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vocaloidressing2013-10-07 03:08 am
vocalonightmare) wrote in vocaloidressing2013-10-07 03:08 am
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It is *perfectly* natural to feel scared.
[When you wake up this morning, it is still dark out. At first you question the time, but all your clocks tell you that the sun should be up. Perhaps it's simply overcast? But when you look out your window, you find that this is not the case.
Instead, it would appear that entire Dressing Room has been transformed while you were sleeping. There is no longer a sun, only a starch white, lonely, full moon that is occasionally covered by storm clouds that rumble and light up with barely contained electricity every now and again. Meanwhile the buildings, while remaining the same on the inside, all look gothic in architecture and dark in color; though almost all of them have brightly glowing jack-o-lanters outside them, wearing sinister grins. In fact, all the buildings seem to have Halloween decorations outside of them. Skeletons, graves, and giant spiders now litter the city...all of which turn out to be far less fake than they seemed when you were peering out your window, once you at last wander outside to satisfy your growing curiosity.
Venturing out you can now see the impossibly sized arachnids moving about their gigantic webs that stretch across entire alleyways, their hundreds of eyes gleaming as they watch you hungrily. You now notice that the pumpkins that appeared harmless change not only the color of the lights glowing within them, but their expressions as well...and the skeletons. You are almost certain that you have noticed the skeletons moving out of the corner of your eyes, and thus you try to always look directly at them as you pass.
But the scenery isn't all that's taken an ominous turn. The once cheerful sound of the birds has been replaced with the sporadic calls of crows and vultures, along with the distant shrieks and howls from creatures unknown. You begin to question your decision to head out into this new, more menacing dressing room, and attempt to head home; but you're lost. Somehow, you've gotten turned around; and now you feel as if there are many eyes upon you.
You keep going.
Surely, home must be around here somewhere. Surely.
But instead of the comforting embrace of home, your path only leads you down darker and darker roads. Roads where actual bodies hang from the dead and gnarled tree branches. Roads filled with the horrid smell of decaying flesh, where random blood stains and unclaimed body parts litter the sidewalk. You start to run, you must get out of here. You must find somewhere safe.
Then, in the distance, on the top of a hill, you spot it. A black castle, surrounded by a graveyard. The lights are on inside. Do you go up to the doors? Do you seek help?
Or, do you think yourself safer out here? It's up to you, friends.
It's up to you.]
((OOC: In which the mun has been listening to too much Nightvale. BUT YES, this is in fact a mingle so that anyone with creepy muses can torture people. Night wouldn't want to hog all the fun, after all~
Oh, and if anyone wants their muses to randomly go axe murderer or something that's welcome as well. A perfectly reasonable occurrence considering there are nightmares running amok. Have fun ♥ ))
Instead, it would appear that entire Dressing Room has been transformed while you were sleeping. There is no longer a sun, only a starch white, lonely, full moon that is occasionally covered by storm clouds that rumble and light up with barely contained electricity every now and again. Meanwhile the buildings, while remaining the same on the inside, all look gothic in architecture and dark in color; though almost all of them have brightly glowing jack-o-lanters outside them, wearing sinister grins. In fact, all the buildings seem to have Halloween decorations outside of them. Skeletons, graves, and giant spiders now litter the city...all of which turn out to be far less fake than they seemed when you were peering out your window, once you at last wander outside to satisfy your growing curiosity.
Venturing out you can now see the impossibly sized arachnids moving about their gigantic webs that stretch across entire alleyways, their hundreds of eyes gleaming as they watch you hungrily. You now notice that the pumpkins that appeared harmless change not only the color of the lights glowing within them, but their expressions as well...and the skeletons. You are almost certain that you have noticed the skeletons moving out of the corner of your eyes, and thus you try to always look directly at them as you pass.
But the scenery isn't all that's taken an ominous turn. The once cheerful sound of the birds has been replaced with the sporadic calls of crows and vultures, along with the distant shrieks and howls from creatures unknown. You begin to question your decision to head out into this new, more menacing dressing room, and attempt to head home; but you're lost. Somehow, you've gotten turned around; and now you feel as if there are many eyes upon you.
You keep going.
Surely, home must be around here somewhere. Surely.
But instead of the comforting embrace of home, your path only leads you down darker and darker roads. Roads where actual bodies hang from the dead and gnarled tree branches. Roads filled with the horrid smell of decaying flesh, where random blood stains and unclaimed body parts litter the sidewalk. You start to run, you must get out of here. You must find somewhere safe.
Then, in the distance, on the top of a hill, you spot it. A black castle, surrounded by a graveyard. The lights are on inside. Do you go up to the doors? Do you seek help?
Or, do you think yourself safer out here? It's up to you, friends.
It's up to you.]
((OOC: In which the mun has been listening to too much Nightvale. BUT YES, this is in fact a mingle so that anyone with creepy muses can torture people. Night wouldn't want to hog all the fun, after all~
Oh, and if anyone wants their muses to randomly go axe murderer or something that's welcome as well. A perfectly reasonable occurrence considering there are nightmares running amok. Have fun ♥ ))
As an aside -- bonus points for the Zork reference. 8D
Everything looks totally different. I don't recognize the street.
