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]

[BUT WHY??? Down he goes, with a most undignified yelp.]

[dishonestliving]

[scrambles a quick step back, what even is going on]

If this is one of your clown gags, it's not the time!

[angelcage]

[ The coffin lid slams shut on him.

On the plus side, no cold breeze! ]

[court_chesster]

[Well, that earns a little bit of a scream, and he wastes no time at all shoving up against the lid.]

[dishonestliving]

Hey. H-hey!

[she can hear him banging on the lid, that's one for the did-not-want bucket list. sighing, she looks around for something in the room that might be long enough to reach him, six feet under]

[angelcage]

[ The lid opens from his shoving-- he's got a small window of time to climb out before dirt starts falling down in clumps.

Ivy: there's vines from the plants. if she wants to risk interacting with the plants. ]

[court_chesster]

[He's not about to hesitate now, scrambling up to his feet and grabbing at the edge of the hole. Six feet isn't all that deep, after all; if he can manage a grip, he's got enough upper arm strength to pull himself up and out.]

[angelcage]

[ He gets a grip on the stones above— now's his chance. ]

[court_chesster]

[Climbing like the wily little monkey he is.]

[dishonestliving]

[watching, rather unhelpfully]

[angelcage]

[ As he scrambles up-- dirt falls in and follows his progress up, burying the coffin below. He makes it up, leaving no evidence of the hole he'd just been in other than the dirt on his clown suit. ]

[court_chesster]

[Doesn't even stop to catch his breath before dashing out the door.]

[angelcage]

[ return to the entrance hall ]