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Doors or taxidermy.

That was the choice and Thorne couldn't say he liked it. His spine crawled with terror, a new type of iciness slipping like poison inside of his veins. "I don't know what I expected," he said slowly, "but that, above all else, was not it." Still. He had to find a key somewhere, and chances were that maybe - maybe something was down here that might at least give them a clue.

He glanced at the room, taking a few steps towards the taxidermy less out of want and more in an effort to say he'd given it a once over. And then he rounded when the creepy factor of dead, staring eyes got too much for him to handle and said, "doors. Doors over dead animals."

And walked straight to the door on the right and jostled the handle. He would search every nook and cranny of whatever laid behind this before he went any closer to the taxidermy. His passion in art was nature - and something about the taxidermy was terrible and wrong. And he couldn't stomach it when he was already trying to stomach everything else.

"It certainly looks like a greenhouse," Asiya said, leaning in to peer at the glass more up close. After examining the glass, she then leaned back and frowned some. There didn't appear to be a door to the greenhouse on the side that they were on. "The door is probably on the other side. We can go try and find it, or perhaps go through one of the other doors. Either way, I leave it up to you."

Temperance seemed like the type to enjoy flowers and cute things. Asiya, too, enjoyed nature, so stopping at the greenhouse didn't seem like a bad idea. Yet then again, she was perfectly fine with exploring any aspect of the house. She just wanted to find more clues as to how to get Autumn back. That was the most important thing.

When Thorne touches the door, ALL PRESENT IN THE BASEMENT are struck with AN OVERWHELMING SENSE OF NAUSEA. It is enough to drop them to their knees, make their stomachs turn. But they also realize- this is where they're meant to be. Behind this door is whatever they're meant to face.

((OOC WARNING: BEHIND THIS DOOR IS A PLOT ELEMENT THAT WILL CHANGE THE POTENTIAL OUTCOME OF THE EVENT. IT IS NOT RECOMMENDED TO ENTER WITH LESS THAN THREE PLAYERS. FAILURE TO HAVE A TEAM PREPARED FOR WHAT FOLLOWS COULD RESULT IN IMMEDIATE EXPULSION FROM THE GAME.

WHEN THE TEAM IS READY, THEY MAY HEAD HERE TO PROCEED.))

Algie did jump because he almost always jumped, though his fist curled up in defensive instinct. Unfortunately there wasn't anything to punch yet. Instead he picked the book up and ran his broad fingers lightly over the cover.

"You know a bit of this, don't you?" With no one around he was freer with touching the other, leaning closer to Jeremiah and nudging him, "One of those secret hobbies of yours?"

Cooking, Flowers and learning nicknames in foreign languages.

"Let's see what it's telling us." He opened the book for perusal.

Asiya brightened up at the mention of succulent jewelry. She had always been interested in getting some of her own, but she had yet to do so. Maybe, after everything was said and done in Other Ashdown, she could look into it. "I knoooow," she exclaimed with a hint of excitement. "I think I'll try and get some once we get back to the regular world."

When Temperance opened the door, Asiya allowed herself to step inside. She blinked, taking all of the sights in. The trees were very interesting, but it was the flowers that really caught her attention. It was too bad she didn't know more about flowers in general. Knowledge of such things would have been useful there. "Do you think there is a way down," she asked, her eyes scanning for a potential way to get to the first level of the greenhouse. "It'd be nice to explore the whole place, you know?"

For a moment, Jeremiah's pinky was briefly linked with Algie's before the man opened up the book. There was no vision, no scene, nothing. It was just a book about the language of flowers.

Every kind.

"... suppose this could be useful later on," he snorted. "Bring it with us?" Jeremiah gave one more passing look around the room, trying to discern if there was anything that he could see but ...

"Time to move on, Alg?" If the other had the same feeling that this place would likely just offer them a safe haven but not a way out of the house or to Autumn.

It was, unfortunately, not a ladder. What it seemed to be was a rather large vine, draped over the walkway haphazardly. From Asiya and Temperance's viewpoint, there is no visible way down.

Darn.