londoncallingrpg | 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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Spencer was silent for a long moment, a distracted look on his face as his mind processed that.

Eventually he spoke. "If we weren't currently trapped in a nightmare, I'd be asking you to show me more- But I suppose not dying probably takes priority over my curiosity and childhood dreams of being a wizard- Or a Jedi. Not that much of a difference really, outside of a need to fit into a specific genre..." he said, clearly about to stumble into a long and nerdy ramble as he seemed to momentarily forgot about the madman in the room behind them.

Absurdly, Sunny found herself smiling a little as she dug into her bag and fished out a little bottle filled with blue powder. "But I can show you something. Your wrists, please."

What she was about to do had to be worth all the whippings in the world, but her cover was blown and he was injured, and at the very least it gave her something to focus on and recenter.

Spencer looked down at his wrists, then held them out in offering, watching Sunny with curious eyes.

Sunny poured a healthy pinch of the powder into her palm and after taking a moment to study Spencer's injuries, she closed her eyes to concentrate. The first time she'd done this had been after Jibaku had tried to beat her up, leaving a nasty bruise on her arm that she hadn't wanted her mother to see. Fixing it had hurt a lot, because she hadn't had the focus to do it properly. She'd learned, since then. There shouldn't be any pain.

She focused on the image in her mind, the flow of blood, the burst vessels under the skin. And when she had a clear image in her mind, she blew, letting the powder fly.

It was not a grave injury; the damage would be swift to heal.

The bruises faded, and Spencer's brows went up slightly as he watched them heal.

"That's- That's amazing," he said after a moment. "What is the powder made of?" he asked, unable to keep his curiosity in check.

"Some of the ingredients are quite common," Sunny answered, in an oblique sort of way, resealing the little bottle so she could place it back in her bag. Doing magic had steadied her, as she'd hoped it might. "Some you wouldn't have heard of before."

Spencer nodded, still staring at his wrists.

"That man back there," he said, finally looking up to look at her rather than the healing she'd done. "Is he the one you told me about? ...He knew you, Sunny," he said quietly, the concern he felt leaking into his voice and causing it to crack slightly.

"Did he hurt you?"

Sunny was quiet for a long moment. She didn't look at Spencer, trying to think of how to answer that. "Not in ways you're probably thinking," she said quietly. "But yes. He's the man I told you about."

"Are you okay?" he asked. "Seeing him back there- That can't have been easy for you."

"No." Sunny had of course discussed Black Hat with Spencer before, though she had heavily edited the details. Emotions crawled up her throat and threatened to choke her again. "I need more distance between me and that door."

She picked a direction and started walking, expecting Spencer to follow even if she didn't look back at him. Thus far there had been no rhyme or reason to it all, and perhaps rather than try to reason with the house she had to give in to chance.

It took Spencer a beat to catch up, and he soon fell into step beside her.

"This structure has a very labyrinth like feel to it," he noted. "I don't suppose you brought a ball of yarn."

Sunny shook her head. "I don't, but why?"

Spencer was still smiling faintly at his own little joke, and he shrugged one lean shoulder.

"That's how Theseus escaped," he grinned, trying to make light of an uncomfortable and unsettling situation.

Almost absurdly, Sunny snorted and swallowed a chuckle. Of course. "Well as long as we're strategizing based on our research, if we come upon two people where one always tells the truth and one always lies, I'm gonna let you handle that."

"I do like riddles," Spencer admitted, feeling a touch more relaxed now that they were away from that room.

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