Sam opens the door, it leads to a very tidy study, everything on the desk is stacked in very neat piles, and a single, closed book lies dead-center on the desk as if someone was reading it but stopped. There is only one other door in the study, on the other side of the room.
Sam closes the door behind him. He simply stands to assess the room for a time, after which he slowly makes his way around the desk, studying the immaculate setting. It is clear that the room had not been occupied by the same person that managed the previous room. The conflicting condition of the two adjoining rooms strikes a note speculative unease. The air of mystery surrounding his current circumstance has increased.
Taking a seat at the desk, posture straight, he places both hands open on either side of the book, while inhaling deep to pick up on any sign of lingering perfumes or bodily odor, scents that may indicate further details of the previous occupant.
With chin up, posture unwavering, he lowers his eyes to inspect the print on the books jacket, then shifts the book slightly to his right, ensuring it remains centered on the desk as he uses one delicate finder to open its pages.
Marion pulls the sheet of the table, and finds herself face to face with a dead person who looks remarkably similar to Marion herself. The body has a big, gaping hole in it's chest as if someone tore out the heart, but other than that it looks very calm.
Before Marion has the opportunity to inspect the body further however, it opens it's eyes and grabs the collar of Marion's clothes and pulls her close.
"You must leave. It's not safe here. Get out, or you'll suffer the same fate I suffered. Stay away from-"
Before the 'dead' person finishes talking however, it bursts into flame and lets go of Marion. Within seconds, all that's left is a small pile of ash.
While Marion is initially shocked by the sudden events, it having gone all too quickly for it to register in her mind, she decides to make the most out of it by chuckling nervously. "Of course, the Plot demands that the exposition dies before they reveal their final and most important statement," she mutters under her breath.
Now that the dead body is, well, dead, she takes a step back and decides to peer at the part of the room that was obscured to her when she entered the room.
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My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE! My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
Edgar opens the nightstand, but finds nothing. All of it's drawers lack a bottom. The closet itself only contains some old, torn clothes.
Even with the compartment closed, Edgar can hear the beating of the heart go faster and faster.
Edgar pauses for a moment, mouth agape as he struggles to make sense of what exactly this heart was doing. He shakes his head-- acknowledging the ridiculousness of the situation would surely bring him to an end. He looks at the old clothes hung up in the closet and back at the clock; then, quickly, he takes the clothes, opens the clock compartment and wraps the heart with said clothes, pulling it out of the clock as he does so. He then ties it to his side for ease-of-use. Pondering what useful applications a heart would even have, he decides to try to return it to its rightful owner-- the mental image of someone having misplaced their heart by accident lingering in his mind.
Feeling a little peckish, Edgar decides he had better get going, so he takes the southern door on a whim.
Braun can tell that the liquid smells quite a lot like blood, but it's as if there's alcohol in it too...
Braun leaves the room, and finds himself in a hallway, though he can tell not all of it is visible from where he's standing. He can see that the hallway curves to the right, and that there's one door on the left.
As Braun walks light footed down the hallway, he thinks back on the many bottles of alcohol marred blood in the room he left. He was by far no stranger to blood, or alcohol for that matter, but discovering the blood bottled in a way unfitting of medicine or science did pose a darker depiction of his situation. Chances are that he wasn't the first to be captive here, and it also wasn't too far fetched to think the previous captives never made it out alive. ...In regards to who may be responsible for Braun's current predicament, well, at least at this stage of the game, he was leaning more towards random psychopath taking a little R&R for himself.
Braun kept his exposed blade ready in hand as he stepped out past the corner at the end of the hall.
Spect sighs when he opens the first book, quickly setting it aside before opening the second book. "Well then, it looks like someone is definitely trying to warn people about something. If I knew how, I would take it's advice." he whispers to himself. "To be fair, I would do that regardless of what a book tells me..." he continues as he closes the book. He would prefer it if the next ones have more useful writing.
And they sort of do. 'Blunt Weapon' might not have been the most useful words, but it was certainly more use to him then some completely unrecognizable dialogue or the same cryptic warning over and over again. Spect decided he would keep the book for a bit longer, but after several seconds of vainly attempting to shove it into his pockets, he ends up carrying it under one of his arms.
