londoncallingrpg | Haunted House GP

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Haunted House GP

The house doesn't exist, that's the first thing anyone who might find themselves inside it would want to know. Now, you might ask how one could find themselves inside something that doesn't exist, but you'd honestly be better off asking yourself how you could leave something that doesn't exist. After all, ideas and concepts can't be burnt or broken, and you can't breakdown a door that's not there- Or was there and then decided to be somewhere else for a while...

You wake in a house though, a house that doesn't exist. A house that defies the laws of reality. There are corridors that go on for days, rooms full of nightmares, and millions of doors that lead you anywhere but out. Trapped inside with you are dozens of other people, all searching for an exit, or an explanation.

Behind every door you'll find your darkest fears, maybe even memories you've tried to forget, or secrets you never wanted to share...

(OTA! Here is your first of two Halloween gps! This one is, of course, set in the haunted house where your pup can run into anything you can dream up! Deadly traps! Spooky monsters! An existential crises! Top level your pups waking up or running into danger, and then go ahead and tag other players! Since this is all magic-y and spooky don't worry too much about time lines and who bumped into who first. Only rule is that your pup can't escape until November 1st! Have fun! Also, because there are two GPs going up this week, both are open to new top levels for two whole weeks! And, of course, you can keep tagging long after that if you want. :D I'll post reminders daily on slack.)

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"Of course it does," Q sighed, fidgeting a bit, then wrapping his arms around himself protectively.

He felt safe in here though- Perhaps that was a mistake, given how miserable his life had been during his brief time in this room. However, he still relaxed slightly as he moved to sit down on the bed, reaching to take his old laptop from Dutch.

Forcing a restart, he brought up what appeared to be a custom Linux build.

"That's the only thing Silva ever said to me, directly during his attack on England. A message programmed to pop up as he hacked into my- Six's- systems," Q admitted. "Not such a clever boy. He knew I was young and cocky... And because he was correct about both those things, I got a lot of people killed."

Tapping away, he opened various files and pulled up bits of data- All of it years old now.

"I've always thought this might be what hell was like," he said quietly. "Trapped in a museum of all the worst parts of your life. ...Though it still begs the question- Why are you here? Unless your personal hell is still lurking around the next corner."

"Unless I'm just part of yours," Dutch remarked, her eyes not leaving the screen as he worked. Hey, she would take every bit of information she could get on him, and who he used to be.

Apart from someone who had good taste in music.

Anyone who'd been active in the scene at the time might notice familiar coding or even symbols and code names in the files that popped open- And a savvy observer might have even been able to see that Q had clearly been involved in some rather naughty activities before becoming Six's Quartermaster.

"Unlikely," he replied. "You might see me as the enemy, Dutch- But I've never viewed you that way."

"As your past, then?" Dutch challenged, looking away from the screen and up at him. If this room from his past belonged in his personal hell, then so did she, the way she saw it.

Not that she was any kind of happy about it.

"I don't regret the things I did before coming to six," he assured her. "I did as much good as I did wrong back then, and it all helped me become the man I am now- For better and worse. You're not wrong though, I do see shades of my past in you, Dutch- But not in a bad way. ...No, if this is hell- It's hell because this room was a cage."

He put the computer down, looking around the room again and taking it all in.

"I allowed myself to be taken advantage of, because I very much needed to fit somewhere. I was young and stupid."

There was a bang on the door then, a slow and heavy thud, but Q hardly even flinched. He was tired of being afraid.

"We should keep moving," he said calmly, grabbing a ratty looking backpack and shoving the laptop inside, just in case they needed it. "If this really is hell, I don't imagine that's actually a closet," he said, nodding at a shabby looking door that as nearly coming off its hinges.

"I'm not sure if that's more Narnia or Harry Potter," Dutch muttered as she headed for the door to the closet. It was better not to answer his revelations; he didn't need to know the sort of person she was. The sort of person she'd become.

She opened the door, then took a step back at the sight of her old flat, this time, the one she'd had before leaving for New York. Surprise over, she stepped through and headed for the desk, where a couple of laptops and a desktop computer were running.

"I guess we're on a trip down memory lane," she stated, and unplugged the desktop computer before he could see what was running on it, although he doubtless would have time to recognise Silk Road shit. She reached for the laptops, to close and pack them, hopefully in time for him not to have questions either.

"Wait, what's that?" Q asked, noticing something familiar on the screen- only to have it go dark as she unplugged it.