Creepy things everywhere.
[almost texts "nothing's attacked me yet, though" -- but, y'know, serious jinx. it's probably tempting fate just to think it.]
Aw, thanks!
well Im near a graveyard
any chance you spotted one of those nearby?
Ill keep an eye out for u
^^
You should probably move away from there.
But I think I passed one a little while back.
I'll take a look.
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safer than the creepy allies around here
Im only staying here to wait for u
just hurry up so i dont get attacked by a mutant dog or something
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Coming.
[SO HE WENT! The countrysides were nice, and the plants were singing, and the birds and the sun was almost down from the top of the skNO WAIT THOSE ARE BATS ANDTHEY'RECOMINGATMEHOLY SHIT]
[Len Harper had to go faster like the speed of sound
to oldschool retreating music][. . . . . . . but all this did was get him lost. i mean, even more lost than he was. it's been twenty minutes and he's once again in unfamiliar surroundings.]
[damn]
man that's the best BG music for a tag I've ever heard
Regardless, here he is leaving the graveyard and hunting for Len. He whips out his cell phone once more and types out a quick message, glancing up every so often to look for landmarks.]
dude where the hell are you?
did you get lost?
ty, ty. ^.^ a relic from my childhood. imagine the macaulay culkin scream for extra effect
[No response.]
I'm regrettably too young to know it, but I appreciate the childhood nostalgia!
[Receiver hurries down the road quicker now. Please don’t be eaten, dude…]
old stuff is often great stuff. *nods* /2
actually, it could be that he does have that built in Wave Cannon Selecter in his remote control, but that's your call, mun.][Besides, whatever zombies you see might not be inclined to bother you unless you attract their attention. Better go slow and easy, yeah?]
[But hey. Lots of walking and no otherLen. This could be bad? Deeper into the night and no sign of him.]
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and she's not happy.]
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even if he is lucky enough to have a Wave Cannon now, he doesn't know about it... yet. With some careful sneaking and fast side-stepping, he's able to avoid the zombies, even if he is getting a little nervous the farther he goes.Spotting someone else is at least a slight relief. Maybe she's seen the other Len.]
Hey! What are you doing out here? You need to find somewhere safe to hide out indoors.
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[But what's he doing here?]
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I don't... I don't know. I'm not certain how I came to be here. [And that was the truth. Her memory banks are all scrambled again.] I'm searching for...
...I'm searching for...
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...for my m-...for a man. A h-human in a mask...a plastic mask...shaped like a skull. He's a nice person, [she quickly adds, with less difficulty,] just...very eccentric. A little strange. But he's a good man in his heart.
...
I need to find him.
[She doesn't like that she suddenly has trouble speaking, either. A body failure here would be terrible indeed.]
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[Someone in a mask… that couldn’t be…
Receiver has a sudden image of a tiny Cupid-like fairy with the same mask and shudders.]
His name is Saul, right? I haven’t seen him around, but I can help you look for him.
[He frowns slightly.]
But you have to be careful, okay? Seems like you got a little messed up if you can’t remember how you got out here, and I’m pretty sure Saul doesn’t want you pushing yourself. If we get into trouble, leave it to me. I’ll find us a way out.
[If anything, he’ll just hit random buttons on the remote and pray it works on zombies as well as Vocaloids.]
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Technically more like /2 but I passed on editing in the slash
Please allow this of me. I don't want harm to come to you.
[And it's asked with this face, too. It appears this subject is of some importance to her.]
Understandable!
[He sighs.]
Why don’t we treat it like an RPG party? We can take turns fighting. Protect each other.
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wow excuse you she's not that much shortersomething of a knowing smile, here.]I assure you, I am much stronger than I look.
[Not that she has any issue with the two of you defending each other, but Len getting hurt or killed because of, say, a mistake or misstep on her part... would be kind of bad. Bad enough that it gives her heart a twinge just thinking of it.]
Don't be concerned about Saul-san. I will speak to him if I must.
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[Even if he is a bit more fleshy compared to some of the other people around here, Len does want to help. He’s stubborn like that.]
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I only ask that you be careful. I will endeavor to do the same.
[And she does feel safer with this Len accompanying her, even if she doesn't know him well. She was not enjoying being out here alone.]
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[He starts walking, using the light from his cellphone’s screen as a makeshift flashlight. Nothing jumping out at them just yet… but he doubts the peace and quiet will last.]
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[With any luck, there will be no more to this awful realshift than what's already been seen. Halloween is traditionally about the scares, but will the Dressing Room take it a step further? ...pointless to think on it. Watch your back and watch your friend's back. That's the rule.]
[She walks with him, containing her apprehension as best she can. The maidloid even makes it a point to stick as close to him as possible without bumping into him, even if she's trailing slightly behind...and after a while, she gingerly slips her hand into his without invitation, murmuring an almost mute excuse me.]
[No getting separated.]
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So… when’s the last time you saw Saul-san? If you at least have a vague idea where, it might narrow down our options for paths to take.
[There are a lot of streets here, and a lot of possible dangers that could be avoided if they headed the right way.]
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Assumptions made since I was a bit durr and didn't think of them in earlier posts. :'D;
No worries!
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