His next task was to open up the closet nearby. Just a few seconds to check wouldn't really hurt his progress of searching the place.
A padlock keeps the closet thoroughly shut, what a shame. Maybe there's a key somewhere that would allow for it to be opened?
Bob inspects the bed, then opens the current room's south door.
The bed is a simple wooden bed, and Bob can confirm that somebody is indeed sleeping in said bed. He then proceeds to try and open the door, but fails, it appears that the door is locked!
Hannah doesn't really want to find out, she is slightly horrified by this but she remains calm, she takes a quiet sigh and stands there for a few seconds, and goes to quietly shut the closet door, muttering something quiet under her breathe. She proceeds to go cautiously open the nearest door, her hand grabbing onto something in her pocket. Her blade.
Hannah steps through the door closest to her; the door on the left. It leads to more of the hallway. It curves to the left, and there are two visible doors. A puddle of water has formed in front of one of the doors, as if there is some water on the other side of the door.
Finding the hallway seemingly curving in on itself, Leon contemplates following to the end of it before deciding instead to turn around and take the westmost door along the north wall of the hallway.
Leon goes through the door, and finds himself in a very messy bedroom, a large hoard of papers covers pretty much everything, even the bed is covered under a hill of papers. The other door in the room fortunately isn't.
Sam closes the door behind him. He simply stands to assess the room for a time, after which he slowly makes his way around the desk, studying the immaculate setting. It is clear that the room had not been occupied by the same person that managed the previous room. The conflicting condition of the two adjoining rooms strikes a note speculative unease. The air of mystery surrounding his current circumstance has increased.
Taking a seat at the desk, posture straight, he places both hands open on either side of the book, while inhaling deep to pick up on any sign of lingering perfumes or bodily odor, scents that may indicate further details of the previous occupant.
With chin up, posture unwavering, he lowers his eyes to inspect the print on the books jacket, then shifts the book slightly to his right, ensuring it remains centered on the desk as he uses one delicate finder to open its pages.
Despite Sam's best efforts, the book's title and the contents of it's many pages prove to be impossible to understand. Different types of script and different languages seem to be used interchangeably all throughout the book.
While Marion is initially shocked by the sudden events, it having gone all too quickly for it to register in her mind, she decides to make the most out of it by chuckling nervously. "Of course, the Plot demands that the exposition dies before they reveal their final and most important statement," she mutters under her breath.
Now that the dead body is, well, dead, she takes a step back and decides to peer at the part of the room that was obscured to her when she entered the room.
The rest of room is simply more of the same; a morgue, with nothing of particular interest except for a door.
Edgar pauses for a moment, mouth agape as he struggles to make sense of what exactly this heart was doing. He shakes his head-- acknowledging the ridiculousness of the situation would surely bring him to an end. He looks at the old clothes hung up in the closet and back at the clock; then, quickly, he takes the clothes, opens the clock compartment and wraps the heart with said clothes, pulling it out of the clock as he does so. He then ties it to his side for ease-of-use. Pondering what useful applications a heart would even have, he decides to try to return it to its rightful owner-- the mental image of someone having misplaced their heart by accident lingering in his mind.
Feeling a little peckish, Edgar decides he had better get going, so he takes the southern door on a whim.
Edgar steps out into a very small hallway, with two other doors. The hallway is empty, except for a single chair standing in the middle of the room, pointed in Edgar's direction.
As Braun walks light footed down the hallway, he thinks back on the many bottles of alcohol marred blood in the room he left. He was by far no stranger to blood, or alcohol for that matter, but discovering the blood bottled in a way unfitting of medicine or science did pose a darker depiction of his situation. Chances are that he wasn't the first to be captive here, and it also wasn't too far fetched to think the previous captives never made it out alive. ...In regards to who may be responsible for Braun's current predicament, well, at least at this stage of the game, he was leaning more towards random psychopath taking a little R&R for himself.
Braun kept his exposed blade ready in hand as he stepped out past the corner at the end of the hall.
The Hallway seems to extend a bit further, with two more doors leading to different rooms. The hallway is lined with mirrors, though it seems that someone has taken the time to thoroughly smash all of them, as the ground is covered in bits of mirror.
