Toys, toys, for all bad boys

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.

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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. ]

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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. ]

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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! ]

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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! ]

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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. ]

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

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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.]

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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!]]

Edited Date: 2013-04-13 03:48 pm (UTC)

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"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!]

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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! ]]

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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!]]

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Well, this place looked promising... and also worrying. So far, Kaidan hadn't walked into any room that looked good that didn't come with some kind of catch. Still... still, it was quiet.

He pocketed some of the food first, then pulled open the drawers one by one. Occasionally, he glanced up just to make sure nothing deadly had suddenly appeared, but it was... empty.

"You were always weak."

He looked up again and came face to face with a very familiar turian face. Bareface. They had a stigma about that, he remembered; the knowledge seemed to hit his stomach hard.

"Vyrnnus," he said, and rubbed at his eyes. "The maze is messing with me again."

"Then again, you are human," Vyrnnus replied, pacing around the room. "Your kind were always weak. Lazy. Too busy saving yourselves to be able to put yourself on the line and do your duty..."

"You're not actually here. I don't have to listen to this." But he was, wasn't he? Damn it.

The turian crossed his arms. "Ah, yes. Your little tantrum made sure of that, didn't it? Tell me, did it make you feel proud, Alenko? Did it make you feel like a hero? Did killing me impress your girlfriend?"

Kaidan gritted his teeth and kept digging.

[[ open to camp 1. forgot to mention that, whoops. ]]

Edited Date: 2013-04-13 05:59 pm (UTC)

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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.]

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

Thanks!

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Clop, clop, clop...

There was one thing to be said for a fully-armored knight: it was really easy to hear them coming down the hall.

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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.

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Normally, Jessica would find a nice, shadowy corner on the ceiling to crouch in. But, well, she was lost and the medieval equivalent of Google Maps was coming. "Excuse me," she said, popping her head into the hall. "You couldn't tell me where the armory is, could you? Wait. I probably shouldn't have said 'armory.' Um, ladies room?"

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The knight came to a sudden stop, his hand flying towards the hilt of his sword. Then he saw the general shape of her head. A girl. "Step forward," he said, "What is your name, girl?"

She was not one of the servants. He knew that.

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Jessica raised her hands to show that she meant no harm and stepped out fully into the knight's view. Her argyle sweater vest, pants from space, and bowling shoes probably didn't make for a very period-authentic costume.

"I'm Jessica Drew. I come from York. The new part of it. I was just hoping to get some chainmail to help me survive out there," she said, nodding toward where she was pretty sure the outdoors were. "I mean, clearly, I'm not dressed for the situation."

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Natalie had promised to try not going to places alone, and so far she was keeping it. So here she was.

Looking around dubiously. "Does the restaurant also have angry looking knights?"

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"Why would a peasant woman need chainmail?"

Especially such an... oddly dressed one. Perhaps she was mad? Grand. He'd find himself in real trouble if someone found out he let a madwoman roam the castle.

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"Bears," Jessica said. "And highwaymen. You know, you can never be too prepared for danger."

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The knight began to walk towards her. "You need to leave."

She was raving. Certainly mad.

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