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

[runawaystory]

[adding to the costume party, here's a woman dressed like she stepped out of the 1930s.]

Not a good one, if so.

[court_chesster]

[Cocks his head to the side slightly, but not commenting on that.]

I think somebody whacked me upside the head...

[runawaystory]

Same. No blood?

[court_chesster]

[Prodding the back of his head, probably more thoroughly than is strictly necessary.]

Doesn't seem like it.

[runawaystory]

Same. So, that's at least two of us.

[court_chesster]

...I don't get it.

[runawaystory]

Well, it kind of supports the "this house is actually, legitimately magic and also evil" thing that was suggested in the note.

[court_chesster]

You don't really believe in that kind of creepy stuff, do you?

[runawaystory]

I have seen enough creepy stuff in a similar vein that I think it's pretty possible, yes.

[court_chesster]

I see...

Um, sure, anything's possible... I guess...

[runawaystory]

I wouldn't believe me if I heard me, either.

[court_chesster]

I didn't mean it like that... exactly...

I was just thinking maybe it's something more like we got drugged?