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]

It was so easy to let himself get lost in the kiss. To wrap his arms around Jag in return and close his eyes. It was easy to convince himself this would all work out- That they'd make it work, even if they both were clearly not good at this sort of thing.

Val had spent years going through lovers the way most people went through dental floss, and a small part of him worried that he might cling too tightly now that he'd found someone he really wanted. ...Or worse, that he'd push Jag away and lose not just a love, but a friend as well.

[jageskro]

Jag kept an arm securely around Val's shoulders, but his other hand could not seem to stay still, reexploring Val as if it had been years since last he could, cradling his jaw, tracing a thumb down his neck, stroking a path down his chest, back to his face, touching his thigh, anchoring itself at his hip for a moment, only to move on again. Jag forced himself to break the kiss, loosening his arm around Val's shoulders. "Want to relocate? Otherwise I'm going down on you right here."

Fair warning, really.

[hollow_moon]

"You are absolutely not doing that in this kitchen," Val laughed. "Upstairs, I think. Somewhere with a bed, perhaps. ...Not that I'm against getting creative."

[jageskro]

"We could've got creative right against this table," Jag pointed out, smiling brightly, and stood, holding his hand out to Val. Wherever they were going, he just wanted to be there already, and taste that patch of skin on Val's neck that made him moan so prettily.

[hollow_moon]

Val growled playfully, taking the offered hand and pulling Jag towards the stairs- The very grand stairs.

"We'll go to one of the guest suites," he offered, hoping Jag wouldn't be too put off by the fact that each suite was almost a mini apartment. Bigger than some people's homes.

[jageskro]

Jag was climbing the stairs two by two, and he grinned at Val. "If you're sure you don't want me to suck you off against that banister."

It was, after all, a very grand banister, and Jag could picture it easily, Val leaning back against it, fingers curled around it, knuckles white, head thrown back in pleasure. Yeah, he liked that image a lot.

[hollow_moon]

"No! God no!" Val laughed, nearly falling over as he doubled over slightly at the thought. "Oh my god, I can't even imagine. What if one of my aunties walked in to check in on the place? They'd have a heart attack."

[jageskro]

"Come on, what are the odds?" Jag protested, still smiling at him, but keeping going. He was still talking, but he was just fine with grabbing one of the guest suites, or whatever Val had called them. "You'd look hot, braced against that thing as I went down on you."

[hollow_moon]

"The odds are slim, but it would be just my bloody luck," Val laughed, allowing himself to be pulled along, but pulling Jag to a stop near the top of the stairs.

"Promise me you'll not get all weird once we go in there," he said, nodding at the door. "That you wont panic or get upset."

[jageskro]

Jag frowned at the unexpected question, turning to Val with both hands on his waist. "What, is it a Bluebeard type room?" He smiled playfully, and leaned in for another kiss.

[hollow_moon]

"I'm serious," Val insisted. "You get- You get weird around things you perceive as wealthy or rich."

[jageskro]

Jag leaned back, and sighed. "Have you seen where we're standing? Where I've just offered to blow you? Unless it's a room made of gold and jewels, I think I'll be fine." Everything in this place stank of wealth and riches.

[hollow_moon]

Val hesitated, then nodded a bit.

"Alright," he said, looking hopeful. "Come on then."

[jageskro]

"I don't have wealth PTSD, you know," Jag stated, and went and opened the doors to the suite himself (and he wasn't freaking out that there were two of those, thank you), walking in as if daring the place to throw its worst at him.

[hollow_moon]

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