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

[masqueraid]

( there's a wry grin at that— ) I think we'll be able to have a little more fun with them than just that.

( but as soon as joker got to running, it seemed that this strange little time-space vortex they'd wandered into began to change. it wasn't wholly unlike going through the Nav into the Metaverse, but with an added... heaviness to the air. )

We'll re-group after we've had the chance to pick the place apart. ( the generously sized multi-media room shifted into something darker before his eyes. he closed them for a moment, feeling the familiar ping of his third eye somewhere around the next few corners... )

Gecko, with me.

( he'll take the rookie. )

[geckoman]

Sure.

[Iwai has no problem coming after Ren...Joker. Code names are great and all but he's going to have to take a moment to get used to all this. At least the logic makes sense to him.

Getting out a gun, he makes sure it's ready to go before moving in behind the kid. He'll be better if he's got the range for this and he knows it.]

ugh im so sorry, i've laid up with an illness the past two weeks u_u

[masqueraid]

( there's a quick extension of his hand as he comes to a sudden stop, on the edge of a corner where a newly-formed corridor has formed. there's a knowing look that he casts iwai's way— he can sense something in the darkness beyond.

slowly, carefully, he peers around the edge, and even quieter, seems to invite his new team mate over. ) Just there— ( he whispers from his crouched spot— ) a Shadow.

( you know, that thing futaba had mentioned? time for a trial by fire, apparently. )