ALECTRYON + JAGUAR

[soulping]

[As you stand around waiting for something to happen, you begin to feel something pressing on you, vaguely...as though a heavy blanket has been draped around your shoulders, although there's still nothing there. You close your eyes for just a moment - just a blink - and then-

The floor drops. You go plummeting downwards, or so it seems; you can't quite tell, because suddenly everything is pitch dark and you feel like you're falling, falling, falling...]

Comments

RULES

[soulping]

• Teams will find themselves in a series of rooms that force them to confront some common fears ("common" as chosen by the majority who signed up- y'all got some issues).

• There will be four rooms. They will be run in a semi-exploradora format, although "exploration" is not the actual goal. In that sense, it is more like a heart or shadow game.

• The game takes place in a nightmare/mindscape formed by Knut, so that no one can actually get hurt from what happens. However, your characters will not know this. Everything that happens will seem completely real, despite being occasionally vague and absurd in the way that dreams are. Stuff will only seem weird after they wake up!

• This means that anyone who comes late or leaves early will simply appear or vanish and their fellow players won't really find it odd, because again: dreams. (In other words, don't worry too much about it.)

• People may get hurt during the course of the game! It IS a nightmare, after all. But no matter how bad an injury is, the character will only feel it in a conceptual way; like they're remembering the pain rather than actually experiencing it. This will seem normal at the time. Dreams!!!

• Powers are ON but characters will not realize this unless they actively make an attempt to use them. And certain rooms will prevent them from doing even that!

• These rules are all OOC. Your characters do not know what is going on.

• However, this does not exclude the possibility that they might eventually figure it out. That's up to you.

ROOM 1

[soulping]

You don't remember hitting the ground. But you must have at some point, because that's where you're lying now- on your back, staring up at a dark, blank ceiling. There's no indication of where you fell from...wait, fell? Did you actually fall? You can't seem to remember anymore. Your thoughts seem a little hazy and dreamlike around the edges, but your surroundings, at least, appear to be solid and real enough. So do your teammates, who lay nearby.

As everyone sits up and looks around, you see that you are in a small, dingy room. The floors and walls are rough-cut stone that is cracked and crumbling, covered in grime and mold, and there's an inch of filthy, stinking water covering half of the floor. One wall is covered entirely in thick steel bars like a prison cell. Although you can make out your dimly lit surroundings well enough, immediately beyond the bars you can see nothing but a solid wall of darkness.

There is a buzzing in the back of your mind and you feel weak and tired, sapped of any power and strength.

Re: ROOM 1

[fightorflight]

[She's low on the ground, growling]

[GHOST BITCHES BETTER STEP OFF]

Re: ROOM 1

[formaliteas]

It's all right, Tora.

[looking around warily, rubbing his face a bit]

Re: ROOM 1

[gateofbabbylon]

[trying to smile even though his head is cloudy]

Don't worry Tora, whatever just happened is the start of the game. We win, we leave, right?

Re: ROOM 1

[gateofbabbylon]

[since this new guy is comforting Tora, Kiiro is ambling around the room as best the mind-sap will allow him to, trying to get a sense of where they are and where they need to go]

Somewhere different, but how the hell did we get here? Did the floor drop out?

[unpleasantries]

Did it?

...I can't remember.

[Sclera might not be able to remember how she got here, but she doesn't need to remember how it happened to know she wants to get out of this place. After taking a few moments to orient herself, she follows Kiiro's suit, looking around the room.]

Help me look for a door or something, will you? I don't feel well, but I can at least...do that, I think.

[Her constitution is weak to begin with, so the sap on her strength means it's all she can do to feel around the walls looking for a handle or a hinge - any sign of a door.]

Re: ROOM 1

[murimurimuri]

[Curling up and tugging at his chains. His eyes are darting around the room.]

Re: ROOM 1

[unpleasantries]

[Kong doesn't look so good...Sclera had better check on him.]

Are you alright?

...No, never mind. I'm sorry. That was a stupid question.

