Haunted House GP

[londoncallingmods]

 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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[quartermaster_q]

Q looked at the clock, then sighed. Even if they weren't facing the possibility of death, he had no reason to hide this from Dutch. It wasn't his secret to keep after all- Just one he'd managed to dig up.

"The truth is out there," he shrugged. "Hidden underground lairs, men in black, aliens... It's real. All of it."

He took his glasses off, noting that one of the lenses had a small scratch, then sighed again.

"Above my pay grade, but I managed to get into their systems once. Even got my foot in the door a few times. Though I've never been given access to any of their tech."

[hardertohide]

"Aliens," Dutch echoed, and pushed a hand back through her hair, laughing softly. "First vampires, witches and big bad wolves. Now aliens. Life is crazy."

[quartermaster_q]

"It really is," Q agreed quietly. "...Sometimes I wish I didn't know. That I'd never picked this path."

[hardertohide]

Dutch was the picture of incredulous. "Really?"

[quartermaster_q]

"I already had plenty of monsters in my world. I didn't really need any more," Q replied with a small shrug.

[hardertohide]

"You'd willingly turn your back on information?" Dutch insisted, completely nonplussed. She'd thought they were a lot more alike than this, for all that she hadn't really liked the thought.

[quartermaster_q]

Q was silent for a long moment, then sighed heavily.

"No," he admitted. "If I were the kind to turn a blind eye, I suppose I'd have never dug up Torchwood in the first place."

[hardertohide]

"Right," Dutch nodded, as if this confirmed something she'd known all along. "So. Aliens. What kind?" Were they talking little green men or completely different, non-humanoid lifeforms, here?

[quartermaster_q]

"I've only seen the one- But my understanding is there are many different sorts," Q replied.

[hardertohide]

Because things couldn't ever be simple. "What was the one you saw like, then?" Dutch asked curiously. This was making the time pass, if nothing else. And if she focused hard enough on her curiosity, maybe she could manage to ignore the panic growing deep inside her with every minute that ticked off the countdown.

[quartermaster_q]

"...Vicious," Q replied. "All teeth and dark eyes. It had been captured though. It was in a cage. ...I didn't linger long after that. Didn't much fancy winding up in a cage myself," he added, making it clear he didn't trust Torchwood an inch.

[hardertohide]

That message was received, loud and clear. "And they're the ones covering it up?" Dutch asked, eyebrows raised.

[quartermaster_q]

"They do what they're told- But I've no idea who gives the orders. ...I can tell you it's not coming from any branch of government I work with though," Q replied.

[hardertohide]

"That's insane," Dutch stated with a shake of her head. She was definitely looking into them. Definitely. "Do they only do aliens? Is there a different unit for the supernatural?"

[quartermaster_q]

"I don't know," Q confessed, shaking his head.

[hardertohide]

"I don't understand how they could keep all this under wraps," Dutch stated, leaning back against the wall and staring at the countdown.

Right, no, staring at anything but the countdown.

[quartermaster_q]

Q glanced at the countdown again, then shrugged. "It's remarkable. ...And terrifying."

[hardertohide]

"It's unacceptable, too," Dutch added, rubbing at her temple with one hand.

[quartermaster_q]

"Is it?" Q asked. "Is the world any safer if everyone knows?"

[hardertohide]

"You wouldn't want to turn your back on knowledge, but you want to keep it from everyone else," Dutch challenged, eyebrows raised.

[quartermaster_q]

"I want people to be safe. Sometimes ignorance is a blessing. ...And not everyone can be trusted with the truth," Q argued. "Trust me, I'm all for empowering the people, but- Not everyone is like us. Not everyone can handle it."

[hardertohide]

"Better leave them to get drained by a vamper in a back alley, sure," Dutch replied pointedly.

[quartermaster_q]

"I'm not saying it's ideal," Q assured her quietly. "I'm saying I don't believe it's a secret kept maliciously."

Wrapping his arms around himself, it was clear he was in no mood to squabble over right and wrong, and his gaze drifted once more to the tower that held Bond.

"It doesn't matter anyway."

[hardertohide]

Dutch leaned her head back against the wall, eyes closed, playing with one of her rings. "What doesn't matter is whether their intentions are good."

What didn't matter was that each minute took them closer to death.

[quartermaster_q]

"Dutch, I don't know what that timer is counting down to- Or if my lover is really dead- But on the off chance that this is all real- Could we, perhaps, not spend the last few moments of our lives bickering?" Q asked quietly, looking tired and worn down.

"Please," he added softly.