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

[kissthemoons]

Well, she didn't like the sound of any of that. Nevermind that it seemed to be pretty confusing with the 'Calamity-marked' and the 'Mog' and the 'Heroes of Light' mumbo jumbo most people around here were spouting, now the dolls had to go and get in on it, too? Sheeze, she thought to herself, rubbing that bright light out of her eyes.

As they re-grouped, she crossed her arms over her chest, weapons back in their proper places, Kid tapped her foot impatiently on the ground. Serge had gotten hurt, but it seemed that most of the others had already expressed their concerns— making anything she would have to add just more worry for him to deal with.

She's more content to follow along than to stand still, but as that dizzying effect takes hold of them again, she stumbles just slightly, bumping into Serge with an— "Oof," to find him once again, fleshy and solid... and in pain. "S-sorry, mate."

But yeah, why don't we focus on that GOOD NEWS, EVERYBODY?

??????

[timecrash]

Serge stands with some difficulty, groaning... "Nah, it's fine. I'll live..." He pauses, looking down at the discarded gift box. "Weird..." He has, at least, learned his lesson about touching things in this room. He gives the box a gentle prod with his oar.

When this accomplishes nothing other than a mildly-crinkled bow, he bends down to open the dreaded box. "It's... I have no idea what this is."

He pulls the object out, unfolding a... very cozy-looking whale kigurumi. "Why is there a random set of adult-size footie pajamas in the death museum?"

[kissthemoons]

She's peering over his shoulder trying to get the next best look at... oh my god, footie pajamas?! "Don't look at me!" she has no idea how it had gotten here, let alone how someone could wear it and still look at themselves in a mirror the next day.

But if there was anyone in this group that might wear them, well... she looks up suspiciously at some of her prime suspects— Klonoa or maybe even Richard... and an eyebrow raises when she gets to Corrin... would she? Hmm.

[wind_in_my_ears]

Klonoa finishes up the Curing on Serge, letting the fabric knit back together, fluffing out his limbs and... Klonoa actually has a lot of experience putting completely trashed dolls back together. He follows the others inside, shuddering as he no longer becomes a plush doll and returns to having hands that won't squeak when he puts them together.

He glances at Kid, and only offers a shrug. "Pajamas with feet on them just seem like a bad idea to me." If you get too hot, how are you supposed to cool down at night?

[defenestraighttomyheart]

Richard Conway heaves outward arm outstretched. "Wait! Damnit, Serge! Stop going off without-"

But it was too late. Everyone fell to the ground, one by one. Richard Conway fell to his stuffed little ragdoll knees, landing face first onto the laminated tilework...

And then got back up rubbing his head, wondering what the hell just happened. Upon feeling actual hair, he immediately looked at his hands, and then looked into his trousers for a second, heaving out a relieved sigh.

"Just... Don't do that again, Serge. I now have a heart that can have attacks again."

[bladeofconquest]

[After a moment's pause, Corrin raises her hand, somewhat embarrassingly.] "Ah, if nobody else wants them, they look like they might fit me and...honestly, they look comfy."

[She'll probably want to put them through the wash first of course, just in case.]

[defenestraighttomyheart]

Richard tenses slightly, then lowers the brim of his hat a little, blushing slightly.

Oh my god, she's going to wear that thing around the apartment. He didn't know whether to laugh or to stifle some truly unmanly sounds that squeaked from the back of his throat from how adorable that mental image was.

"I think it's all you, Ms. Corrin."

[kissthemoons]

Sorry Corrin, but that glance Kid had just given turns into A Look at hearing her request. It's a look that says— so that's her style, huh... in only a slightly-judgemental way.