Jaxton flips his coin once more! Heads, door. Tails, rest of room. Wow lots of heads recently. Jaxton heads through the door
On his way to the door, Jaxton catches a glimpse of more of the room, revealing another door.
Jaxton finds himself in a children's bedroom, a large toy car stands in the middle of the road, it's front covered in blood as if it collided with something at high speed. A small kid's bed and a small closet are also present in the room, and there is one other door.
Hannah steps through the door closest to her; the door on the left. It leads to more of the hallway. It curves to the left, and there are two visible doors. A puddle of water has formed in front of one of the doors, as if there is some water on the other side of the door.
Hannah decides not to check out the door with the puddle of water infront of it for now. Shes gotten wet enough for today anyways, and she quietly walks towards the other door revealed, she opens it up quietly, her blade held firmly in her other hand. That is, if it is unlocked.
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Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
Marion sighs, exasperated at the fact that she had to choose between three paths. She eventually decided to take the one closest to the door she came out of (the right door).
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My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE! My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
Leon goes through the door, and finds himself in a very messy bedroom, a large hoard of papers covers pretty much everything, even the bed is covered under a hill of papers. The other door in the room fortunately isn't.
Leon sifts through some of the papers, scanning their contents to try to discern anything noteworthy out of them. Afterwards, if any pages are blank or have sizable blank portions to them, he takes them and slides them into his jacket's pockets before going through the eastern door.
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"Against all the evil that Hell can conjure, all the wickedness that mankind can produce; We will send unto them... only you."
Colored text indicates in-character statements/actions. Because Forum Games has basically just been a big open RP for a long time now and it's the only place I ever post anymore, when I post at all.
A padlock keeps the closet thoroughly shut, what a shame. Maybe there's a key somewhere that would allow for it to be opened?
Spect scoffed at the lock. "Who would bother to keep something like this locked? Unless it's got something quite important... or personal inside..." he said to himself. Looking around the room, he wondered where such a key could be. The desk could be promising, so he examined the furniture piece in case it has any drawers or other storage compartments. Even if there are none, he also searches the top of the desks as well, moving aside some of the books as he searches.
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Current Avatar: Matt the Pirate Knight (Bullet Heaven 2)
The bed is a simple wooden bed, and Bob can confirm that somebody is indeed sleeping in said bed. He then proceeds to try and open the door, but fails, it appears that the door is locked!
He quietly attempts to return to the other room and open another door.
The Hallway seems to extend a bit further, with two more doors leading to different rooms. The hallway is lined with mirrors, though it seems that someone has taken the time to thoroughly smash all of them, as the ground is covered in bits of mirror.
"Well... there goes the quiet approach."
Braun does his best to avoid stepping on the shards of broken mirror, but can't help to have few crackle sharply underfoot. He comes to the first door on his right. He turns the handle slowly, making little noise and, without stepping in, gives the door a push with enough force to swing it well open. He wants no more than to look inside from his position in the hall before making a decision to move on, or enter.
Hey is it too late to join in on this game? I mean it kind of already started...
Unfortunately, it kind of is, but maybe we can decide on something if you want to? PM me (or add me on Discord, if you PM me I'll give you my username if you want) so we can discuss possibilities if you really want to join.
Character Name: Piper
Character Pronoun: She
Character Appearance: Piper has short-ish brown hair and hazel eyes. She always has headphones either on her head, or hanging on her neck, and wears a blue hoodie with pockets on the front.
Extra Info: She carries her old-school mp3 player with her at all times, though you could hardly call it "old school" with how many modifications she's made over the years. (Such as battery life, or a bigger storage capacity to hold more... dubiously acquired songs.)
Hannah decides not to check out the door with the puddle of water infront of it for now. Shes gotten wet enough for today anyways, and she quietly walks towards the other door revealed, she opens it up quietly, her blade held firmly in her other hand. That is, if it is unlocked.
Hannah walks further down the hall, stepping over the puddle of water to get to the other door, and tries to open it. Unfortunately for her though, the door appears to be locked. Walking down the hall does lead her to discover three more doors though.
