Event || A History of Light and Darkness

[eternitymods]

Who: Brave Explorers and/or Those Poor Souls Being Dragged Along by Friends
When: Oct 15-30th
Where: Thilmit Border Post, inside the Old Heranean Doll Museum
What: The Heroes of Light received a strange letter, and are now being asked to investigate the strange occurrences at the old doll museum.
Warnings/Notes: OOC Post Warnings for Spookiness, Creepy Dolls. Post toplevels for each group. Please post warnings as needed for memory fragments and exploration. For random numbers, use the dice functions on Plurk or Discord.



The Old Heranean Doll Museum is a small building, but somehow the dark, dusty windows and poorly maintained roof give it a menacing feel as you approach. The sign says, "OPEN"...although, as you approached, you think it might have been turned to "CLOSED".

The door creaks as it swings open, though there is no one from the museum to greet you as you enter. A cold breeze blows in behind you, sapping any lingering warmth in the room. The building is dark, and cobwebs are starting to form in the corners of the lobby and on the velvet rope stanchions that guide the flow of traffic in and out. Out of a shadowy corner, a large centipede skitters across the floor and into a crack low on the wall.

At the reception desk, one of the antique dolls sits, unmoving, unblinking. That goes without saying. Its eyes do not follow you as you enter.... The hairs prickling up on the back of your neck are just coincidence, that's all.

There is another doll perched on the wooden brochure display stand near the door. It's strange that the curator leaves the display pieces out where visitors can touch them....

As you enter, you hear something whistling through the air toward you a moment before it makes a impact. A tiny pebble, too small to do any damage other than a brief stinging. During this moment of distraction, the door slams and locks.

When you look at the spots where the dolls were perched a moment ago, there is now just empty space. There is movement in the shadows, and the nearly imperceptible sound of tiny shapes creeping around.

As you move past the lobby into the exhibits, a sign above the entryway declares:

Welcome to the Old Heranean Doll Museum. We hope you enjoy our historic Heroes of Light displays.

Comments

[whirluendo_of_puns]

Let's go have a look, then.

[They pass by a vending machine on the way to the display case section. Kisegawa pauses to study it for a moment. Some of the snacks have been completely depleted since it was last restocked, while others appear nearly untouched...]

Well, well. Looks like someone has been on a Kupo Nut binge.

[beariot]

That's... huh.

Maybe there's some vagrant moogle living in the museum?

"A shame, really. I was feeling a bit peckish..."

[ Ursula leaned in the examine the machine more closely. Untouched, the other snacks were, but they also seemed mostly fresh. So this wasn't just an abandoned machine, either. ]

[witchwithoutacause]

Kinda on the edge of burning those dolls already...

[ But she's probably seen more horror movies than everyone else here combined. Apparently. ]

Guess it'd be weird for moogles to be in league with creepy dolls though?

[saint_sami]

[Sasami crossed her arms and sighed, annoyed.]

I still say it's those annoying Moogles from earlier...

[righthandstand]

I keep hearing about these Moogles some of you guys ran into. What’s with them?

[They sound like annoying pieces of shit, and doll pranks sound like the kind of thing a group of dumbasses would do. In the meantime, he walks over to an empty display case while Uendo and Ursula inspect the vending machine. He’s glad the new lady is helping them out, as is his adult roommate.]

So they broke into the cases and stole the dolls for what? Getting people to pay attention to the museum again?

[whirluendo_of_puns]

Those so-called Moogles of Light? They showed up out of nowhere and picked a fight with us while we were investigating the PuPus. Definitely the type to hold a grudge. I wouldn't put petty pranks past them.

[She leaves the vending machine to have a look at the display case herself. A quick scan with the flashlight reveals some Kupo-Bar candy wrappers on the bottom of the case.]

Nor littering, evidently.

[beariot]

If this machine was stocked recently, but still cleared out of all kupo-nut flavored snacks, then they may still be nearby.

So let's stay on the lookout for them.

[righthandstand]

[Okuyasu sticks his hand into one of the empty cases and feels around the bottom. Some sort of switch, a calling card, a hidden doll or a ransom note, more snack wrappers. And unopened snack, in the best case scenario. Whatever is beneath the cushions.]

Those little shits sound like they leave everything behind--

[And when his fingers brush against a metallic bit, the space around them darkens. Purple bruises spread over their vision, and when Okuyasu opens his eyes, he is blinded by a neon green surrounding.]

[witchwithoutacause]

Sometimes I'm glad I've been stayin' out of some of this weird junk.

[ And look what happens when she gets involved in weird junk.

It gets weird. Amanda immediately throws both hands out to either side. ]

Whoa, hey, whoa, uh?

[saint_sami]

[Sasami gasps as everything goes completely trippy, scaring her senseless.]

Wh-what's going on?! What's happening here!?

[whirluendo_of_puns]

What the...!?

[Where the devil did they end up? A... tank of some sort? It feels like liquid surrounding them, but then, shouldn't they be unable to breathe? The more she tries to make sense of this, the more sluggish her thoughts grow. Kisegawa gives her head a sharp shake, trying to shift her attention to the others for now.

It's only then that she realizes she can see one extra person present -- an elderly man's still body, slumped over a low table, face shoved into a bowl...]

Shisho? [She recoils, pale as a sheet.] No, but that can't-- This has to be some kind of a trick...!

[Why the hell is she seeing this now? And more importantly, why the hell can't she think straight?]

[righthandstand]

Guys? There's a dead dude here!

