Twisting Paths of the Dungeon, Somewhere, Saturday

[not_a_whiner]

Some paths were lit. Some paths were dark. Some paths slowed you as you walked - but in a way only noticeable by comparison. All paths led to the vault. All paths led, eventually, to the rooms.

None of them led outside, which was a pity, really.

[ winding pathways | medieval times | the nothing | personal ghosts | the blasted heath | free space | ooc | please mention your camp's name in your ooc note if it's an open ping! ]

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Winding Pathways

[not_a_whiner]

The pathways seem to be hewn from solid stone, ceilings low. Some of them are lit with torches, one every few feet, but some grow darker as you proceed, until the darkness itself seems to swallow the stone. The shadows themselves rattle, making an unearthly noise.

Re: Winding Pathways

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

With her new fire power, Jessica found herself wandering farther into the corridors than she really dared before. Before today, the noises and her spider-sense warned her away from going too far into the darkness. But today? Any time the darkness approached she shot a flaming web at the ceiling for a few minutes of illumination until the web collapsed.

Of course, this meant that the whole exploring the dungeon thing was kind of boring. Because once you removed the danger and didn't go into any doors, you were basically just walking a cramped hallway over and over. Oh well.

[OOC: Open to camp 1.]

Re: Winding Pathways

[suitably_heroic]

Eventually, Atton's restless steps brought him further into the corridors. His sense of time kept blurring back and forth, back and forth, feeding the fear at his heart-- which in turn made him angrier.

He didn't enter any doors - at least not just yet. Instead he became the human equivalent of a black cloud haunting the pathways.

[[ camp two ftw! ]]

Re: Winding Pathways

[throughaphase]

Kitty hadn't gone out yesterday, and after a while today sitting around being depressed with nothing to do got unbearable. So she asked Clint to stay with Stiles and headed out to see what she could get today.

She felt like her sense of timing was off somehow, but on the plus side, it meant she was being a little more cautious when she walked.


[Open to 1!]

Re: Winding Pathways

[bigdamnprincipal]

As far as Zoe was concerned, the Fandomites had long since outworn their welcome here. She'd stayed in the camp in the morning, checking in with as many people as she could, but it hadn't been long before she was out in the pathways, darkness and creepy-ass noises be damned. If something tried to eat her, at least fighting would give her something to do with all her nervous energy.

A Hand-Crafted Door

[not_a_whiner]

This door is made with elegant but simple craftsmanship. It is also made of wood.

Beyond it lays the courtyard of a vast European castle. The skies are cloudy and the smell is... a little pungent. You could probably find something to eat or a torch to steal if you ventured inside the castle itself, but considering the angry-looking knights parading the walls... it might be a better idea to flee the courtyard into the dirty town below.

Most houses in said town barely hold together. There's mud everywhere, and any wrong step can easily get horse or cow dung on your shoes. On the upside, that means there's also chickens - or their eggs - that you can steal.

Of course, there's a) those knights, who'll come after you swords drawn if they catch sight of you, and b) angry townsfolk who might come after you with sticks and stones if they catch you stealing anything...

[ welcome to medieval times! if you need an NPC, you can request one below. ]

Re: A Hand-Crafted Door

[hatesmoststuff.livejournal.com]

April walked through the door and immediately came to the conclusion that she hated this place -- her deep loathing of the outdoors had stuck with her through her transformation, and the smell wasn't great either.

Then, however, she found herself something to snack on in the form of a pimple-faced new knight, gaining his sword and surprisingly small boots in the process, and she decided maybe this place didn't suck so much after all. She strapped the sword to her waist with the dead guy's belt before going to look for dessert.

[[open to camp 2!]]

Re: A Hand-Crafted Door

[abakingmetaphor.livejournal.com]

"Oooh this is just like that restaurant!" Okay, maybe it was a bit smellier than that restaurant. And probably wouldn't have food come to you as easily. Too bad.

[Open to camp 2!]

Re: A Hand-Crafted Door

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

After spending some time out in the corridors, Jessica decided to pop in and check out one of the doors. Once she got a good look at what the theme was, she made a decision. "I could use some chainmail."

With her powers, it was easy enough to get over the wall and into the castle, but once she was in there, she was lost. "It wouldn't kill them to put up a map with 'You Are Here' on it."

[OOC: Open to camp 1 and the NPC I'll be requesting in the castle.]

Re: A Hand-Crafted Door

[allie-vamp.livejournal.com]

Allie had left the courtyard and headed towards the town, figuring the odds were a little better in her favor for skulking about and finding food for the people back at the camp.

So far she'd been successful, finding some loaves of bread and a small wheel of cheese.

The trick would be seeing if her luck held.

[Open for camp 1]

Re: A Hand-Crafted Door

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Okay, so, this door hadn't looked too crazy. Peeking through it was like looking at a Discovery channel special, but at least one that wasn't full of dinosaurs.

