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 Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 8:34 pm
Algie looked up from under the trees and squinted a bit, "I'm not sure if I should be grateful or disappointed." He also patted a tree trunk before stepping back out and moving again to avoid all the mushrooms. "Do you see any other doors?" They should leave if the garden had nothing to offer them.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 8:43 pm
"Not in here but there was another hallway with another set of doors," Jeremiah huffed, fingers briefly finding Algie's as he went by. "We'll head that way." Head tilting towards the door, the detective waited for the other two to walk in front of him before he was also following them back out of the green house. Avoiding the mushrooms all the way. PeanutButterpies move back to the front of the house with your post, if you would <3 i know where we're going next >3
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 8:51 pm
The trees lack of anything was disappointing but Chris obliged the detective, picking his way through the garden and out the door back into the front of the house. He almost missed it for a second, the smell and feel of the earth, before he settled back into the feel of 'house'.
"Where to next?" He asked, wanting to clarify where to go to.
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 9:03 pm
Back by the stairs, Jeremiah pointed towards the other hallway that they had not been down. "The only other option for the moment." Which meant, clearly, that was where they were to go. Moonstone Dazzle hi, we're here to play WHAT'S DOWN THIS HALLWAY
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2016 9:23 pm
Down the hallway they had not been, just to the left of the stairs, was the door to the beautiful outside garden. Just as ornate and elaborate as the others, it was carved with roses and thorns, vines winding up the wooden paneling of the door.
Across the way, there are two very opposite doors- one which is not nearly as nice as even the plainer doors of the house, just sort of thrown on for the sake of being a door. The other is slightly nicer, but just as unimpressive. These must not be for the main guests, as far as one can tell.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 11:09 am
“I am NOT a M… mouse?” He blinked and looked around. Ok maybe slightly…damn he had to work on that…. oh…s**t… The others! He took a breath, feeling sick as he stared at the basement stares. He could still, with far too fresh a recollection, remember the ‘leg’ stabbing him to the floor. But… “s**t.” he swore and headed back the way they had gone before. If nothing else he needed to try and let them know he was… alive? And … ok? This was all -way- too weird. “God I’m sorry Autumn. I’ll do better ok?” He whispered with determination. He headed back to the basement to try and get back to the awful room of mirrors.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 11:26 am
The HALL OF MIRRORS doors do not exist. Instead, Zac simply finds himself in the trophy room. Alone. The entire place is filled with extraordinary animals- deer in colors they should not be, things that look like dragons, a rabbit with antlers.
...What the ********? Rabbits don't have antlers. That's just ridiculous.
The animals are all taxidermied, frozen in poses of action and motion. They are arranged in fight scenes, big cats lunging for their prey. It is beautiful and eerie, all at once.
However, in the back of the room, there are two great stags. They are the color of the night sky, raised upon their hind legs in majestic posing. Their gazes cast downwards, to an oddly assembled pile of boxes and other garbage which seems... odd, for the splendor of this house. As if it is blocking something.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 11:44 am
He swore… a string of swears that probably would have, had Zac known about the event, done ‘Swearing at spiders Autumn’ proud, with a few interesting twists granted by ‘British Detective Dad’ influence. The door, was not…there. He couldn’t help, he had no idea who was still alive or how they were doing. So what was left? Take stock… examine… do BETTER than he had before. That was life right? Do BETTER than before, try and help her. Ok… so there was, a jackalope… right, after Angler-Spider it somehow seemed less far fetched. Deer in a myriad of colors that made very little sense to him, but they were very well posed. He wanted, on a level to touch them, to see how real they felt but this time it was hands to your self until you were more sure. Besides, the stags, the great, Night-walker meets Pax creatures gazing down at… junk. Well, it didn’t fit, like the lantern it didn’t fit. He swallowed hard, and approached with caution. He was alone this time. If he died…again, who would even know? “So… are we mice…or… humans.” He said and then rolled eyes at himself after the recent conversation. “Hickory Dickory Dock… a**.” He swore and crept forward to carefully do a visual once over of the Trash. He might or might not have been worried that it would be the next thing he found ‘alive’… That or he was about to be trampled by deer. Life was great! “Oh my god Autumn I swear I’m making sure you get a room mate so someone has a better idea what happened to you because DAMN.” He made an anxious sound and reached out cautiously to...poke the trash with one finger.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 11:50 am
At the touch, one of the boxes shifts. It's just a touch, what did you expect? But if Zac looks closely, behind the piled high planks and refuse, there is a hole in the wall. Unfinished, crumbling. It isn't tall enough to stand in, let alone kneel. If he wishes to explore further, he will have to crawl through the hole on his belly.
