Betrayal at House on the Hill

[angelcage]

[ You sleep, the ground cold beneath your cheek. The ground is hard as stone, cold marble beneath a fine layer of dust that doesn't come anywhere near acting as a cushion. The dust stirs with your breathing.


>> Wake up ]

Comments

[dendarii]

Ah, that's wonderful. You should tell me all about him.

[court_chesster]

I'm happy to talk about him, but shouldn't we be more worried about getting out of here?

[dendarii]

If I explore another room, I think I'm going to go mad.

[court_chesster]

Okay, well! He's crazy handsome. A lawyer. Looks great in red.

[dendarii]

What's his name?

[court_chesster]

Miles~ ♥

[dendarii]

[ Miles double-takes at that. ]

I - er - really?

[court_chesster]

...Yes?

[dendarii]

That's just an odd coincidence.

[court_chesster]

Really? You ever met him? Prosecutor, frilly, serious?

[dendarii]

No, not at all. I'm not sure I've met a lawyer in my life, in fact.

[court_chesster]

Yeah? A lot of people would consider that lucky!

[dendarii]

Are they truly that bad?

[court_chesster]

Oh, I dunno. That's the stereotype, anyway.