"Uptown, or downtown?" she asked Priestly over her shoulder, eyes fixed on the castle.

A Simple Door

[not_a_whiner]

Made of a comfortingly ordinary thick plastic substance.

... of course, when you step through, it's much less comforting. You stand atop Fandom's rooftop staring into the abyss as it comes towards you - or rather, the rolling clouds that bring the Nothing with them.

If you pay close attention, you might overhear the last messages of people long gone, being shouted into the wind. But it's probably better for everyone if you turn around and leave through the door immediately.

[ nothing room. dropped characters or characters not appearing in this BDE are free to leave messages to anyone who enters here - as if they are being devoured by the Nothing. Muhahaha. ]

Re: A Simple Door

[zetabetabrat.livejournal.com]

Anyone from Fandom who remembered Rebecca Logan might remember her voice being smooth and clipped most of the time - but if they heard her message from up here on the roof, she sounded a little different.

"Oh my god, what is that?" Rebecca could be shrill when she was panicked about creepy-looking clouds that were interrupting her beachside afternoon with her friends. Who would've guessed? "This was not in the weather forecast. I was told eighty-eight and sunny, not 'A butt-ton of creepy clouds that appear to be advancing from all four sides, not even just the sky', okay? Whatever this is, I'm three hundred percent sure it's related to that weird town in Maryland, so if anyone gets this, would you just--?!"

And then there was a loud sound, not unlike an oncoming wave -- and then Nothing.

Re: A Simple Door

[chief-cheerio.livejournal.com]

Even in her evident panic, Quinn was as put-together as ever: The cardigan coordinated with the dress, and both were complemented by the headband and shoes. Only the wildness in her eyes revealed her panic.

"This coffee shop is the last thing left at Yale. And I was on the phone all morning and there's no Lima," she was saying. "No Puck, no Finn, no Santana. God, I'd kill to hear from Rachel again right now. And I remember these storms, from last time."

She paused there, looked straight at anyone who might be listening. "No way are we all coming back again."

Re: A Simple Door

[life_inshadow]

Tara's voice was solemn but rushed, as if she was trying to get out her last words before the inevitable. A second voice echoed her words -- Willow's.

They were what was left.

"Sacred Shakti, hear us, grant our plea. Stop this darkness and give your light. Sacred Shakti, mother of all, hear your children. Sacred Shakti, force of creation --"

And there it cut off, words dropping away to be replaced by only the rush of the wind.

Re: A Simple Door

[its-theclimb.livejournal.com]

The clouds from that last autumn in Fandom were unforgettable. After Standford faded out and all Miley could get on the TV in her dorm room was static, she tried calling her father. When that didn't work - the first few times because it went to voicemail, but then because "the number you are trying to reach is no longer in service" - she wiped desperate tears from her newly-blotchy face and settled on her bed with a guitar.

"I'm moving on, letting go / Holding on to tomorrow / I've always got the memories / While I'm finding out who I’m gonna be / We might be apart but I hope you always know / You'll be with--"

And then silence.

With the way her voice was choked up, she couldn't have hit that note anyway.

Re: A Simple Door

[honoraryphd.livejournal.com]

The message Doctor Doom had to relate was simple.

"CURSE YOU, RICHARDS! YOUR FOLLY IS SURELY TO BLAME FOR THIS! ON BEHALF OF DOOM'S PLANET, YOU SHALL CEASE TO BE! SO SAYS DOO--"

It was also predictable.

Re: A Simple Door

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"My name is Bruce Wayne. I was in Fandom the last time this happened and I made it through to the bitter end," Bruce said. "I'm just not sure it can be done again. We lost Gotham. I had to escape to Metropolis, but it's spreading. It's inevitable. I'll be dead... No, not dead. I'll be gone, as if I never existed, in a few days if I'm lucky. But there is no luck anymore."

"I can only barely remember my parents now. The one thing I do remember is that they wouldn't have wanted it all to end like this. They would have wanted to see me do them proud in the final days. But there's no chance of that anymore. I've failed."

"Fandom, if you can hear this, the end is coming. When it does, there's actually a sense of calm. I've made my peace with everything. I hope you can do th..."

And suddenly, he was gone.

Re: A Simple Door

[yakkoyaks.livejournal.com]

"HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO--"

It was almost as if the end of existence sped up just to cut that off faster.

Re: A Simple Door

[throughaphase]

Kitty made it all the way through this door before what she was seeing clicked. This was the thing that swallowed up the multiverse when she just got here, and was the only thing she'd recognized in this place so far. And while she knew it couldn't be real if it was contained in one room, she didn't want to stick around, and so she turned for the door pretty much immediately.

Re: A Simple Door

[catchmeifyoucan.livejournal.com]

"My name is Frank William Abagnale, junior," said Frank. "The 'junior' is important, even if my dad is... somewhere else right now. I'm fourteen years old and I'm in New Rochelle, New York -- April 1960, if this message reaches anyone from further away in time. It's my birthday in two weeks."

