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Post by Yoyti on Oct 31, 2013 15:43:49 GMT -5
You approach a mansion. A very large mansion. A very creepy mansion. A not-so-very abandoned mansion. As the sun sets and the mansion becomes only creepier, some eerie music in D-Minor begins to sound.
Followed by some not-quite-so-eerie-music-which-is-still-however-part-of-the-piece-thus-requiring-me-to-display-it.
You have a feeling that if you'd only become familiar with the Don Juan legend that you could have avoided this.
Do you:
Enter the mansion -- there might be candy! Or ghosts! Or cursed statues!
Turn back into the forest -- you don't want to interrupt whatever party is going on in there that calls for such eerie D-Minor music.
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Post by Coaster on Oct 31, 2013 18:11:32 GMT -5
Onward ho! I'm sure that a mansion surrounded by such a rousing orchestral movement will only be enriching and, what's more, one-hundred-percent safe!
*gullibly enters despite not knowing anything about the Don Juan legend*
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Post by Nova on Oct 31, 2013 18:14:35 GMT -5
Nova appears at the mansion, simply delighted at the music. Sure, it's scary, but it is Halloween after all. He enters the mansion, expecting a mile high pile of candy...
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Post by Yoyti on Oct 31, 2013 18:24:03 GMT -5
The entrance hall, like the exterior of the mansion, is extremely large, and extremely creepy. The D-Minor music grows in intensity before backing down to become simple underscoring. The furniture appears to have been arranged by Stravinsky, or by no one at all. The chords become increasingly dissonant, and you hear, from some room hidden by a door, rapid incomprehensible muttering (although it's probably just muffled by the wall), and on the other side, just out of view from an open window (and how you didn't hear this from the garden is beyond you) is someone producing rapid, extremely comprehensible high pitched screaming.
Do you
Investigate the muttering (Whoever's there might just be hyper off of candy!)
Investigate the screaming (If people scream for ice cream, what else might they scream for?)
Run away! (This house doesn't offer candy up front, and time is wasting. Best hit some guaranteed spots before investigating.)
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Post by Coaster on Oct 31, 2013 18:36:07 GMT -5
a) investigate the muttering.
Coaster approaches the door and pauses to listen for a moment.
"Stomp your feet emphatically," he says aloud, without actually stomping.
Unsurprisingly, nothing happens, and he realizes that plot step is over.
He opens the door a crack, muffling the creak as best he can, and peers inside...
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Post by Yoyti on Oct 31, 2013 19:14:49 GMT -5
Sure enough, this is the dining hall! And it is just as large and creepy as the rest of the house. A small, apparently invisible, chamber orchestra is playing something. You think you recognize the tune.
You can't see the mutterer, though. All you see is a large table set up for three. And while the places at the table are neat, the table itself is not. The tablecloth has been pulled half out from under the dishes. Wine is spilt everywhere, and there is a huge hole by the door. It would seem to be a bottomless pit, and more D-Minor music is emanating from there. It clashes with the peppy chamber orchestra, but not tremendously.
It's almost as if... you think to yourself, as if someone here were dragged down to the land of the dead by the vengeful spirit of someone they killed... No! you amend. That's way too specific to be true!
But you're hungry and there's no candy to be seen, so you sit down at the table and start eating. And then your foot nudges something underneath the table. You pull aside what's left of the tablecloth to see a man curled up under there, hysterical-eyed and muttering.
"The statue came to dinner..." he seems to be repeating maniacally. But there is no statue in the room.
Have at it. Shall you say something? See something? Stab something?
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Post by Coaster on Oct 31, 2013 19:26:29 GMT -5
Coaster prods the man with a fork, hoping to knock some sense into him. After all, if there was a statue, it's had its vengeance on this poor fellow and should no longer pose a threat, unless it could come out of that hole in the floor. Simultaneously, Coaster starts wondering where that Meepit he saw went off to.
In any case, actual food is so much better than candy in large quantities, so he takes the closest chair to the hole (because D-Minor is somewhat more interesting than C-Major), corrects the tablecloth's orientation as best he can, and starts making sandwiches of whatever is on the table.
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Post by Yoyti on Oct 31, 2013 19:49:37 GMT -5
Stabbing him with a fork seems to have gotten his attention. The man regains his composure. It's almost unnerving how composed he now is. Particularly in comparison to how deranged he seemed before -- he seems perhaps even more deranged now.
The man walks over to the spot where Coaster is making sandwiches, producing no sound but the resonant clunk of his boots. That echoing sound is quite clearly deliberate.
"Please don't make sandwiches," says the man, in a voice bass and monotone, but not altogether dull. "Mio padrone will be very upset with me when he finds out you've been eating his food."
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Post by ♥ Azzie on Oct 31, 2013 21:57:28 GMT -5
Azzie trots inside, fascinated, and decides to investigate the screaming. Perhaps she can offer her services as a mediator.
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Post by Yoyti on Oct 31, 2013 22:16:47 GMT -5
Azzie moves toward the screaming. Or, from another, more accurate frame of reference, the screaming starts to move toward her. As it does, the D-Minor music fades out, and it becomes clear that this screamer, whoever it is, isn't screaming, but rather singing. Very hysterically and out of tune, but singing nonetheless.
Sure enough, Azzie catches sight of a slightly deranged soprano, singing ear-piercingly high notes to lyrics in some other language. She appears to be meditative, if a little freaked out. There is a carpet of broken glass covering the floor -- the room seems to have had a very large (and of course, very creepy) window in it. And this sing-screaming woman appears as if she might want to cement the tragedy.
You'd best hope you're not the tragic figure.
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Post by Birdy on Nov 1, 2013 2:32:44 GMT -5
Birdy boldly enters the mansion - she is a Ghostbuster, after all! And she ain't afraid of no ghost - bustin' makes her feel good!
She has no idea where to go, though. She hears screaming from one direction, muttering from another, and there is no candy in sight. She stands there, fidgeting with the straps of her proton-pack, unsure of what to do.
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Post by Lizica on Nov 1, 2013 22:24:14 GMT -5
Against her better judgment, Lizica steps into the creepy mansion and glances around nervously. No candy here. She decides to follow the screaming, then observes the eerie window and listens anxiously as the soprano nails the hysterically high notes.
Lizica sees Azzie nearby and whispers to her, as the woman might be wrapping up her song. "Er... Should we applaud?" It's pretty good singing, sure, but Lizica would prefer not to draw attention to herself in this place if she can.
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