londoncallingrpg | Haunted House GP

Entry tags:

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.)

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

"Oh, right, um- Okay," Q nodded, shrugging and leading them to the tube.

It wasn't far to Q's flat, and though the building looked like nothing special from the outside, inside Q's place was very nice. All sleek lines and modern furniture. Nothing he'd picked out himself of course, though there were personal touches here and there. From the very large and elaborate cat tree, to the tech that seemed to be everywhere. Everything that could be digital, was.

"Bond?" he called out curiously as he opened the door, glad to see the double-o wasn't home as he invited Dutch inside. "Must be at work still," he explained.

Oberon, Q's fluffy white cat, seemed to appear out of nowhere, trotting over to investigate the stranger, then demand food from Q.

"Yes, I know, you're starving," he said softly. "Come along then Oberon. A can of tuna for you, a bottle of something strong for us."

Dutch looked around the place curiously, until a cat wound itself around her ankles and she managed not to trip, crouching down to give him a quick pet, before he decided to go bug his owner for food. She stood back up and shrugged out of her leather jacket, abandoning it on the back of a chair.

"Don't you want to call him?" If she'd just seen the body of someone she loved in there, she would want to call them as soon as possible. And preferably before she was drunk off her face.

She grabbed her gear out of a pocket of her jacket and sat on the edge of the couch, to roll up on the coffee table.

"I do," Q admitted, putting down the cat's food, then grabbing a rather large and presumably expensive bottle of vodka and two glasses. Bond never bought the cheap stuff.

"If I call he'll worry though. We're not the sort of couple that checks in with one another unless we're doing something that involves checking in. He'll assume something's wrong- And while I am shaken, I'm alright. I don't want to panic him."

Dutch shrugged; it was his decision, really. His couple, their lives. She licked the side of a cigarette to open it up and get its tobacco for the joint, and eyed the bottle of vodka. "Nice one," she complimented.

"He has expensive taste," Q replied, sitting down and cracking the seal on the bottle. "Ridiculously expensive sometimes, actually," he added with a slight grumble as he poured them each a double.

"Ridiculously expensive works for me." Dutch paused in what she was doing, tobacco now laid out on the skin, to pick up one of the glasses and touch it to Q's. She drank half of it down in one go, then set it down to pick up her tiny plastic bag of weed.

Q did the same, then frowned as he watched her.

"I always preferred a bong when I was younger. My boyfriend at the time bought me the most beautiful hookah once. It was blue, hand blown glass. It came with tobacco that tasted like strawberry sweets. I was a boy still really, and I thought it was so grown up."

Dutch smirked at him. "Well, unless you're hiding one somewhere in here, old-fashioned joints are going to have to do the trick. What happened with that boyfriend?"

Q had a thousand lies on the tip of his tongue, but he washed them down with the rest of the vodka and instead offered the truth.

"He kidnapped me last year and attempted to kill me," he replied blandly, refilling his glass, then nodding at hers. "Another?" he offered.

"Um." Dutch was frowning, but she ended up picking up her glass to down the rest of it, then setting it down in front of Q for him to refill it. "You've had an eventful life, haven't you."

"That's a much more charming way of putting it than I might have," Q replied, toasting her before having another drink.

"What about - James, was it?" she asked, rolling up the joint. She licked the skin and closed it up, then dug a lighter out of her skinny jeans. "Any sign he's got a severe mental disorder, or was that just your first boyfriend?"

Gallows humour was her favourite coping method. She took a first, long drag on the joint, then picked up her glass to knock back a little more vodka. It made her think of Jade, who couldn't live without the stuff, and part of her wished he were there, so she could cuddle up to him.

"James is a destructive, alcoholic lunatic with a licence to kill," Q replied. "I've very good taste in men, you see."

He paused a beat then, toeing off his shoes to put his feet up.

"Despite those things, however, he's a good man. I love him."

Dutch wasn't convinced about the good man bit, but she didn't see what that had to do with loving him, either. "Enjoy it while you can, then, yeah?" He had said destructive, after all. She took another hit, then offered it to Q, and leaned back with her glass in her hand. "How long's it been, the two of you?"

"Over a year now," Q replied, hesitating, then throwing caution to the wind as he took the joint and took a long drag.

"That's about the longest I've ever been with someone," Dutch noted absently, and eyed him to see how he took to that first drag. It could be hell on your throat, when you weren't used to it.

It burned, but Q was very good at not letting it show as he held the smoke in his lungs for a moment, then exhaled- Perhaps not as smoothly as he'd have liked.

"How long has it been?" he asked curiously.

"Since what?" she asked, turning back to her vodka now that she was sure he could handle it.

"Since you were last in a steady relationship," Q replied, offering the joint back.

"Define steady," Dutch stated with a laugh, and took the joint, and then a hit, keeping it in for a few seconds before blowing the smoke out as she spoke. "I don't think I've had a steady relationship in my life. But the last time I had a relationship with someone - about a year ago?"

"What happened?" Q asked. "That is, if you don't mind me asking."

"Hmm, I fucked it up," Dutch answered, her eyes unfocused as she thought back to it. "Convinced myself he was going to leave me, and I was a bitch to him until he did."

"Why would anyone leave you?" Q asked, looking puzzled as he let himself settle into his buzz. "You're very attractive, and you're clever- Clever is important. Clever's rare."

"I was very clever about being a bitch to him?" Dutch offered after taking another hit. Obviously not true; there had been nothing clever about the way she'd behaved to him. "Or not." And a week after they were through, she'd shagged his sister in a poor attempt at a revenge fuck. As if he'd been the one hurting her.

No, really, she was everything but clever when it came to relationships.

"No, I mean- I just mean- You are, despite being a bit vicious with that tongue of yours, a catch," Q replied. "That's all, Dutch. That's all I meant."

(no subject)

hardertohide - 2015-11-12 02:21 (UTC) - Expand

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only