Marion sighs, exasperated at the fact that she had to choose between three paths. She eventually decided to take the one closest to the door she came out of (the right door).
Marion tries to open the door, but fails, it's about as stuck as it can get.
Leon sifts through some of the papers, scanning their contents to try to discern anything noteworthy out of them. Afterwards, if any pages are blank or have sizable blank portions to them, he takes them and slides them into his jacket's pockets before going through the eastern door.
Most pages are filled to the brim with text written in a strange script and language, but some are empty enough to be written upon.
The eastern door leads to what appears to be some sort of entrance hall, with three visible doors.
Spect scoffed at the lock. "Who would bother to keep something like this locked? Unless it's got something quite important... or personal inside..." he said to himself. Looking around the room, he wondered where such a key could be. The desk could be promising, so he examined the furniture piece in case it has any drawers or other storage compartments. Even if there are none, he also searches the top of the desks as well, moving aside some of the books as he searches.
Unfortunately, Spect's searches prove fruitless, as no key turns up. Maybe it's hidden in another room?
He quietly attempts to return to the other room and open another door.
Fortunately for Bob, that door isn't locked. He reenters the Dining Room only to find a lavish dinner standing on the table, and it smells delicious, albeit a bit... strange.
Braun does his best to avoid stepping on the shards of broken mirror, but can't help to have few crackle sharply underfoot. He comes to the first door on his right. He turns the handle slowly, making little noise and, without stepping in, gives the door a push with enough force to swing it well open. He wants no more than to look inside from his position in the hall before making a decision to move on, or enter.
The door opens up into a small, barely decorated bedroom. A simple, worn bed takes up some of the space, and a small crate stand on the floor in front of it, it's lid placed diagonally on the crate itself, meaning it's not really closed.
Character Name: Piper
Character Pronoun: She
Character Appearance: Piper has short-ish brown hair and hazel eyes. She always has headphones either on her head, or hanging on her neck, and wears a blue hoodie with pockets on the front.
Extra Info: She carries her old-school mp3 player with her at all times, though you could hardly call it "old school" with how many modifications she's made over the years. (Such as battery life, or a bigger storage capacity to hold more... dubiously acquired songs.)
Piper wakes up from the strangest dream she's ever had, though all she can remember is that it was strange, just like the place she finds herself in, sitting on a wooden couch in an old-fashioned Operating Theatre, and judging by the pool of blood in the middle of the room, it's seen it's fair share of use. Though the room lacks windows, she can hear the sound of rain hitting the roof of the building. From where she's standing, she can see two doors leading into other rooms.
Marion tries to open the door, but fails, it's about as stuck as it can get.
Marion simply shrugs. I see, this jammed door is just another way to railroad me into following the Plot, she ponders. Acting methodically, she walks over to the door opposite her current door and attempts to open that.
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My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE! My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
Fortunately for Bob, that door isn't locked. He reenters the Dining Room only to find a lavish dinner standing on the table, and it smells delicious, albeit a bit... strange.
After what Bob found in the cupboard, he knows that food doesn't usually show up out of nowhere, so he inspects it carefully to make sure he isn't hallucinating. He would rather eat something that isn't his imagination, such as that hand (only after inspection though).
Sam closes the door behind him. He simply stands to assess the room for a time, after which he slowly makes his way around the desk, studying the immaculate setting. It is clear that the room had not been occupied by the same person that managed the previous room. The conflicting condition of the two adjoining rooms strikes a note speculative unease. The air of mystery surrounding his current circumstance has increased.
Taking a seat at the desk, posture straight, he places both hands open on either side of the book, while inhaling deep to pick up on any sign of lingering perfumes or bodily odor, scents that may indicate further details of the previous occupant.
With chin up, posture unwavering, he lowers his eyes to inspect the print on the books jacket, then shifts the book slightly to his right, ensuring it remains centered on the desk as he uses one delicate finder to open its pages.
.............................................................................
While Marion is initially shocked by the sudden events, it having gone all too quickly for it to register in her mind, she decides to make the most out of it by chuckling nervously. "Of course, the Plot demands that the exposition dies before they reveal their final and most important statement," she mutters under her breath.
