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 ]

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[court_chesster]

[La la la, rifling through the drawers.]

[angelcage]

[ There's a human skull inside the first one Simon checks— cracked and missing teeth. ]

[court_chesster]

[Creepy. Gives it a prod just in case there's something interesting under it, but what would he do with a gross ol' human skull?]

[angelcage]

[ The skull reacts— not to you, but your ring. You feel the press of your ringed finger against your own skull.

It's channeling the sensation from the mental plane to the physical one. ]

[court_chesster]

[Winces and shuts the drawer. Never mind!!]

[angelcage]

[ The Drawer Shuts.

Traitor? How will you proceed. ]

[court_chesster]

[I put on my mask and whistle for a furry friend to come and join me, then start backtracking.]

[angelcage]

[ The mask on, knowledge of the house unfurls in your mind. A dark ritual.

And the certainty you must go through with it. ]

[court_chesster]

[Yes, yes, dark ritual. Also, a minion to pet!]

I think I'll call you Cookie.

[angelcage]

[ Cookie chitters, pleased with the name and their dark master.

And their dark master petting them. This is the life.]