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Event || A History of Light and Darkness
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.
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.
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She sighs audibly when the zombies are reduced to ash, letting her guard down just enough for her to get YEETed. ]
Ow...
[ She gingerly touches her forehead where the empty can made contact. Stooping down, she collects it and examines this. Really? This is what they get? She tries to squeeze it, but the can keeps its shape.
Her attention is brought back to the matter at hand when she hears that familiar groan. She quickly glances towards the zora. ] Dante. [ There's command in her voice, as though saying take care of this guy as she nods at the victim. First a frog, now a zombie? Poor thing.
Since that's now Not Her Responsibility™, she strides over to the other side of the room and glances up at the sign Preservation Room above the door. Sure. Sounds fun. She pushes it gently and it readily swings outward. What she wasn't ready for, though, was the enormous Chocobo Plushie sitting smack in the middle of the room, emergency light above it literally putting it in the spotlight. Thinking for a moment it was another enemy, Ena gasps in surprise, then calms when she realizes it's just a toy. She looks back at everyone else - Do you guys see this??? ]
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Dante. ♪
[She echoes Ena's sentiment, but her command comes with her outstretched hands. She waits for the holy water to be delivered to her before she can walk over and administer it to Red herself, the poor guy. Let's see...she's no really sure how this works, but drinking holy water doesn't sound like a wise thing to do.]
You poor thing. Please, close your eyes and let me help.
[She pours some of the water into her hand before tilting Red's face up, and then she splashes the water against him, and rinse and repeat until the zombie status is gone. She ignores the Chocobo Plush for now, slouching so she can look Red in the eyes.]
How are you feeling? Please come back to us.
Rolled another 1. Gonna skip this one
In the meantime, he's gonna take this time to check around the immediate vicinity. Might be something useful lying around, right? Might not. They're here to look around anyway, so might as well give it a chance. The zora perks up after seeing what looks like an out of place jewelry box and decides to give it a closer look.
Once it's in his hands, the box comes to life, teeth bared and trying to snap at an unimpressed Dante.)
Eh. All fake.
(The mimic is tossed over his shoulder before it can take a bite at him, flying through the air and colliding into a pile of dolls and repair tools with a satisfying crash and little response from the beastie.
He winds up looking over at where Ena is and finds the enormous plushie practically waiting under the spotlight. He smirks and gives an impressed whistle.)
Check out the fat chocobo. These things are pretty rare!
Roll of 6, opting for a CLUE
but, however out-of-it he may have seemed as he shambled along behind them, his eyes recalled a more familiar focus and intensity the moment Azusa stepped in front of him.]
...Guuhhhh...?
[He first barely even seems to register the water being flicked his way... but after a few splashes, he actually starts to wince at the touch of further 'doses', with the sickly, lifeless green shade quickly vanishing from his appearance, receding out from where the holy water struck him.
By the time he actually looked normal, he was blushing even under all that fur. A hand went to the back of his head, ostensibly to straighten out his hair and armor... but he did shyly avert his gaze for a moment alongside it.]
...I'm really eatin' the hits today, aren't I...
red's clues
She moves farther into the dark and peeks into the next room, which looks more like a technical area. Boxes, files, unrecognizable chemicals and contraptions all decorate the room, suggesting that this is where the real work in the museum takes place.
The rows of work tables are mostly empty, except for one. There's still one machine Ena isn't familiar with sitting on the table, a couple of tubes and petri dishes sitting near it. Not quite sure what that's supposed to be fore, she leaves it alone, hoping another one of her party members knows how to operate it without destroying private property. Instead, she reaches for the open file beside it. ]
...The Mog Doll?
DANGER DANGER DANGER
She laughs shortly at Ena's remark and withdraws her hand, straightening herself up.]
My, my. He is pretty important to our group, isn't he? Ufufu.
[And with that, she takes in the Chocobo moves over to join the others. Roomba-san has started to vacuum the floor in earnest. It's doing a pretty good job all things considered, the hardwood floor's starting to look a lot a nicer. Once she's closer, she sees something out of the corner of her eye and starts to wander into the next room, the Employee's only area, without making a single sound.]
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(The zora gives a fist pump towards Red (a seemingly natural gesture to zoras for some reason) before moving over to study the Mog Doll. Since he's currently working with the Chemist asterisk, Dante figures he'd be best off studying the doll and the chemicals lying around it. There's a moment of going through it all, including the file, and seeming...confused.)
This one's pretty strange, though. Made just like all the other dolls, but looks almost new. Can't tell if the plot's thickening or if this is just foreshadowing...
(Definitely something to keep in mind, either way. And once the others are ready to move on after this discovery, Dante will be tagging along with them.)
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doggone it, he couldn't remember. Oh well-- he's soon enough pulled from his mental fumbling by Roomba-san striking the side of his boot, and he hurries along to catch up with--]
...Azusa?
[Doggone it, he took his eyes off her for just a few seconds and-- wait, someone just went through that door, didn't they? Red tugs his goggles back down and hurries along behind the others.]
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[ She's about to say something more, but when she hears Red call for Azusa she knows something bad is up. She straightens and looks back the way she came and makes a beeline for where Red is...or, was. She sees one of the doors labeled EMPLOYEES ONLY swinging, and pushes in after them. ]