ROOM 2

[soulping]

You're in the middle of a cemetery. That's subtle.

If you were at Knut's capture the flag game, you might recognize it from there. It's completely overgrown, the ornate headstones and statues are falling apart, and there's a thick, thick layer of fog on the ground. You stand in a small clearing in front of one grave which looks much less run-down than the others. How did you get here? You don't know. You don't even think to question it at first. Your thoughts are almost as foggy as you surroundings.

Your heartbeat pounds unusually loud in your ears, and you hear muffled footsteps in the distance that never get any closer.

Re: ROOM 2

[fightorflight]

[STEPS IN FRONT OF TEAMMATES PROTECTIVELY]

[This includes Jaguar]

Re: ROOM 2

[murimurimuri]

[You know what, I'm okay with that.]

Re: ROOM 2

[murimurimuri]

[Greaaat. Trying to figure out where those footsteps are coming from.]

Re: ROOM 2

[soulping]

Who knows. They never get any closer or change their rhythm.

Re: ROOM 2

[unpleasantries]

[None too eager to separate herself from the rest of the group, Sclera examines a few of the headstones in close proximity to her. She keeps looking over her shoulder to see if she can identify where the footsteps are coming from, though it might be difficult to see in the fog...]

Re: ROOM 2

[soulping]

The headstones vary in size and shape but most of them are fairly ornate. They are, however, old as balls.

The one immediately in front of the group is a modestly sized headstone. It's still pretty ancient, but it looks like someone's been taking care of it. There's writing on almost all the stones, but it's incomprehensible to you. They're definitely letters and numbers but for some reason your mind can't make sense of them.

Re: ROOM 2

[murimurimuri]

I know this place... sssort of. I think we should be looking for the Alectryon Crypt.

ROOM 3

[soulping]

You're outside Alectryon's dorm. The game is over. You lost, and you've come to give this news to your teammates. The news that you've failed them.

But the door is locked. It won't open, no matter how much you rattle the knob or pound on it. You can hear voices behind it, that you recognize as belonging to your team. You can't make out the individual words, but they sound happy- and every now and then you think you recognize your own name, followed by jeering laughter. No matter how much you knock or call for them, they ignore your pleas and the door still won't open. And you know, deep in your soul, that it will never open for you again.

You turn away and find yourself facing a wall of people. The crowd presses and jostles around you, leaving you smothered and seperated from the group (what group? There's no one here but you, is there? You came into this game alone and you failed alone, didn't you-). You are surrounded on all sides by a mass of figures whose faces you can't quite make out, their features all blurring and sliding together. They speak to each other, but the words are totally incomprehensible to you.

And nothing you do is able to get their attention. They ignore you completely as though you aren't even there.

Well, that's only right, isn't it? You shouldn't be there, and you aren't there, not really...not in any way that actually matters. You're just taking up space from someone who deserves it more, aren't you? Everyone has more important things to do than bother with you, more important people, why would they ever need YOU?

Re: ROOM 3

[gateofbabbylon]

[aw fuck

he doesn't say anything this time just looks uncomfortable]

Re: ROOM 3

[fightorflight]

. . .

Why?

Re: ROOM 3

[gateofbabbylon]

[coming over and smiling at her] It's not anything real.

It's... my fault.

Re: ROOM 3

[murimurimuri]

[Kong doesn't try for long. He doesn't try to look for the others, either. All he wants to do right now is squeeze through that crowd and find somewhere where he can be alone.]

Re: ROOM 3

[soulping]

The crowd never seems to end. A literal flood of people and you're all alone.

Re: ROOM 3

[gateofbabbylon]

[shouting at Kong to come back but the noise effect is making it hard to get more than his name across odds are]

[soulping]

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears, seeming to grow louder and louder until it finally becomes deafening, drowning out everything else. The dreamlike fog at the corners of your mind creeps in, and you feel that same sensation of falling as everything goes black again.

In the darkness you think, for just a moment, that you can feel a cold hand gently brushing the hair from your face.

Then you wake.]