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 Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2012 3:51 pm
  Right next to the booth where students can sign up for the scavenger hunt, is a single, ornate mirror.
Looking into it gives you no reflection, but if you ask, you're told that you should step inside of it. The mirror is the doorway to a terrible House of Mirrors. Inside, you'll find numerous mirrors of varying effects within. Your reflection is seen in all directions. Some have been stretched. Some have been squashed. Others have been distorted in completely other twisted ways.
Even the ones that seem to be normal... there is just something a little off and somewhat disturbing as you peer at it. Did your reflection just move in a way you hadn't? Is there something strange about your eyes? These are just some of the mysteries you'll find within.
Navigating this place is not easy. With the reflections all around, it's hard to see the various twists and turns of the corridors. At times a wrong turn will simply lead you to a dead end.
You might see others around, but how do you tell what's a reflection and what's the real deal?Quote: This is a free ORP to use for roleplay, or to use to meet up with people you need for your scavenger hunt!
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 10:37 pm
Victoria found this place by chance.
She's never leaving. Ever.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 10:40 pm
Mort stumbled in not too long afterwards, looking giddy and a little flushed at the cheeks. And by flushed, they were a little more purple.
Maybe he was just tipsy from the emotion of the festivities. Or maybe someone had been nice enough to slip him a few something somethings. Either way, the zomboil tottered into the house of mirrors unwittingly and blinked at the myriad of mirrors with mixed emotions.
Lulz for the lulz ones. Wariness for the more distorted ones. Mort had seen enough versions of himself to not like unnatural changes of himself by instinct. "Mrrr . . . Hullo?"
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 10:46 pm
"Hello, Sir Zombie!" An all too cheerful voice greeted him; Victoria had no trouble navigating the place, or telling what's "real" from what's not. It was silly to mistake someone for a mirror image!
"Isn't this place just wonderful?" She sighed happily, floating towards the boil.
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 10:52 pm
Sir what? Mort blinked owlishly at the ghostly ghoul and tilted his head this way and that as if to make sure she wasn't merely the byproduct of plentiful mirrors and an unnoticed smudge on his glasses. "Errr . . . guess so?" It wasn't his favorite, but Underland was meant to be full of weird things like this anyway.
"Oh. Uh. New around here?" he asked. "D-Don't think recognize you."
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 10:56 pm
Victoria mirrored - hah! - the zombie boil's head tilting action, finding his movements rather fun to follow.
"Yes I am, Sir," She hovered in front of him, and curtsied, "Victoria Marie Bloodworth, but you may call me Victoria. I was accepted into the school shortly after Fright Night!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 11:16 pm
Huh! Well this would make things easier then. "'Grats," he said with a smile, wavering in place (watching her mimic him wa a little dizzying) before he effected a bow in return because, well, why not? He was a Sir now. "Mortimer McNeal, Mort i-is short. Third year. S'good to see newblood."
A hand fished around in his coat pocket for the scavenger hunt list and pen. "S-So is first year, yes? Mind signing name on here?" He offered both items and indicated the second slot. "Also should think've s-signing up for big brother program, if want someone for guiding."
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 11:24 pm
"Pleasure to meet you, Sir Mort," Victoria beamed, taking the pen and paper from him before signing her name under the indicated slot, "Big brother program? Dear Sally, I've never had a big brother before! Only big sisters!"
So many sisters.
"Is McNeal your last name, Sir Mort?" She asked as she returned the items back to their owner. She then fished out her own scavenger hunt list and pen from a pocket on her skirt, "Could you sign here please? On the fourth slot!"
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Posted: Tue Nov 13, 2012 11:50 pm
At the mention of big sisters, Mort imagined Belladonna and her sisters and winced sympathetically. Jack only knew how well he was doing with just the one younger brother, but imagining more than one? And as ghouls? Nope. Not touching all that emotional storm. "Thanks! N' sure," he replied as he took the pen and scrawled his signature in as indicated.
There was a scavenger clue specifically about him? Huh. owo
"Could still, ah, get big sister. S'just the program name . . ." He glanced at one of the mirrors where he swore his reflection had just waved at him. "Mrrrr . . . So've you been having fun at Amity, Victoria?" She had come after Frite Night, which must have meant . . . Ah good. She hadn't had to deal with all of that Hunter and Insanity nonsense.
Here the whispers would have bothered him, but the cider from earlier had taken the edge off to where he could imagine they didn't exist anymore.Dragain hopping off to sleep ;; BUT WILL CONTINUE IN THE MORN'
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 1:56 pm
Nessa stumbles through the mirror and smacks right into another one. She jumps and looks around at all the reflections she is seeing. She whispers to herself " what did i just get myself into?!"