[Okuyasu kicks at the thick liquid that fills his lungs yet can't suffocate him. Someone snuck in here earlier and died, this is what happened, they're going to die!]

Someone break this thing!

[Okuyasu kicks at the tank, but his foot doesn't even cause a crack. It's completely hopeless, and it's all his fault, why did he have to be an idiot and poke around in places where he wasn't suppose to be?

Another vision forms in the tank: a spark of electricity, growing to a dangerous size until a bleeding man wearing a school uniform similar to Okuyasu's appears.]

Okuyasu! I knew you'd find a way to screw me over!

Bro?

[The man and electricity disappear once Okuyasu turns around to face what he hopes was just a trick of the mind.]

[beariot]

[ A woman in a strange, showy outfit but entirely lacking in any smile, scowling at Ursula and the others, stood before them as well. ]

You're a failure as a teacher and you'll never fly again.

[ Ursula could only shift her gaze away, in turn, but... at least the presence of that woman confirmed something for her. ]

These are just illusions. Nothing we're sensing is actually happening.

[saint_sami]

I-Illusions...?

[And as she says this, she turns to see a young Japanese man glaring at her, what looks like a sword hilt in his hand.]

B-Big brother Tenchi...?

Did you really think that we'd accept someone like you? A fake?

N-No... no! Tenchi... Tenchi would never say that!

[witchwithoutacause]

He wouldn't. No. ...right.

[ Just like her parents don't call her a failure directly to her face.

They just imply that she's not taking anything seriously (why would she?) and they disparage her friends and interests (subtly, or they think so) and merely hint (ha!) at how much they need her to stick with the family business.

She bites her lip to keep from lashing out as they lay into her, how she hasn't already gotten herself set up with some kinda spectacular business here, is she lazy or stupid? ]

...what if we... start hittin' 'em?

[whirluendo_of_puns]

[Taifu Toneido's dead body stays unmoving and silent, yet the silence feels no less accusing than the biting words of the other apparitions. This is your fault. This would have never happened if it weren't for you. Why didn't you stop it?

Kisegawa forces herself to look away. It's easier to get angry at what her teammates are being subjected to -- especially the kids. And especially Amanda. There are few things more vile than parents who corrode their child's heart with casual cruelties.]

Tempting, but unlikely to work. Just leave them to rot.

[At least the anger is sharpening her senses and helping her think. Shisho's body is slumped over the dressing room table. Even the sake bottle, the half-eaten manju, and the karuta cards are all there. But the room doesn't seem to be fully formed, and there are other things she doesn't recognize...]

This liquid... Is it taking pieces of our memories and merging them together?

[righthandstand]

[Okuyasu punches the side of the tank.] Damn! What's with this place? How are we seein' all this?

[He eyes the old man slumped over at the table. Keicho is gone, thankfully...but what else is the green liquid going to pull from his memories? Nothing good, and god knows how much shit Okuyasu's seen.]

That guy's still here. How are we gonna make him go away? [He toes Taifu's side. The illusion has some give, but after he presses hard enough, his shoe passes through the man, its body dissipating into green. When he pulls it out, the illusion reforms slowly.]

We're still breathin'. It's like that Dream Width thing, ain't it? Find the exist? Realize it ain't real? [He turns to the others. They need to have a better idea. They have to know what to do.]

[beariot]

We can work faster if we work together. [ Ursula quickly jumped in. The nervous anxiety she seemed to carry with her most of the time was almost completely gone, her eyes focused and her voice firm and clear. ]

Everyone grab hands. The illusions are immaterial, so if we're holding on to each other, we can at least assure ourselves that we're all still real and still hear. People on the ends of this chain, feel around for a door or any other exit.

Everyone got it?

[saint_sami]

G-Got it!

[Sasami had to swallow down her worry and panic over what she was seeing. It wasn't real, like they said. Right? She quickly went for Kisegawa's hand, just to make sure she had someone close.]

[witchwithoutacause]

...oh god, holding hands.

[ Having something to sarcasm at is helping more than holding hands. Definitely holding hands isn't going to help her at all, and she totally didn't reach for Ursula first thing.

But darn, she was kinda cool when she got her act together. ]

[righthandstand]

[Holding hands with and adult man, a litte girls, a girl his age, oor a little kid? The choice is obvious.

It's still awkward when he reaches out for Kisegawa's free hand, just by the fingertips. He trusts him not to tease him about it later. He hopes.]

Okay? Now what?

[whirluendo_of_puns]

You'll survive it somehow, I'm sure.

[Kisegawa gives Sasami's hand a reassuring squeeze. Okuyasu, on the other hand (hah), gets an exasperated sigh.]

I'm not going to bite, you know. Now, if this is partially based on my memory, then the door should be...

[There it is -- the sliding door leading out of the dressing room. It should logically lead out into a hallway and a courtyard... but then again, it might not. It could be someone else's memory out there, for all she knows. Or an exit, with any luck.]

[saint_sami]

[That squeeze is reassuring, causing Sasami to smile a bit. She spots the door as well.]

There...! That has to be the way!

[beariot]

Calm minds and even hearts, everybody! Focus on what's real!

Try to reach for that door. If you can touch it, it's a real thing. Just keep a calm mind, and an even heart. Your body knows the way...

[ She hadn't realized it, but she was squeezing Amanda's hand pretty tightly. Despite the resolve in her voice, her hand was still twitching, still very much afraid... ]

[witchwithoutacause]

And if it's not, we keep trying.

[ Amanda, meanwhile, is holding on kinda tight. Like, it might hurt. Good thing you're secretly really strong, right, prof? ]