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A House with Many Doors



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Sat Nov 25, 2017 6:43 pm
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You wake up to find yourself in an unfamiliar room, lavish and large in size. On your hand is a unique, strange mark that has never been there before, that doesn't come off no matter what you try.

The truth is, you are in a strange House. It is full of wonders and seems to lack nothing in terms of luxury and design. There doesn't seem to be a malevolent presence, either. But the owner of the House is not home. And the problem is, there seems to be no way out.

The most noteworthy thing in the mysterious mansion is the abundance of doors, which do not have handles or knobs to open them. However, engraved in each door is a mark--one which may match the one on your hand. Only you can open those doors. You must find the other people in the House and find a way to leave.

-<>-

A young woman with brown eyes paced across the carpet of a large room. She wore a dress made of exquisite material and modest design, and her wavy, dark brown hair was partially pulled up while the rest of it was loose and going past her waist, a lady of high status. Questions swirled through her mind, as well as a hint of panic.

Was it Alanis? Did she order her men to kidnap me? Would she really dare? She shook her head. No. I have to get out of here. I cannot give her the satisfaction of doing something outrageous while I am trapped here. She headed purposefully towards the door and stopped short when she reached out to find that there was no apparent way to open it--and that she had a dark, tattoo-like mark on the back of her hand, shaped like a songbird. She gasped and rubbed at it, but gave up quickly when it did not give way.

All right, Adamina, think. She glanced about her, and back at the door. She studied the small songbird engraved there, and compared it to the one on her hand. Perhaps there was some sort of correlation.

She reached out and touched the mark in the door. To her surprise, the bird seemed to come to life, letting out a chirp and hopping to the side, before it went still again. Then, the door opened slightly.

"Yes!" she whispered, pushing open the door and heading out into the hall to explore.

Spoiler! :
Everyone's mark is different, so please make up your own.
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Sat Nov 25, 2017 9:27 pm
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Auryon stood, swaying a bit as the world came into focus again, fingers gripping the back of a chair for support. Her brownish-red eyes scanned her surroundings. A crystal chandelier was above her, lighting endless rows of shelves filled with leather-bound volumes and gilded pages. Fiery, glinting hair is tied back in a bun, and the woman who can be no older than twenty-five wears a dark, tight tee and jeans, finished up with black leather boots. She's quite beautiful, actually, and even the way she moves exudes grace like some feline predator.

She glances down at the chair she's gripping, releasing it and stepping back, looking curiously at the back of her hand where the mark of a coiled serpent seems to be burned into her skin.

Oh, I like it, can we keep it? a female voice at the back of her head asks.

"No," she murmurs with a low growl in her tone. "And it's my body, so you get no say in it."

Do too.

"Shut up." The woman heads towards the door, stepping into the hallway.
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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The halls seemed easy to get lost in. Adamina walked slowly, memorizing her path as she went. She wondered if anyone else was here. Certainly if Alanis' men were here, that would not be good. She decided not to call out.
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"Hello?" she says, her voice echoing through the halls. "Anyone else here?"
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Sat Nov 25, 2017 11:34 pm
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Adamina froze. Should she risk revealing herself?

She reached back and felt at her hair for the Eastern-style hairpin her father had given her. At least she still had it. If the other person was dangerous, Adamina wouldn't be completely defenseless.

"Hello," she called back.
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"Where are you?" she starts walking towards the voice.

Maybe we can get a bit of you-know-what?

"No," she mutters. "Shut up."

Aw, that's not nice.

"Don't care. Shut your trap."

You speak as though you're the one in charge.
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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Sat Nov 25, 2017 11:51 pm
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"Up ahead, I suppose." How was she supposed to answer that? Directions were relative when one was lost.
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"You got a name?" Smalltalk might keep the conversation going long enough for her to find the figure.

Probably not as many as you.
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Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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"...Mina. Yours?"
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Sarah.

"Auryon." She turns a corner, getting close.
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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James woke with a start, and as he opened his eyes, and came to the realization that he was, in fact, not in a forest under the babybell tree he'd been under when he first fell asleep. The more this reality dawned upon him, the more he could feel himself teetering on the edge of panic. He sat up, finding himself of a large, king-sized bed, in the middle of an even larger, king sized room. If he didn't know better, he would've guessed he was in Blackfield's castle - by some bizarre, and fearsomely unknown circumstances. Could this have been Eliza's doing somehow? Was he caught? Drugged?

Everything inside emanated wealth, as the tall, golden bed frame shone under the light of a crystal chandelier handing from the ceiling. The silk sheets he was lying were soft and comfortable, but alarmingly foreign to him. The similarly grandiose appearance of the rest of the furnishings in the room continued to send his mind reeling with confusion as he tried to figure out where he was and why and how he got there.

With considerable delay from when he actually decided to, to when he actually did, James slid off the bed, and looked himself over.

He was fine (relatively). He wasn't harmed. All of his belonging that were on him when he fell asleep were still there.

In an attempt to keep his heart rate from shooting completely through the roof, he figured he'd double check. He slowly made his way towards a large, golden vanity on the other side of the room, and looked in the tall, shining, mirror.

Amazing. I look as horrible as I feel.

It had been a very long time since he'd had the luxury of looking at his own reflection, and for a moment, he wasn't sure he recognized himself. His reddish brown hair was short, and messy, and his thick brows shadowed his tired blue eyes. His face, previously clean shaven, was now shadowed by stubble that framed his resting frown. He lifted his hand, scratching at the bristly hairs but then froze, his gaze locking on his hand in the reflection, and then looking down at his actual hand.

There was... a black crown tattoo on the back of his hand.

He rubbed it, and scratched it. He licked his fingers, and tried scrubbing away at it, but nothing he tried got the marking off of his skin. It was stuck there.

Okay, now I need to get out of here.

He made a beeline for the door, but stopped a few feet from it as he realized that there was no doorknob or door handle. It was simply... a door. And there was a marking on it where a doorknob ought to have been. It was a... bird.

"What the hell."

Spoiler! :
hops in - hello, I hope it's okay that I put Mina's mark on the door. Though it would make it more interesting if he couldn't get out so easy
Pants are an illusion. And so is death.






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"Anyone else here as far as you know?" her voice lilts through the halls, past James.

There's me.

"Yeah, as if most people would say you're real," she mutters.
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Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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James heard the voice pass, and for a second, he considered his options. It seemed there was no way to escape but the door. For all he knew, he probably wasn't supposed to be able to open it, but there was no way he was going to let himself be stuck there for eternity. And from what little he could gather from what the voice said, him making noise as a response could be very well timed.

So he knocked loudly. "Yes." He said through the door.
Pants are an illusion. And so is death.






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"I do not know." As much as she hated to say it out loud. Adamina kept walking, as the voice was getting close. She pulled the pin from her hair and hid it in her sleeve.
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"Alright, you got a name?"

You gonna introduce me?

"No," she says more quietly to herself.
"All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost."


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