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[fuckyou_chorus]

[an indeterminate period of time ago (mainly because i am too damn lazy to look it up) your characters may have found themselves in the strangest of places - the minds of other people. There, they could learn all sorts of interesting things about their fellow detainees, such as their horrible love for disco

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[kepthishead]

[You're in a house! A manor, to be precise, with the expensive and fancy furniture that would go with that name. It's all very gothic, really. There aren't enough windows to light up the rooms on their own, so there are lanterns along the walls, which splutter and flare every so often. There's definitely an ambience of age, of history and of it being really fucking confusing.

You are in the sitting room. The couches are not as comfortable as they should be, and there are people wandering around doing their business and not paying you any attention. Assholes. There's a bookcase to the far left, a desk with paper on it and a door. What do you do?]

[haspinkglasses]

[ ... Not questioning this and going to the desk first ]

[kepthishead]

[The desk is probably older than the combined age of camp -- okay, kidding, but it is old and made of heavy, dark wood. There's a fountain pen and paper spread on the desk. If you were to read the papers, it's hard to read and the words blur, but certain words are clearer than others: Sablier, success, investment, sharing, safeguard. The words "family pride?" at the bottom is written in a different hand, and it is very clearly written by a very agitated person.]

[haspinkglasses]

Thaaaat's weird.

[ any drawers that can be searched? ]

[kepthishead]

[they're locked, except for one. it has a photograph turned upside down. If you flip it over, it is of a family - a dark haired man with a hella impressive beard, a blonde, tired lady, and seven children, ranging from six to late twenties.

The glass pane is broken.]

[haspinkglasses]

[ ... places the picture on the desk and looks around to see if there's a replacement frame ]

[kepthishead]

[there isn't, though your searches have revealed more sheets of paper! Clearly whoever organises this place is a terrible filer. The notes are clearer. "It's true. There can be more than one. With this, we can regain our place." There's a list of names below the note, about thirty, with ages beside the names in brackets. The ages range from 3 to 15. Some of the names have been crossed out.

The top name is blurred, though the age is written (16).]

[haspinkglasses]

[ sighs, leaving the picture on the desk, but pocketing that new sheet he found. TO THE BOOKSHELF ]

[kepthishead]

[They're all about DARK MAGIC!!! okay, no, but if you were to read them there would be a lot of stuff about contracting with something called a "Chain", sacrificing people and the nature of the Abyss. To most readers, it reads like fairy tales, though there are a few hints that this is all entirely real and the person who wrote it was more than a little unhinged. The infrequent mentions of "Sablier" and how the Abyss opened under their feet probably don't help much.]

[haspinkglasses]

[ going back to the desk and picking up that first sheet of paper, matching up terms with stuff from the book ]

[kepthishead]

[what you can work out is that there was an experiment! Involving children, a Chain named Humpty Dumpty and the Abyss near Sablier, and that the struck out names are ones who possibly fell into the Abyss or died. It's hard to tell. You still can't work out who the first name is.]

[haspinkglasses]

Great...

[ taking the paper and book and heading towards the door ]

[kepthishead]

[you're in a corridor! the lighting is still annoying though :( there's movement in the background that, if you focused on it, would be two young men hurting a small teenaged boy, slamming him into a wall and the like. The two young men look vaguely familiar, especially the fair haired one, but they're no-one you've seen before. As soon as you focus on them, they fade away. In their place is another memory, this time is of the same two young men, this time listening very indulgently to a small child who is speaking with a lot of animation. The child looks very familiar. The child turns around and grins incandescently at the young teenaged boy you saw earlier and waves him over, apparently ignorant to the looks of distaste that the older men exchange between themselves.

The corridor leads left and right. Left is a flight of stairs leading down, right is a series of rooms. Which way?]

[haspinkglasses]

[ Stairs!! ]

[kepthishead]

[as you walk along the corridor and down the stairs there's more scenes like that: the same small boy scowling miserably as a much older man tells him that family is all he can trust; an older woman slapping the child into a wall and telling him he needs to be quiet; a dark haired girl grabbing an older version of the child and dragging him away while exchanging excited looks with him; the child and two teenagers - one being the teenager you saw older now a few years older and a younger teenager with a gold and red eye, draping on the dark haired teenager - sitting on a couch and talking, while he gets annoyed and pouts; being brought in to the older man's office and told that his results with his tutor suggest that he has aptitude but that he needs to stop bringing shame to the family and focus ...

The stairs lead to a corridor with two doors and a room down the end.]

[haspinkglasses]

[ ... checking the first door ]