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 6:44 pm
Mirrors. Mirrors everywhere. The whole location looked a bit familiar: the sparkles and flashes of the most genuine crystal hypnotized her, itching her eyes, every move multiplied, and the reflections were desperately trying to defeat the cold emptiness of the hall. Had she always been that poetic, or was it a trace the Insanity left in her mind, her vision?.. Eisheth did not know.
However, she figured she somehow enjoyed the place: it calmed her down melting away the worries and the late thoughts. As if she hadn't had enough food for thoughts and meditations already.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 7:35 pm
"Thank you!" Victoria beamed at the slip of paper, like she had just received the signature of a movie star; it was just that exciting for her to be participating in this event, "Now I need to find someone with a weapon, someone with red hair, someone from the Famine Clan, and someone with a small natural form... Would you happen to know anyone, Sir Mort?"
She figured that since he had been in school for a longer period of time, perhaps he could send her in the right direction... Not that she was opposed to going up to others, and asking them. Tucking the pen and paper back into her pocket, she patted it twice to make sure that it was safely tucked away before tilting her head up towards the boil again.
"Is that so? I wonder why they didn't call it the Big Brother and Sister program instead?" She asked, doing the head tilt thing that Mort was doing earlier. The question posed was answered with a nod, followed by a wide smile, "It is very interesting to be here, Sir Mort! I've never been away from home for so long before... And on my own! It gets lonely, but I think Matron will be proud of be for being independent, and a good ghoul."
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 7:52 pm
Carrol approached the strange mirror soon after he'd received his list of people to scavenge, the crumpled paper clutched in his tiny hands. The wig monster was no stranger to his own reflection, but this looking glass didn't seem to be coughing it up, not even when he hopped up and down in front of it or gave it the finger.
"What's this?" he asked, resisting the sudden urge to hum the rest of the festive tune. When he turned a questioning glance at a couple of the older Amityville kids standing around, they motioned him forward with suspicious grins on their cheery faces. Weirdos.
Before jumping in, he took a second to weigh the possibility that this mirror had been created to eat guests of the school against the fact that Amity didn't need any more bad press, and they probably wouldn't do something like that. Then he hopped inside with a gleeful shriek, breaking his fall with a tall thin mirror that made him look like a chicken.Quote: Carrol has 126 silver seeds and will be harassing people soon.
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Posted: Wed Nov 14, 2012 10:18 pm
Awww~ He knew the homesick feels and almost reached out to pat her head, but decided against it; Mort didn't want to get all his touchy feely-ness on the new ghoul five minutes into their first conversation.
"Mrrr. Weapon one's easy, know couple've reapers with those: l-look for, uh . . ." He blinked again and pushed his glasses up despite not needing the adjustment; the world had tilted for some reason. "Look for ghoul with long blond hair n' wings, is valkyrie named Freya. Or, ah, her sister has split-colored skin n' hair but also has weapon." Mort had yet to be updated about Hel's new look.
The next two suggestions had him grinning fondly. "Red hair's hard to find, b-but know've two people: LW's a werewolf, listen for bell ringing o-or look for gold gryphon - s'her boilfriend. Other one is Bell-a-don-na Divine," he spelled out, as her long name had given him trouble before - and knowing that he was a bit tipsy in front of a new student was extra pressure. "Short ghoul with lots've red curly hair. I-Is a witch with great . . . assets. Also likes lots've black n' pink n' Victorian style, s-so think you'd get along! Famine Clan's easy to identify 'cuz tend to wear long robes n' look almost undead sometimes with bones n' . . . stuff. But m'friends with Sal: look for tall walking laundry pile with white hair, blood, n' horns.
"Can't, er, list anyone off top've my head for small form. Look for short people?" Mort offered most helpfully with a dopey grin. "Oh! Know you're new n' all, but know've anyone who . . ." He trailed off, looked at his list, and announced with a raised brow, " 'Eats all the things'?"Dragain when i said morning i apparently meant night 8D
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Posted: Thu Nov 15, 2012 9:05 am
The reaper ghoul had been heading for the music room--which she could NOT find, when she saw the sign up for the scavenger hunt, and the mirror which could be stepped through. It was fascinating to her.
Terra stepped through the mirror, then started forward, looking at all the various reflections of herself. The thing was--Terra moved closer to one, digging out a small makeup kit from her purse. Then she started fixing up her makeup and ignoring the fact that her eyes looked strange. A line here, a smudge there--
"Much better," she said, admiring her makeup.
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