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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[hollow_moon]

"I don't come here often," Val admitted with a nervous smile, bringing the food over and starting to plate it.

[jageskro]

"It seems like a shame," Jag replied, pulling drawers open until he found the right one for forks and knives. "Having all this space and not using it."

[hollow_moon]

"It gets used. Like I said, it's a wedding hall most of the time," Val smiled. "I've heard there's a hotel chain that would like to buy it though."

[jageskro]

"That sounds... impersonal," Jag said hesitantly, coming back to the table with the cutlery.

[hollow_moon]

"It would be the sensible thing to do though. It's just land, no one lives here now," Val shrugged as he finally moved to sit. "Not my choice though. It's up to my mother what happens to this place."

[jageskro]

Jag instinctively sought Val's foot with his own under the table, resting his ankle against his. It was silly, but he felt better for being able to touch him. "Don't you get a say?"

[hollow_moon]

Val shrugged, returning the gesture and looking thoughtful. "I suppose if I had an opinion, my mother would listen- But honestly? It would be good to have a hotel here. Something a bit grand. It's good for tourism, and the town could use something like that."

[jageskro]

Jag couldn't imagine letting go of so much history, but maybe Val didn't feel as if it were his. Not everyone dealt the same way with being adopted. Either way, it felt a bit like a minefield of a conversation, so he shrugged. "As long as you're happy. Have you spent a lot of time here?"

[hollow_moon]

"Not since I was very young," Val replied, stabbing a bit of bacon with his fork as he shook his head. "It was remodelled a while back- It's all very different from when I was a boy," he admitted.

[jageskro]

"What was it like then?" Jag asked curiously, getting into the food with gusto. He really had been starving.

[hollow_moon]

"Darker," Val said thoughtfully. "A bit stuffy and Victorian- But I like that sort of thing. I like that slight gothic edge."

[jageskro]

"I hadn't noticed," Jag told him with a playful smirk, and a nudge of his foot against Val's. He'd seen his flat, after all.

[hollow_moon]

Val kicked him gently, grinning that slightly wolfish grin.

"I find it suits me," he shrugged.

[jageskro]

Jag really loved that grin; it made him want to push Val back against the nearest available surface and do wicked things to his body involving his own tongue. It made his own half-smile stick around for a little longer. "All that matters, innit?" He forced himself to break eye contact and get back to his food.

[hollow_moon]

"Not to be vain, but- Well, I do take some pride in my looks," he admitted, having the decency to at least look a bit bashful as he said it. "I have a certain aesthetic- It's how I define myself, if I'm honest."

[jageskro]

"I'm sorry to say, I don't really care what you wear," Jag answered with a slight shrug. He felt just as self-conscious about it, because he clearly didn't have Val's sense of style, and he was worried Val might not like that about him. His clothes tended to be second hand things he found in thrift shops, practical and cheap.

[hollow_moon]

"That's alright, Jag. I don't much mind what you wear either," Val smiled. "You always look good to me."

[jageskro]

"Well, good," he answered with a small smile. "'Cause I don't really give a shit what I wear." Not in the way Val did, anyway. "This is really good, by the way," he added, glancing down at the plate to indicate the bacon and eggs. "Thanks."

[hollow_moon]

"You're very welcome," Val nodded.

"I quite like cooking," he admitted. "I find I often depend on take away or dining out, but when I do cook, I find it very relaxing," he confessed, pointing at Jag with his fork and smiling brightly.

"I'll gladly feed you any day. You eat so eagerly. It's refreshing. Too many people peck at their food like birds."

[jageskro]

"Too many people have never had to worry about their next meal," Jag answered with a shrug, then frowned at what that sounded like. "Not that I'd wish that on them."

Well, maybe just some of them. Once or twice, to teach them a lesson.

[hollow_moon]

Val's smile faded, turning to concern.

"I hope you know that as my friend, you never need to worry about that again. That's not charity either, Jag. I've a full fridge, and you're always welcome to share my meals."

[jageskro]

It might not be charity, but it still wasn't an offer Jag felt comfortable accepting.

"I'm doing all right," he told Val with only a slight frown, which faded quickly. "I mean, thanks, but - people like the shows, and it's not like we're paying rent." He smirked. "Once I even met this really hot philanthropist who'd got nothing better to do than hire me for a private show. Brought in more cash than I'd make in a few days."

[hollow_moon]

Val smiled apologeticly, then nodded. "I only mean to say- That should a hard time ever come, I hope you know that as your friend I-"

He trailed off, not wanting to put his foot in it again, then shrugged.

"Just know I'm your friend, and friends help one another."

[jageskro]

Jag paused, and then said, "You're not, though. I mean, I don't feel about my friends the way I feel about you." What he was saying had nothing to do with the offer for help. But Val had been calling him that for a while, now, and Jag felt it was about time to say something about it.

Trying to communicate things. Apparently, it was all the rage.

[hollow_moon]

"I feel strongly about you as well," Val said, looking a bit surprised. "I just didn't want to assume... And asking someone to be your boyfriend- Well, I was worried you might find that silly. Childish, even."