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suitedreams2022-07-24 05:18 pm
guestservices) wrote in suitedreams2022-07-24 05:18 pm
WEEK SEVEN: MINGLE
W̴͍̎E̴̝̊E̸͚͝K̸͕̿ SEVEN: MINGLE
(18 ḡ̴̻u̷͌͜ê̴̯s̶̢͑t̵̻͝s̴̡̐ ̴c̴h̴e̶c̴k̷e̶d̸ ̶i̴n̴)
Good morning, esteemed guests.
Ha. Hahaha.
As you awaken on Monday, you’ll find that things are just as they were the night before. The kitchen will serve piping hot breakfast during the morning hours, the pool’s been stocked with fresh towels and the gardens are open for anyone who wishes to spend some time among nature. However, should you explore a bit, you’ll find that a few new changes have been made to the hotel itself.
Your room service menus are still on your desks if you wish to browse before leaving for the day.
The front door no longer spins endlessly, for one thing. Should you make an attempt to exit the hotel, you will find yourself entering a new location.
In addition, should you enter the elevator you will find...nothing? There are no new buttons. However, if you look on the Mezzanine you will find a few new areas to peruse. These rooms are still locked from the outside, but perhaps you may ask politely and be granted access. In addition, as you explore the hotel you will find that you have now lost access to certain rooms. How odd.
The portraits from the week before continue to hang in various parts of the hallways and in the rooms themselves, continuing to depict innocuous scenes. Like before, if you linger just a touch too long, you'll soon find that you and whomever you're with will be lost in a swirl of shadows and pulled directly into the portrait itself. You will have to find your way out just like before.
Strangely, however, you no longer have that connection with the person you are with. You're no longer in sync, unable to feel their thoughts or movement or really even have to cooperate. Instead, regardless of where you are in the hotel whether it's inside a portrait, a door, or even your own room, you will begin to experience a feeling of numbness. Perhaps it starts in your body, the inability to feel pain or the touch of someone's hand. Maybe it infiltrates your emotions, quieting everything you've been feeling lately to an even, neutral stance. After a while, you may become so numb you feel yourself fading away entirely, a limb slowly being erased, but you can quickly snap back if someone addresses you.
Try to keep yourselves grounded, everyone.
Finally, for those of you with a spare ticket in your pocket, feel free to visit the Starlight Gift Shop, stocked with new items for this week.
N̸A̵V̴I̶G̶A̶T̴I̴O̸N̷.̷
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[ while molly goes to check out the door, he will just? go see if it's coming from near the altar. ]
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anyway when they go near the door, it's not that loud, but, when tsuru goes to the altar, it's a little louder? it's very sporadic - just one more slightly louder thump.
but then, there's a click, like the noise of a light's chain being pulled, and the neon sign in the room clicks on above tsuru's head, with a buzz of halogen. normally, it looks like this, and it does, for a moment. the light flickers, once, twice, three times.
then, the shadows on the side of the room rapidly and suddenly coalesce around the sign and up the entire back wall of the altar, and when they fade, they leave a new neon sign in their place. ]
[ that's weird.
behind them, there's another click, and this one sounds much more like a locking door.
there's another soft thump. ]
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[ then they get locked in (?) and the wedding sign comes on and molly freezes like a deer in headlights.
I was joking!
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hm.
he just stares at the sign, then looks at molly. ]
This is fine.
[ okay he is walking to the back wall. where the fuck is the thumping. ]
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since tsuru has been all over the room, he will feel that it is the absolutely loudest at the altar. the thump, thump noise is muffled, and still very intermittent, but it's there. somewhere.
nothing about the room is different, except for the shadows, the noise, and... the sign, which looms and flickers ominously over their heads.
it's a nice day for a white wedding. :) ]
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[ bigamy .... anyway molly is wandering over to go look over the altar, looking under it and around it and up at the ceiling nearby it. he is still in denial about the meme wedding that's about to happen. ]
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[ hmmm. he will also walk back to the altar. ]
I do not think the room cares.
