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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Re: ABANNDONED ROOM - GROUND LEVEL

[runawaystory]

[fluttering around anxiously]

Oh god, I don't have any healing, I don't even have any first aid...

[all the fancy skills she's picked up, and they're all useless]

Re: ABANNDONED ROOM - GROUND LEVEL

[withintreason]

[ DAMN,

just, resting now, tilting her head back to breathe. god it fucking hurts. jesus. this was kind of dumb.

her sword is resting in front of her, planted into the earth, her hand still on it -- it's hot, but she won't let go of it, like it's a lifeline

after a moment or so: ]

Is panicking -- the only thing you can do, woman?

Re: ABANNDONED ROOM - GROUND LEVEL

[runawaystory]

Is stabbing shit the only thing you can do?

Re: ABANNDONED ROOM - GROUND LEVEL

[withintreason]

[ kind of tiredly giving her a glare, but ]

Usually, it works.

Re: ABANNDONED ROOM - GROUND LEVEL

[runawaystory]

[throws her hands up in the air]

It was a skull!

Re: ABANNDONED ROOM - GROUND LEVEL

[withintreason]

[ god you talk too much

siiighs ]

And?

Re: ABANNDONED ROOM - GROUND LEVEL

[runawaystory]

[excuse you, I'm kind of freaking out here ok]

It was already dead.

[trashenough]

[ From the door they just came from emerges two boys — one, unconscious, is dressed like a Roman shoulder and is thrown over the shoulder of the other, awake, wearing drums on his back and an otherwise really... festive outfit.

He jolts back — the jostle is loud for the whole ARMOR against DRUMS thing. ]

Woah! There are other people here!

[runawaystory]

[lady in her twenties dressed like someone out of 1930s New York. looks equally startled.]

What?

[withintreason]

[ god this really is the circus

she frowns, having opened her mouth to say something, but she just turns to look at yuma -- and makes a frown.

what the fuck ]

[trashenough]

[ He tries to point but he winds up shaking his cuffed hand, which involves shaking III's cuffed hand too. ]

You! Where did you guys come from? Where is this?! What the hell is this?!?

[runawaystory]

...We've been here all along. There's, what. Eight of us altogether? Where have you been?

[withintreason]

[ actually ]

Hey, you.

[ to yuma ]

Tone it down, or you'll meet the sharp end of my sword. I'm in a shitty mood right now, you see.

[trashenough]

I've been here too! [ He's frowning and stamps a foot, but he stops shouting, so that's a plus. ] I woke up here and I tried lookin' around for a way out and wound up in a room full of blood and then a cage and then in that room and then here.

You're the first people I've seen this whole time, except III. [ "Three." ]

[runawaystory]

I guess you must've woken up after the rest of us... Anyway. You're not alone. But we did split up. ...I guess the house is pretty big.

[withintreason]

[ sighs, quiet. letting the conversation go - she's not actually going to interject probably friends she's just gonna chill

or

burn

you know ]

[angelcage]

[ The madman, hovering in the doorway speaks aloud: ]

It all ends. Flame. Blood. The blood in your veins. The blood of the king is your blood. Spilled.

[withintreason]

[ SNARLS ]

Shut your damn trap!

[trashenough]

[ Jolts backwards again — III's feet hit the closed door behind him and also the wall. ]

Hey, hey! If I have to tone it down, so do you!

[withintreason]

[ ggggrrrroansss puts her hand on her face ]

Shut up.

[ quieter, this time ]

[runawaystory]

...Moving right along.

[turns to Yuma]

How've you been doing, kid?

[trashenough]

Eh? Uh...

[ He shakes his head, getting serious. ]

I'm fine, but my friend hasn't woken up yet.

[runawaystory]

It's happened to others, I'm not sure why. First it was her [points at Mordred] but then she woke up and then he fell asleep [points at Miles, handcuffed to Mordred] so... I'm not quite sure if that's a pattern or just coincidence.

[trashenough]

Is that it...

[ Looks at III again and moves a bit away from the door so his boots stop hitting the wall and junk. ]

So everybody just woke up here?

[runawaystory]

Pretty much. Just us and a lot of dust. There was a note in the front hall, though... Did you see it?