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

[mech_and_mutt]

After all that?...

[...Well, it wouldn't feel right to take out a foe like that and just walk away from the door it was guarding, right?

Red gave his Armor a quick roll of its arms and a performance check. All green, or at least close to it. Whatever was in there probably couldn't be too much worse than what they'd seen already...]

...Yeah. Let's get to the bottom of this.

[Clank, clank. Focusing up and taking a deep breath, Red made his way for the Curator's office.]

[mythmaker]

[Once at the door, Azusa raps her knuckles against the door, neither quietly nor loudly. Politely.]

This is the curator's office, isn't it?

[She pauses, sighing in relief again now that the battle is over and she's unwinding from all of...that. Still, she can't help but feel something is a little off.]

Curator? Is everything alright?

[eternitynpc]

[The Curator opens the door and scans the room behind them.]

Is he gone? You drove him off?

[Sighing with relief, she gestures them inside of her office.]

Please, come in and rest. My name is Celain, and the monsters that have been lurking around won't enter my office. You're safe to rest here. Tell what what you've seen in my museum.

[rivieran]

[ Ena, on the other hand, is extremely relieved to see that the curator is not a threat. She puts on her most diplomatic smile and strides over to the door, hand extended in greeting. ] Curator Celain? It is a great pleasure to meet you and see that you're safe.

My name is Ena, and these here are my companions who have accompanied me through the museum. One in particular has taken many a blow and put on a spectacular show to drive away the Moggle Mog. [ She gestures back to the party, specifically towards Red. ] We will certainly tell you all we saw on our way here, but please, let the poor wolf sit first. He needs a rest.

[mech_and_mutt]

[Unlike Ena, Red was still a tad bit bristled, having taken one too many blows on his way to the office to feel comfortable even in the face of a warm welcome such as this.

...Though the kind words from his teammates actually did seem to take some of the edge off. His tense posture eased with a quiet, exhaling sigh, and he gave a casual wave.]

I'll be fine. It'll take more than zombies, frogs, and mogs to stop me. [A casual dusting of his coat accentuated the point. Even if he was dog tired, why stop looking cool now?]

Did they have you trapped in here?

[strawberryredgrave]

A bunch of spirits have been making themselves comfortable with the dolls. Even Moggle Mog back there's one of them.

....That ain't the real Moggle Mog, right?

(Look, he has to ask for posterity.)