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Betrayal at House on the Hill

[ 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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Um...

[her hand darts to the back of her head, then slowly pulls it away. she seems surprised to find it dry and unmarked.]

Getting conked on the head. But...

[she waggles her clean fingers at him]

... No blood. Huh. This is all very strange.

What about you?

[ Miles furrows his brows a bit, trying to think. ]

I think I'd gone to bed.

So it's, what, mass kidnapping? Great. My favorite way to wake up.

It is, sadly, not the first time it's happened to me. But this setting is vastly different.

[laughs tiredly]

You and me both, buddy.

Oh? What happened in your previous experience?

...It's complicated.

Regardless, I don't think it's the same people this time, seeing as how I don't recognize any of you and all.

Tell me anyway. We've a moment before ... well, whatever happens next.

[ He says, going over to investigate that sealed letter. ]

[follows him so they can keep talking]

Let's see... A bunch of god-like figures kidnapped a bunch of people from different worlds as part of some game they're playing. While they all pick their favorite pieces, we get to travel through worlds and...fix things. Or fail to fix things. ...I think that pretty much sums it up.

What about you?

[ He raises an eyebrow at that. And pops open the letter. ]

... I was kidnapped to another world too. With others from different worlds. And - then, within that world, I was also kidnapped by Russians and held on a submarine. Terrible experience all around. Nearly got killed by Lucifer.

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[eyebrows shooting up at the mention of Lucifer. because at least she hasn't been face to face with the literal Father of Lies. ~~yet.~~]

That's a lot of kidnapping going on.

Layers upon layers of it, even.

[ His expression hardens, though, as he reads the contents of the letter. ]

... And it may be the fault of one of us.

[peering over his shoulder to read the letter]

...Oh. Well. That's just dandy, isn't it? Juuust dandy.

Well I can tell you it isn't me. I've no powers of that sort at all.

How do we even know it's true? Maybe someone left it here just to mess with us.

Also entirely possible. No reason to break up the group, anyway.

No objections here. Safety in numbers and all that.

Agreed. Shall we see what other rooms are in this place?

Do we have a choice? ...Left or right?

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[ Penned in a careful hand, the note reads:

"Know only this:

One amongst you is a traitor. Only once their purpose has been fulfilled or foiled will the front doors appear in this hall and open, and you will be able to leave. I wish you luck in your endeavourst. Far too many have failed, and the House attracts only more ill will, power growing only ever greater."

Where there might ought to be a signature, instead there is ink splatter, someone hesitating before deciding against putting their name to their warning. ]

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[ Huh. This is going from weird to super creepy pretty much instantly. Miles reads the letter aloud for the rest of the group. ]

A traitor?

[ shhh i've been here this whole time ]

A traitor, you said . . .

[ with, a. hum.

hm. ]

Just so. Any ideas on this one, Armor?

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