the further musings are cut short when D.Va voices her question. Levity makes a desperate sound at the back of his throat, stepping back slightly. He's hungry, alright, he feels like he hasn't eaten in a week, a month, all his life, and though he never expected raw meat to sound particularly appetizing the smell of it makes his mouth water. At the same time, though, the (still) sane core of him shrieks that this is wrong, he's never wanted anything like this, not living flesh, and--why the saw, why did she take the saw, why the saw--
Levity forces himself to breathe a little slower, hands trembling. He doesn't like what's going on, but what he likes even less is what he thinks might be going on under that.]
There's... t-there's more than enough here for us. Both of us. Please put the saw down, D.Va.
[He stares at the beaming(?) man. They haven't met in real life yet, only in the game, but--Lucifel didn't strike him as someone to just, do something like this. And for it to be apparently typical enough that D.Va sees no problem with it?..
But the further musings are cut short when D.Va voices her question. Levity makes a desperate sound at the back of his throat, stepping back slightly. He's hungry, alright, he feels like he hasn't eaten in a week, a month, all his life, and though he never expected raw meat to sound particularly appetizing the smell of it makes his mouth water. At the same time, though, the (still) sane core of him shrieks that this is wrong, he's never wanted anything like this, not living flesh, and--why the saw, why did she take the saw, why the saw--
Levity forces himself to breathe a little slower, hands trembling. He doesn't like what's going on, but what he likes even less is what he thinks might be going on under that.]
There's... t-there's more than enough here for us. Both of us. Please put the saw down, D.Va.
[NOOOOOPE NO NO NOPE NO. Levity stares at the Hand Pile for a moment, then looks away, fighting the shaking in his whole body and the lightheadedness from seeing all... this.]
That's--that's not a job. That's...
[He clamps a hand over his mouth and nose, trying to block off the beguiling smell of blood. Breathe in, breathe out, how much easier things would have been if he could just calm down...]
This... isn't real.
[great fucking job genius you figured it out. The realization ought to help, but it doesn't, not really, and the more Levity thinks about it the more panicked he feels. He needs to snap out of it, somehow.]
You're... not even using the proper tools.
[Is that the way to deal with it? Treating it as though it's a... normal thing, in a sense? Somehow, that makes it a little easier to pretend it's not real, however the fuck that works, even as a part of him wants to break into hysterical laughter.]
That's--that's not a job. That's...
[He clamps a hand over his mouth and nose, trying to block off the beguiling smell of blood. Breathe in, breathe out, how much easier things would have been if he could just calm down...]
This... isn't real.
[great fucking job genius you figured it out. The realization ought to help, but it doesn't, not really, and the more Levity thinks about it the more panicked he feels. He needs to snap out of it, somehow.]
You're... not even using the proper tools.
[Is that the way to deal with it? Treating it as though it's a... normal thing, in a sense? Somehow, that makes it a little easier to pretend it's not real, however the fuck that works, even as a part of him wants to break into hysterical laughter.]
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