After, you know. He actually interacts further with the trash.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 12:05 pm
“…a hole…great… I swear.” He took a breath and let it out and then started cautiously moving away the rest of the trash. For no…particular reason he tried to make it at least slightly organized. “… Ok …hole, let’s… see what awful things you lead to. Also… I am…calling you a rabbit hole because damnit …no I’m not letting mouse comments get to me, I am NOT!” (He totally wasn’t) Brave little mouse, stupid little mouse, he shimmied his way down the hole cautiously. The urge to make a wonderland joke was there, but he counted it as being of a slightly hysterical nature. ((Also hey! you blocked the mirror room he can’t get back to Thorne ;D @ trash))
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 12:21 pm
The hole gets thinner and thinner, as if it is trying to suffocate Zac. It is tight, pressing, and he feels like he is going to be trapped. Yet he pushes onward, ever onward. For all that the hole is oppressive, it is not actually going to kill him.
At the end of the tunnel, there is a small room. It is just barely tall enough for Zac to stand up. The walls are made of brick, and it feels added on compared to everything else. A secondary thought.
The room's center has a perch, which bears a small bird. Its colors are brilliant and beautiful, but its wings have been broken. It is chained in multiple places to the perch, weighed down forcefully to its prison. When Zac enters, it looks up, startled.
"S-someone found me! Someone found me!" It cries, then begins to BAWL. It sounds rather like a hurt child as it cries, the sound echoing around the small room.
"I- I don't know what I did! I don't know why she's mad, all I said was FRIEND!"
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 12:31 pm
“Oh…hell.” He said softly. The broken wings on the small animal are, heart breaking enough. Mogget is at least more prone to slam into windows than catch birds , he’s much better at catching things that skitter…and leaving them places like shoes. And … it sounds like a wounded child. Worse and worse. But it’s also chained down, he’s trying hard to tell himself there is a reason for that, not to jump to any snap choices but… oh god it sounds like a kid. “Shhh Shhh… It… I’ll” He starts at promises and stops. “Who is ‘She’? Can… can you tell me what happened? Maybe it…will help?” He said. He stands up, cautiously but glad for the room, casting about to see what there is beside the cage. Other doors? Keys? How is the perch attached? “When you said, Friend, what….what was the context? Maybe I can help you make …amends while I’m here?”
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 12:36 pm
"No, no, no!!! I won't make her angry again, I won't! She did all of this!!! She put me here, she tricked the girl, she broke my wings-ALL I SAID WAS FRIEND!" It wails, pained. Suddenly, there is a ball of light around the bird- it screams in recognition of the light, devolving into panicked NONONONONONO.
"She heard you, she hears everything, she's contro-"
It seizes up, convulses... and it is dead. The chains disappear, and it falls off of the perch, hitting the floor with a 'thump'.
There is nothing left for Zac here.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 12:55 pm
“No no no it’s ok! Let me try and … “ He reaches for it, but… It’s too late… convulsions, death. “s**t… no…god… god DAMNIT…” He swore and sank fingers into his hair, curling them and pulling in frustration. “… Why do you have to ******** EVERYTHING UP” He cursed at himself, leaning back against a wall for a moment, trying to calm himself. He was not… he was NOT letting this happen to Autumn. “Damn… I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” he told the bird. It was probably a stupid as hell thing, but he carefully picked it up and tried to put it in his shirt pocket. Maybe he could… burry it, he’d seen the outside from one of the windows, right? Didn’t it deserve that much at least? He then turned and carefully peered back up the tunnel before starting cautiously upward. All it said was…. friend. Tricked the girl… Thoughts ran back and forth in his head to little avail.
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2016 1:38 pm
The garden doors looked more inviting. He found the plainer doors interesting, and next on the list, but that fact that he still held a plant book and the previous room had amounted to nothing urged him towards there. "Garden? Probably not linked to anywhere else but the goal are the keys correct?" Exploring everywhere would be necessary he assumed. "If we go from faerie circles to proper english garden though-" He huffed sarcastically, "I'll feel near patronized."
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