Sara is very curious about these odd servants and not being one who has ever been a believer of ghosts, she's inclined to learn more about them. Sara investigates the servants and/or vanishing images.
Sara is very curious about these odd servants and not being one who has ever been a believer of ghosts, she's inclined to learn more about them. Sara investigates the servants and/or vanishing images.
Jack goes with Sara to protect her from... uhm... servants and/or vanishing images.
That's just something bad waiting to happen Methos. Better you take a claymore-swinging lunatic with you for protection.
Wait, that came out wrong.
Search for clues (and a decent bottle of rum) once again. Also look for a jukebox or something to get some good music going in this dive.
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Tim will search for clues.
Joseph will tag along with Sara and the group. He is sure they won't be able to achieve anything without his help and at the moment he doesn't feel like going off on his own. So helps with searching for clues. However he will be looking for something to defend himself with, if he has to die here, he won't do it without a fight.
Supreme Victory, The Shadow Fort
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Oh yes. Following the crowd seems like a good idea. Join Sara's group to search for clues on he paranormal
As the group begin to follow along with her, Sara secretly glances down at her outfit, making sure something embarrassing wasn't happening that was causing all of the attention.
Dr Weston is starting to look rather edgy, and has increased the rate of his chain-smoking somewhat.
He sits for a long while doing what appears to be a fiendishly complicated mathematical equation.
And then, without warning, he gets up and marches out of the room in search of a way out.
Just to let you know, the in-thread writeup won't always be about the biggest group or those searching or clues; sometimes it'll switch to a different perspective and you'll see things happening for someone else.
Also, try to keep your PMs to yourself; keeps the suspense going if you're unsure what's happening to others around the Hotel.
"Blacker than a moonless night. Hotter and more bitter than Hell itself… that is coffee."
As far as I can tell, everybody but Beskar have posted their orders. Round 2 is concluded, we'll try to have the write-up and the PM as soon as possible.
Originally Posted by Drone
Originally Posted by TinCow
Find a way out
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Days since the Apocalypse began
"We are living in space-age times but there's too many of us thinking with stone-age minds" | How to spot a Humanist
"Men of Quality do not fear Equality." | "Belief doesn't change facts. Facts, if you are reasonable, should change your beliefs."
Bump?
Updates are on their way, don't worry.
Originally Posted by Drone
Originally Posted by TinCow
Sorry guys, I've been swamped recently with employment stuff... working on the PMs and writeup over Sunday and Bank Holiday Monday!
Again, apologies! <3
"Blacker than a moonless night. Hotter and more bitter than Hell itself… that is coffee."
I've started on the PMs now; Winston, Beefy, slashandburn, Reenk and Beskar should recieve theirs this evening, the rest of you will get yours tomorrow after I've had a brief break.
Patience, intrepid explorers!
EDIT: Righto, I've sorted Winston, Beefy and s&b's results out, those PMs have been sent off. Tomorrow's writeup is 95% done too. Everyone else's PMs will be done tomorrow hopefully... I'm shattered now though and thinking any harder's just going to give me major writer's block.
Sorry about the wait!
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"Blacker than a moonless night. Hotter and more bitter than Hell itself… that is coffee."
The adventures of Yuudai continue!
Days since the Apocalypse began
"We are living in space-age times but there's too many of us thinking with stone-age minds" | How to spot a Humanist
"Men of Quality do not fear Equality." | "Belief doesn't change facts. Facts, if you are reasonable, should change your beliefs."
Righto, I've completed and sent off PMs to Winston, slash, Stildawn, Beskar and Beefy thus far. Autolycus and Reenk both have their own PM, everyone remaining has a group one based on orders given and relative locations around the hotel. The in-thread writeup is mostly done too...
...t'is alot of work this narrating lark!
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"Blacker than a moonless night. Hotter and more bitter than Hell itself… that is coffee."
It is indeed. I greatly appreciate what you're doing. You really carry this game.
Originally Posted by Drone
Originally Posted by TinCow
Just doin' my job!
Currently mid-way through Reenk's PM, then there's the big group of everyone else and some finishing touches to the write-up... should be done by the early hours, writer's block forbid.
"Blacker than a moonless night. Hotter and more bitter than Hell itself… that is coffee."
"Blacker than a moonless night. Hotter and more bitter than Hell itself… that is coffee."
I really enjoyed your result PM, was an utter joy to imagine how the character would react! He's some light comedy relief but it's clear to me that the hotel's going to change him if he makes it out alive. :P
Almost done with the rest of the PMs, and I only have to click post to have the write-up done. Then I can collapse and have a rest. xD
"Blacker than a moonless night. Hotter and more bitter than Hell itself… that is coffee."
Phase 2
Looking For Trouble
slashandburn
The first floor landing of the hotel was painted in warm, summer hues and adorned with watercolours of boating lakes and meadows; Santiago Torres rolled his eyes at the decadance of the building's artwork and waved farewell to Will Coback before taking a left and vanishing from sight down the next corridor. In truth, Torres was happy to be free of the little scaredy-cat anyway, he was probably much better off going around alone anyway... people like that often hindered rather than helped, in his opinion.
The orange paintwork of the first floor landing faded into a cool azure hue as Santiago proceeded further down the corridor and then blended into a frosted white-blue colour; the air around him plummeted in temperature as if to suit the chance in decor, and it took all of Torres' willpower not to head back to the stairs due to the intense cold that pricked at his skin. It was going to take take more than a bust heating system to frighten off a man with exceptional willpower such as Santiago's.
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
He recalled his childhood sweetheart back in Cuba, Rubi; she was a wily young lass who had often paired up with him for fishing expeditions and such, and she had taught him many of the life lessons he carried with him today. He remembered the breathing technique she had taught him many years ago for retrieving their lobster traps, a technique that meant the pair could dive without the bothersome encumbrance or cost of diving equipment.
He felt that his current situation warranted the technique too, and he paused for a moment, closing his eyes and inhaling a lungful of air and exhaling slowly, repeating this exercise for a minute or so until he felt that his breathing had become steady and consistent. The air around him remained cold to the touch, but the stinging sensation of frost had subsided entirely, and Torres believed his technique had worked; he opened his eyes.
Darkness.
Santiago couldn't see at all, everything was pitch black; he turned around on the spot, calmly at first, but could see nothing, and panic began to set in. Swirling around, bumping into the walls, Torres stumbled around the corridor until he tripped over and fell to the floor in a heap. The Cuban swore loudly as he struggled to get up, but some unseen force seemed to be holding him down on the ground in a tangled mess, his head half pinned beneath his arms.
"Your eye is so pretty", a child-like feminine voice whispered through the darkness, "can I have it?"
Santiago screamed in horror as the unseen voice attacked, hands scratching at his partially exposed face, fingers probing for the fear-stricken eye that flitted around trying to find the assailant to no avail. His screams would go unanswered for several minutes.
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When he finally awoke, the young Cuban would find himself comforted by a group of fellow guests, their sorrowful yet disgust-ridden faces failing to hide the true extent of his injuries. He was lucky to be alive at all.
Spoiler Alert, click show to read:
"Blacker than a moonless night. Hotter and more bitter than Hell itself… that is coffee."
D:
Everyone run for your lives!
There we go, hope that's to everyone's liking and that you enjoyed your PMs too.
G'night! ^_^
"Blacker than a moonless night. Hotter and more bitter than Hell itself… that is coffee."
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