Now that the dead body is, well, dead, she takes a step back and decides to peer at the part of the room that was obscured to her when she entered the room.
My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE!
My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
Edgar pauses for a moment, mouth agape as he struggles to make sense of what exactly this heart was doing. He shakes his head-- acknowledging the ridiculousness of the situation would surely bring him to an end. He looks at the old clothes hung up in the closet and back at the clock; then, quickly, he takes the clothes, opens the clock compartment and wraps the heart with said clothes, pulling it out of the clock as he does so. He then ties it to his side for ease-of-use. Pondering what useful applications a heart would even have, he decides to try to return it to its rightful owner-- the mental image of someone having misplaced their heart by accident lingering in his mind.
Feeling a little peckish, Edgar decides he had better get going, so he takes the southern door on a whim.
As Braun walks light footed down the hallway, he thinks back on the many bottles of alcohol marred blood in the room he left. He was by far no stranger to blood, or alcohol for that matter, but discovering the blood bottled in a way unfitting of medicine or science did pose a darker depiction of his situation. Chances are that he wasn't the first to be captive here, and it also wasn't too far fetched to think the previous captives never made it out alive. ...In regards to who may be responsible for Braun's current predicament, well, at least at this stage of the game, he was leaning more towards random psychopath taking a little R&R for himself.
Braun kept his exposed blade ready in hand as he stepped out past the corner at the end of the hall.
Jaxton flips his coin once more! Heads, door. Tails, rest of room. Wow lots of heads recently. Jaxton heads through the door
As Beth is fiddling with the rip in the tape, he hears something fall to the ground and shatter elsewhere in the storeroom...
A padlock keeps the closet thoroughly shut, what a shame. Maybe there's a key somewhere that would allow for it to be opened?
The bed is a simple wooden bed, and Bob can confirm that somebody is indeed sleeping in said bed. He then proceeds to try and open the door, but fails, it appears that the door is locked!
Hannah steps through the door closest to her; the door on the left. It leads to more of the hallway. It curves to the left, and there are two visible doors. A puddle of water has formed in front of one of the doors, as if there is some water on the other side of the door.
Leon goes through the door, and finds himself in a very messy bedroom, a large hoard of papers covers pretty much everything, even the bed is covered under a hill of papers. The other door in the room fortunately isn't.
Despite Sam's best efforts, the book's title and the contents of it's many pages prove to be impossible to understand. Different types of script and different languages seem to be used interchangeably all throughout the book.
The rest of room is simply more of the same; a morgue, with nothing of particular interest except for a door.
Edgar steps out into a very small hallway, with two other doors. The hallway is empty, except for a single chair standing in the middle of the room, pointed in Edgar's direction.
The Hallway seems to extend a bit further, with two more doors leading to different rooms. The hallway is lined with mirrors, though it seems that someone has taken the time to thoroughly smash all of them, as the ground is covered in bits of mirror.
On his way to the door, Jaxton catches a glimpse of more of the room, revealing another door.
Jaxton finds himself in a children's bedroom, a large toy car stands in the middle of the road, it's front covered in blood as if it collided with something at high speed. A small kid's bed and a small closet are also present in the room, and there is one other door.
Hannah decides not to check out the door with the puddle of water infront of it for now. Shes gotten wet enough for today anyways, and she quietly walks towards the other door revealed, she opens it up quietly, her blade held firmly in her other hand. That is, if it is unlocked.
Apparently this is what some of my friends think of me here:
"Always drunk." - Nights
"He's cool." - Pi
"[INSULT] [INSULT] [INSULT]." - Sparky
"He's adorable." - Leere
"¯\_(ツ)_/¯" - Digits
Marion sighs, exasperated at the fact that she had to choose between three paths. She eventually decided to take the one closest to the door she came out of (the right door).
My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE!
My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
Jaxton heads towards the east-most door, glancing at the rest of the room as he does, and places his hand on the handle, not yet opening it
He jumps a bit at the noise. Still holding the box in his hands, Beth turns to take a look.
Leon sifts through some of the papers, scanning their contents to try to discern anything noteworthy out of them. Afterwards, if any pages are blank or have sizable blank portions to them, he takes them and slides them into his jacket's pockets before going through the eastern door.
