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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 ♥ ))
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The change in scenery must be putting me on edge...awfully festive, this place.
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As long as this change is purely visual, I'll gladly take this over that.
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This honestly isn't that bad. It's a little bit easier to take if you think of it as the town trying too hard.
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Still, it would be even easier to take if the place wasn't suddenly a maze.
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...I won't argue that, however. My cat is probably starting to fuss; I'm usually home by now.
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Do you think there's any rhyme or reason to how we're being turned around like this?
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...No, I don't think so. In fact... Thinking back on which turns I've taken, I'm fairly sure I should have gone in at least one circle— but I didn't notice anything that looked like I had.
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--Ah, but he was going somewhere before almost getting run over, wasn't he?]
Perhaps it's trying to lead us somewhere in particular?
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The question is whether or not we want to follow, then.
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