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it continues to flash this sign. its a nice day for a white wedding... :)
as molly looks around he'll hear another thump noise at the altar. as he looks at the ceiling, he wont see anything, but as he looks around the room desperately avoiding, he might notice that the flower arrangement today is made of branchlike flowers. one branch in particular is curled a bit like it could be someone's very bony stick left hand.
the neon flickers and the closet door creaks a bit, across the room, partially open. ]
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I don't see you rushing to start performing vows.
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but tsuru looks up at the light and follows molly over to the closet. ]
It isn't exciting if the person I am marrying isn't into it.
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it's made of sticks, at least, but it does really, really look like a hand made of bones. there are some flowers on it still but molly can absolutely take it.
as they go to the closet, they see the racks and racks and racks of beautiful wedding costumes from all sorts of cultures. suits. wedding dresses. red silks. all kinds of things! there's also a little case that is full of what looks like...wedding rings and engagement rings. ]
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[ he's just holding this bone flower and looking at the costumes and sighing out so deeply. ]
Better start thinking of some.
[ he will just. look down at his own perfectly good coat? ]
Besides, you're already in white.
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[ as long as the occasion is a wedding
but he is going to go squint at the rings. this custom is too western for him so he just stares at them before moving to grab a veil and put it on his head. ]
We should just get this over with before the oooooowoooooo thumps more.
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the sign flickers again. this time, brightly, very brightly - then there's a snap as one of the bulbs in the neon sign pops with a shattering of glass. the thump noise is suddenly louder by the altar - it sounds much closer than it did before.
the neon buzzes in the silent room. ]
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[ but, okay, he gets the point. I don't know what's traditional marriage garb in crit role, but Molly has absorbed enough pop culture by this point to be aware of some norms. He'll grab two very shiny rings and shove one on his hand and take's Tsuru's ring and puts one on him too. ]
I do? I do something. That's right, I think.
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[ he will take his ring, he supposes
and then he just. walks closer to the altar. hewwo? ]
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as that noise might be particularly startling, when they look down, they'll see the outline of the floorboard, and more specifically, they'll see a leather, straplike handle nailed to the floor, used for pulling upwards. the weight distribution is a bit different where they're standing, and if they're looking closely, there's a hinge. it looks like they're standing on some sort of door. ]
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molly will mutter to himself, slightly bitterly `Mollymauk, go in the sewers, Mollymauk, lick the shoes, Mollymauk, dig up all the graves, Mollymauk, get stuck in this chapel and fake marry a sword only to be eaten by an oooooooowwoooooo` which he's just saying all under his breath as he reaches down to pull the floorboard up ]
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if only molly is needed, tsuru is just going to stand there like a jerk as he does all the work. ]
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the thumping makes itself immediately obvious, as it is a doll? it hops, expecting to hit the top of the floorboard door, and then there is no door there, so it just drops straight backwards. ]
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is that where the doll lands.
and that would be on the chest of... a person. he's dressed in beautiful black and red silks, that are open to show a large expanse of his chest, with long, curly black hair that falls around their face like a halo. the person is completely still, eyes closed, but what stands out the most is a bright red mark on his forehead, a swirl like a flame. he is completely still. unmoving. unbreathing. the daruma doll on his chest wobbles, its angry, angry face turned up to molly and tsurumaru.
this person isn't recognizable to tsurumaru and mollymauk, of course.
but maybe some of their fellow guests might know a familiar face? ]
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the door slams shut. the wiggling doll, which was still wiggling, slams into the top of the door like it's furiously angry, if a doll could be angry.
... and then, suddenly, the shadows in the room swirl, and before they even know it, tsurumaru and mollymauk blink, and they're back in the regular chapel, with the TILL DEATH DO US PART sign glowing as it was before. the stick hand is gone. tsuru's veil is back in the closet. the rings are gone. and... the door is gone, like it was never there in the first place.
hm!
maybe they should go report their findings to the group as a whole. ]