"I really don't think here's a good place for secrets, Dutch," he sighed, raking his fingers through his hair and looking back at the door they'd just come through. "Whatever it is... You can tell me. We need to tell each other everything, because all of this has to mean something."

"I'm part of your personal hell, remember?" Dutch replied, glad that he wasn't angling for a closer look at the laptops. She closed them and shoved them in a messenger bag. "I don't think I'm supposed to answer questions like that. Let's keep moving before something way more terrifying than me catches up."

Q wasn't about to let it go so easily though, and he gently caught her arm.

"Dutch- Please," he said again. You're here, you're real- Don't pretend you're just part of this nightmare. ...Please," he begged softly.

"Of course I'm real," Dutch confirmed easily. But that was just what a figment of his nightmare would say, wouldn't he. She settled the strap of her messenger bag around her chest, then went rooting into her closet. And came back out with a fireman's axe.

"Don't ask," she told him, and headed for the door.

"I very much don't want to," Q assured her, frowning at the axe, then following after her.

This time they found themselves back in the seemingly endless hall, the lights above them flickering violently.

"Well, that doesn't bode well, does it?" he sighed.

Dutch switched her hold on the axe to just one hand, and searched in her bag until she found the can of pepper spray. She held it out to him. "Here's to hoping a lot of things would get blinded by that shit."

"Pepper spray?" Q replied, looking somewhat insulted by the offer, but taking it anyway.

"What I wouldn't give for acsess to my lab right now," he sighed.

"What I wouldn't give to not be here," Dutch retorted, closed up the bag, then put her second hand back around the heavy axe's handle. "Going through more doors, or just forward?" she asked, taking a couple of steps in the flickering light.

"Onward seems best- Eventually there has to be a way out," Q said, not sounding as sure of that as he'd have liked to. "A building has to have a way in and out after all... Even one that seems keen to disregard the laws of time and common sense."

"I think you've just answered your own assumption," Dutch stated, and very suddenly wished that Bigby was here. Hey, having the Big Bad Wolf on your side in a place like this sounded like a good plan to her. Besides, he knew all about this supernatural shit. She picked up the pace down the hallway, trying to ignore how hard her heart was thudding. "I like the Buffy take on Halloween much better. Only quiet night for the supernaturals."

"It's only quiet until some evil wizard swoops in and starts handing out enchanted costumes. I'd much rather be myself trapped in a house, then trapped in someone else out on the street," Q mused.

"Chaotic neutral," Dutch replied distractedly, advancing down the corridor and subconsciously slowing down as a loud creaking sound came from behind one of the doors. In no particular hurry to find out what had made it, she then picked up the pace again.

"Wait," Q said, gently catching her shoulder as he slowed to a stop.

"Do you feel that? There's a breeze... Feels like it's coming from behind this door," he noted, holding the pepper spray out as he slowly opened the door- Only to reveal a set of stone stairs that looked like they belonged in a castle.

"A tunnel out?" he suggested, though he seemed unsure.

Dutch chewed on her bottom lip, then sighed. "Well, we might as well try it. Have you got your phone?"

"I don't. I arrived with nearly nothing," Q frowned, patting himself down and finding his cigarettes and lighter.

"We could make a torch, perhaps?"

"I've got mine," Dutch said, trying not to sound as reluctant as she felt. She couldn't hold it up and use the axe, though, heavy as it was, and she wasn't sure which she wanted least. Being vulnerable without the axe, or putting her phone in Quinton's hand.

But survival came first, and after taking it out of her back pocket and unlocking it, she switched to the flashlight app and turned it on before handing it over to Quinton. Of course, it didn't have reception, but at least it had some battery charge left. Hopefully enough to see them down these stairs and, ideally, out of this fucking place.

"Thank you," Q replied, nodding his appreciation and using the light as he carefully made his way down the stairs.

"Damp down here," he noted, stopping when he heard something creak up ahead, and glancing back at Dutch.

"Okay, let me go first," she stated. She had the axe, after all. "Just, try and light the way for me, yeah?" She managed to slip by him, then raised the axe and took the steps one at a time, as careful as she ever got, trying to see what lay ahead, what creaked again right then.

Something suddenly rushed at her and she screamed even as she brought the axe straight into it. Bones scattered, broken and in pieces, and after a moment, the pair of skeleton's hips and legs also fell down the stairs, as if only just realising that their upper body had been destroyed.

"Shit," she let out, voice shaking a little.

"It's like something out of bloody Dungeon Keeper," Q asped, attempting to steady her with a hand on her back. "Perhaps we should go back. I'm not sure we're properly equipped for this sort of thing, Dutch."

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