That wasn't important to anyone who might be hearing this, but it was on his mind and he was finding it difficult to self-censor at the moment.

"I know this is strange but it's true -- I can't say for sure what's happening, but I know it isn't good. It's something to do with the gray clouds. I'm not any more a fan of rain clouds than the next person, but these aren't full of rain. They're taking people away. Places, too. If you get caught in one, you're gone. I thought getting on a train to New York would get me far away in time, but in case it doesn't, let me just say -- goodbye."

He actually managed to get that out in time before there was a loud rumble as the train he was on sped up -- and then a disturbing, ringing silence.

A Thick Wooden Door

[not_a_whiner]

This door is made of dark wood, but it looks heavy.

Strangely, there doesn't seem to be much going on on the other side. It just looks like a really expensive office - penthouse, if you look out the window. There's an expensive lunch sitting on the expensive hardwood desk above the expensive hardwood floor, and there are other typical office bits and bobs everywhere that might come in handy.

It may take a moment, or even two, before the catch sets in: a ghost, someone from your past, sweeping in. No one else can see it, but you can. And it'll whisper in your ear until you obey.

[ personal ghosts room. for your mental torture needs. ghosts can torment your character about things they did wrong. they can also encourage your character to do really stupid or harmful things. we won't NPC for this since it's personal! ]

Re: A Thick Wooden Door

[arsenicmauls]

Gert stomped through the door and thought at first that she had stumbled upon the lair of whoever ran this place. It was an easy mistake to make: as far as Gert was concerned, if there was a room this fancy in a place that was otherwise pretty horrible, it wasn't unfair to assume that the fancy part belonged to whoever was in charge.

She gave the desk what she felt was a well-deserved kick, and just as she was reaching for that stupidly fancy-looking sushi on the desk, she was distracted by a voice.

"Seriously, Gert? You're so predictable."

Gert snapped her head up and found herself face-to-face with Alex Wilder. Translucent, but looking otherwise the same way he had when she'd last seen him, Alex strode toward her from a back door in the corner of the room, and Gert -- Gert just put a hand on her hip and glared. Hard.

"What the hell are you doing here?"

Alex didn't exactly look daunted. "Does it matter?" he pointed out reasonably. "You can't do anything about it." He stuck one incorporeal hand through the desk, then out again. "See?"

"Congrats, you've shown off that you're dead," Gert replied. "I'm not, which means I'm pretty sure I don't have to listen to you. Are we done?"

"Why? So you can get back to eating?"

Gert had really, really had enough of this place calling her fat.

"Just get out, Alex," she said, with a note of tiredness in her voice that hadn't been there before. "You're not scaring me or whatever you're supposed to do."

"Now, that doesn't sound like the Gert I know," Alex chided her. "If I remember correctly, your self-esteem should be tanking right now. You don't even have your dinosaur on you to help you pretend you have any firepower whatsoever. Speaking of whom, are you a hundred percent sure she's even alive? You've been gone a while."

Okay, with that look on her face, Gert couldn't even pretend that he wasn't getting to her now.

[[open to camp one, I guess!]]

A Gray Door

[not_a_whiner]

There is something not quite right about this door. Not only is it shaded gray, but the color almost seems to seep outwards into the walls surrounding it...

Take a step inside, and the first thing that strikes you is the wind. This is the very top of Fandom's dorms, the roof. The force of the storm currently in progress can knock small items over the edge of the roof and out into the water or the preserve.

Sometimes shadows pass by above. They are too large to belong to ordinary birds, and they seem to exhibit menace... doubly so when the creatures themselves actually land and reveal themselves to be what they are: grotesques made out of unsuspecting animals. Gray monsters with black eyes that screech and tear at anything that comes close enough.

And they are contagious.

[ welcome back the blasted heath. stay too long, or get struck too hard, and you too will catch it, at least until the end of the plot. for our purposes, the infection will develop rapidly: within the day, you'll find yourself a monster... guidelines are here. let us know if you need an npc! ]

Re: A Gray Door

[not_a_whiner]

Yeah. This didn't look good.

Kaidan took a moment to take stock of the birds flying overhead. Hadn't spotted him yet... so he was going to take his chances and dash downstairs to ransack the sixth floor of the dorms for whatever food and stuff would be in there.

He'd deal with the birds when he came back up.

[[ open to camp 1! ]]

FREE SPACE

[not_a_whiner]

There are many more doors lining the halls of this dungeon. Who knows what you'll find?

[ please adhere to the DIY dungeon room rules. we won't be NPCing here. ]

OOC

[not_a_whiner]

Let us know down here if you've got any questions or you'd like an NPC!

Re: OOC

[craftyladyparts.livejournal.com]

I'd like a knightly NPC in the castle here (http://fh-dungeon.livejournal.com/3219.html?thread=854675#t854675), if possible.

Thanks!