Spect scoffed at the lock. "Who would bother to keep something like this locked? Unless it's got something quite important... or personal inside..." he said to himself. Looking around the room, he wondered where such a key could be. The desk could be promising, so he examined the furniture piece in case it has any drawers or other storage compartments. Even if there are none, he also searches the top of the desks as well, moving aside some of the books as he searches.
Current Avatar: Matt the Pirate Knight (Bullet Heaven 2)
Meet Ashen the shoulder dragon!
He quietly attempts to return to the other room and open another door.
What again?
"Well... there goes the quiet approach."
Braun does his best to avoid stepping on the shards of broken mirror, but can't help to have few crackle sharply underfoot. He comes to the first door on his right. He turns the handle slowly, making little noise and, without stepping in, gives the door a push with enough force to swing it well open. He wants no more than to look inside from his position in the hall before making a decision to move on, or enter.
Hey is it too late to join in on this game? I mean it kind of already started...
Unfortunately, it kind of is, but maybe we can decide on something if you want to? PM me (or add me on Discord, if you PM me I'll give you my username if you want) so we can discuss possibilities if you really want to join.
I'll be making an actual update post probably tomorrow even if not everyone has posted yet (which is the case, two people have yet to post)
Character Name: Piper
Character Pronoun: She
Character Appearance: Piper has short-ish brown hair and hazel eyes. She always has headphones either on her head, or hanging on her neck, and wears a blue hoodie with pockets on the front.
Extra Info: She carries her old-school mp3 player with her at all times, though you could hardly call it "old school" with how many modifications she's made over the years. (Such as battery life, or a bigger storage capacity to hold more... dubiously acquired songs.)
Hannah walks further down the hall, stepping over the puddle of water to get to the other door, and tries to open it. Unfortunately for her though, the door appears to be locked. Walking down the hall does lead her to discover three more doors though.
Marion tries to open the door, but fails, it's about as stuck as it can get.
As he walks past a stack of wooden cubes with letters on them, the stack collapses. Three cubes land in front of him, spelling 'R' 'U' 'N'
Beth can't really make out anything in the dark room, but he can see something moving around in the room. Perhaps it's not a good idea to stay?
Most pages are filled to the brim with text written in a strange script and language, but some are empty enough to be written upon.
The eastern door leads to what appears to be some sort of entrance hall, with three visible doors.
Unfortunately, Spect's searches prove fruitless, as no key turns up. Maybe it's hidden in another room?
Fortunately for Bob, that door isn't locked. He reenters the Dining Room only to find a lavish dinner standing on the table, and it smells delicious, albeit a bit... strange.
The door opens up into a small, barely decorated bedroom. A simple, worn bed takes up some of the space, and a small crate stand on the floor in front of it, it's lid placed diagonally on the crate itself, meaning it's not really closed.
Piper wakes up from the strangest dream she's ever had, though all she can remember is that it was strange, just like the place she finds herself in, sitting on a wooden couch in an old-fashioned Operating Theatre, and judging by the pool of blood in the middle of the room, it's seen it's fair share of use. Though the room lacks windows, she can hear the sound of rain hitting the roof of the building. From where she's standing, she can see two doors leading into other rooms.
Marion simply shrugs. I see, this jammed door is just another way to railroad me into following the Plot, she ponders. Acting methodically, she walks over to the door opposite her current door and attempts to open that.
My avatar is a Nuclear Ender-Creeper in SPAAAAAACE!
My RP: An Island
Why 'Fire at Will'? Why not Bob, Joe, or anybody else?
Veni, Vidi, Vici Caelus!
What didya expect, the Spanish Inquisition?
¿Ðïd ♥ ¥ΩÜ ♪ knòw ™ yóu ☺ çæñ ♂ τypε ▲ Ãll † øf ↔ thi§ ± wîτЋ « ÿöüΓ ♫ k€ЏßØα®d?
What?
After what Bob found in the cupboard, he knows that food doesn't usually show up out of nowhere, so he inspects it carefully to make sure he isn't hallucinating. He would rather eat something that isn't his imagination, such as that hand (only after inspection though).
What again?