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]

[First things first: Yanking the dirty sheet off that body to make sure that whatever's under there isn't gonna jump up and grab him.]

[angelcage]

[ It's only an anatomical model. Gorey plastic innards shown on half, giving way to the skeleton beneath. Hopefully not a real one.

But as you do this, for a moment you feel dizzy, your vision going black. It's hard to remain upright, as instead you envision future events—

The ring on your finger burns.

You could reach out into the intangible vision, and tweak it. Change it. The power is yours, you are certain. ]

[court_chesster]

[Then that's exactly what I'm going to do. Tell me, magic ring, what does the future hold in store?]

[angelcage]

[ He sees:

An angel feather: a perfect feather, fluttering in the palm of a hand.
A bell: A brass bell that makes a resonant clang
Amulet of the Ages: Ancient silver and inlaid gems, inscribed with blessing.

The future is his to dictate: what shall present itself to his fellows first? ]

[court_chesster]

[I like the bell, for nostalgic reasons that are only semi-related to murder.]

[angelcage]

[ The future slides into place: The bell.

Then? What order for the other two? ]

[court_chesster]

[Feather, then amulet.]

[Anyway, I wanna go see if there's anything usable as a weapon in that surgeon kit.]

[angelcage]

[ it is done. ]

[ Simon's a little bruised from his fall to the floor from that vision, but the surgeon's kit is open.

It includes: an amputation saw. Forceps. Mouth gag. Scarificator. Trephine. Scalpel. Artificial leech. ]

[court_chesster]

[What is all this creepy crap? He's dumping the scarificator and trephine, but taking the rest of the bag, putting in the jump rope and the bandage that he got before for easier carrying.

Onto the next room! West, perhaps?]

[angelcage]

[ Continue to the Charred Room ]