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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[prince_of_nymphs]

When he'd fallen asleep, he'd fallen asleep beside Willy, with the Phouka and Keats nearby. His bed had been warm and inviting, and despite the bandages over his eyes, he'd felt... Good. Optimistic even. He'd had his surgery, and tomorrow the bandages would come off, and... Well, hopefully he'd have some of his vision restored. At least in one eye.

He hadn't woken in his bed though, and when he'd called out for Willy, and then Keats, he'd received only the echoing sound of his voice in return. The hard wood floor he lay upon left his shoulders aching, and he winced as he sat up.

"Hello?" he called out, a familiar panic rising up in him as he was instantly reminded of his recent abduction. It was enough to make his hands tremble as he reached up to remove the bandages that covered his eyes, fumbling and nervous as he listened for a sign that he wasn't as alone as he felt.

[quartermaster_q]

He recognized this room- But it was odd to be standing in it, given that it no longer existed.

Q had been part of the team that had gone in and disassembled Silva's computer network. ...Actually, he'd led the team, and had taken his time, getting terribly intimate with Siva's machines and layout. He'd seen the chair Bond had been bound to, the carnage the double-o had left in his wake- But this, all of this, had eventually been destroyed- Deemed too dangerous to even be stored.

A recreation then? How odd.

Reaching out, Q touched one of the machines, only to be shocked by a spark.

"Shit," he swore softly, leaning in closer to inspect the machine- Only to be distracted by a familiar message that popped up on a nearby monitor.

NOT SUCH A CLEVER BOY

A pit formed in the Quartermaster's stomach, and he swallowed hard before speaking.

"This isn't real. It isn't real, and Silva is dead," he assured himself in a calm tone, flinching as a door burst open and someone came in.

OTA

[miss_ives]

Vanessa came to in a room that wasn't her own. She was lying on the floor, in a dress that would have been rather osée by Victorian standards. The room was bare, but devoid of dust, and after pushing to her feet and patting herself down, she headed for the door.

She walked into a long, seemingly endless corridor, and took a few tentative steps before the sound of Mina's voice had her rush for a door on the other side of the hallway. She pushed it open and recoiled abruptly, letting out a frightened cry as her dear friend rushed her, blood tearing from her eyes and nails, clawing hands reaching for Vanessa. She only just managed to slam the door shut, backing up in a hurry and hitting the wall behind her back.

[jageskro]

Jag was tucked in a corner of the room on fire, trying to shut out the sounds of the many screams he could not silence, not anymore than he could quiet the fire. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew, somehow, that it was all his fault. They were burning because of him. Everything was because of him.



The fire and burning people can all be in his mind, or not, as you'd like!

[offthebeatenpath]

Em sat in the middle of a room otherwise empty except for the shifting and creeping from the walls. One foot was tucked under her, with her other leg crossed over and hugged close, and she was surrounded by tarot cards, more than one deck, scattered on the floor around her. She muttered to herself, mostly French, but snatches of English and Italian, even Sinti as she slid cards here and there, making and remaking patterns as she looked more through the cards' images than at them.

She saw faces in the tarot, and danger and pain. Her heart pounded in her chest, and if she'd been able to tear herself away from the cards, she might have reminded herself to breathe. More cards, quickly shuffled and flipped from the deck so sharply, almost franticly, you could hear the cardboard snap.

They're coming.

[harrowgate]

The long, shadowed hall stretched to blackness before him, the faint light of green-fire lanterns on either wall swallowed by the darkness. Felix couldn't remember how long he had been half-running, half-stumbling, down this endless hall, but it felt like hours. Something flickered ahead of him, something just out of reach... but behind him there was dread and a creeping cold, and the deep endless sound of water rushing, rushing, always a little louder but never quite close.

He gasped as he tripped over his own feet -- bare, he saw, somehow, beneath the tatters of denim trousers he didn't remember owning, let alone wearing. Felix clutched at the thin shirt he wore, colorless in the sickly green light, and dirty... a secret worn on the outside, horrifying to him, unintelligible to anyone else.

A heavy step sounded behind him, and Felix jerked upright, turning toward the sound of footsteps and water with wide eyes and a haunted, hunted expression.

[akatawitch]

Sunny padded through the house on silent feet, still all in her ghostly white--white skin and white dress and white shoes--but now there was a new color here, made all the sharper by the contrast. The green of it stood out like a shout in her hand, even before one could properly see it was the blade of a knife. Not a large one, but held with purpose like she meant to use it.

On what, though, might not be so clear.

She could not always hear it. Sometimes the sound of it would fade, softening back down into obscurity. But the thrum of the beat never seemed to leave Sunny's perception.

There was a joke here, about a wizard in white hearing what she heard, but there it was and Gandalf's orcs didn't have shit on this. Drums. Drums in the deep.

And if they came up from those depths, God help her and every other soul in these walls.