Imeeji Idol Productions ([personal profile] idolpro) wrote2019-09-16 09:13 am

pep!pep!

[ You spill out of the elevator into the nursery— the elevator is gone when you look back.

A nursery doesn't seem like something that should belong in this house. Though it hardly seems to be a nursery, on first sight. The walls are plain, unadorned wood. The desk has an inkwell and a blotter with the handle shaped as a coiled serpent. Inside the desk are ancient papers, rough-cut from a time before mass-production and each perfumed differently: red wine, black musk, myrrh, and attar of rose, with sigils unfamiliar and largely unreadable from stains and blots written out in shaky hand. The room is piled with atlases, scrolls in dead languages that detail nations long fallen, records of people met far in the past, never to be met again. They look well read. The only real sign this is a nursery is the bed— it's too small for an adult.

Time feels so agonizingly slow. Does the cramped space of the nursery tweak your perceptions? Or perhaps the shallow breathing that is starting to overtake you. After all, you don’t have much time left. This is your only chance to prove that their hard work was not lost in vain. You want to prove that you were worth it, didn’t you?

You look upon the works in the room and feel a great sense of despair. Resentment. Disappointment. But if you begin to pick up that job once more, you won’t be able to cross back. If you lose your sanity, or are damaged too far, the sensation will overwhelm you.

A bloodstone sits on the desk.

A readout on your phone tells you the rules and displays the sanity goal (explore rooms) and your traitor goal (to get a smile or a laugh from your victim before killing them) as well as the item that you've been given (bloodstone). It looks like nothing is stopping you from committing the traitor goal even while you're sane, if you wish to.

There is one exit: South. ]
wonderlandgirl: (✽ she's on the phone)

Re: Session 1 Discussion

[personal profile] wonderlandgirl 2019-09-16 09:02 pm (UTC)(link)
[Oh.

[Oh.

[This feels familiar.

[Wednesday swallows as she reads the instructions on her phone; she suppresses a shiver, she is glad she is alone again. She pockets the bloodstone, even though she doesn't want it; she doesn't know what else to do. It's not exactly a comfort, but it's something.

[Maybe, she thinks, there's a way out of here.]
we_meet_again: ((≖_≖ )  ??)

Re: Session 2 Discussion

[personal profile] we_meet_again 2019-09-17 12:07 am (UTC)(link)
[He looks around the room and shivers from the heavy atmosphere.

Then he reads his phone.]





Mmmmmmmmmmm.
antidoting: (They can beg and they can plead)

Re: Session 2 Discussion

[personal profile] antidoting 2019-09-17 12:10 am (UTC)(link)
Cobalt-kun!

[ Hiyori is right at his side, immediately, despite the fact they don't quite get along. He looks pale, despite his usual energy. ]

We're in for a foul Eve tonight, aren't we?
we_meet_again: ((; ᵒ̌ ‸ ᵒ̌) ;;)

Re: Session 2 Discussion

[personal profile] we_meet_again 2019-09-17 12:11 am (UTC)(link)
Yeah, I don't like the look of this at all.

It sounds like a game that was run in the past.

...Are you okay?
antidoting: (But they can't see the light)

Re: Session 2 Discussion

[personal profile] antidoting 2019-09-17 12:14 am (UTC)(link)
Perfectly fine! Right as rain! I'm not looking forward to this, though, but I can do what I have to, you know!

I'll be doing even more okay if you go first, though, ahaha!
Edited 2019-09-17 00:16 (UTC)
worldlyafflictions: (color005)

Re: Session 2 Discussion

[personal profile] worldlyafflictions 2019-09-17 12:17 am (UTC)(link)
which one was that?
we_meet_again: ((ó﹏ò ;))

Re: Session 2 Discussion

[personal profile] we_meet_again 2019-09-17 12:18 am (UTC)(link)
That's fine.

Let's stick together, okay?

[cautiously picking the blood stone off the desk and weighing it in his hand.]

This might be useful...

...Would you like to hang onto it?

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