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Send 🤞 for a lie my muse has told yours
“My dad’s totally cool with me being out this late.” She boasted, bold-face lying and crossing her arms across her chest. In truth, she had snuck out of her window. “So can I pleeeeease go with you guys?”
allow me to slip into something more comfortable…. *turns into a bat and hits the window*
Send 🤞 for a lie my muse has told yours
MY SAILOR OUTFIT, I WEAR IT EVERYDAY SO I LOOK SUPER CUTE LIKE THOSE GIRLS IN ANIME, OH!
personals DO NOT REBLOG.
*mabinogis your chloe*
“Rawr!”
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tempotenants:
Jace took in the room once he’d passed through the door, no one answering his call. He must be here by himself. Or at least he must be the only person out so far, given there were a few other doors. The rest of the room didn’t have lighting from any windows, so it was just as dim as the bedroom had been. It was equally decorated, though these things seemed far more generic compared to the uncanny familiarity of the room with all his things. It did seem kinda like it was trying to be a nice space… but it was just unsettling, honestly. Like a rec room for a college, but somehow more depressing.
Jace hummed a little to himself in thought as he glanced over what was around and started to wander the room. His eyes lingering on the sealed metal door, but moved on to other decorations and details. There wasn’t much he could do about that now. Maybe it would open when he finished whatever tests they were doing and he could leave? Hopefully. This place gave him the creeps.
His attention flipped between everything at a relatively fast pace, not really settling on any one thing as he took in the room. It really was furnished like a dorm center. It reminded him of the one from school they called the Clubhouse, where he used to play pool or chess with his friends, or mess around with the communal keyboard. But his attention, while quick to jump, moved faster than it had for everything else when he heard one of the doors open. He hadn’t moved far, barely having a minute to explore the common room, and he started at the sudden noise behind him after the bout of relative silence. Jace twisted in the direction of the sound on his heel, hair and scarf following the flow of his movement. The strands flapped out where inertia carried them like the overdramatic curtain his hair could be.
Jace blinked on seeing the newcomer. He wasn’t sure what he expected exactly, but given the place and how on edge he felt, the worst case scenario had been on his brain when he’d whipped around. And then there was just—a dude. Not a bad-looking dude. But not a scary one either. He took in the new guy: he was about his height, a bit older, dark brown hair that looked like it might be slicked back, and a five o’clock shadow. He looked just as surprised to see someone else there as he himself felt seeing him, though the other guy recovered first. He even managed to sound nonchalant. “Uh—howdy! And I guess so…? I–.”
He intended to say more, but a second door jostled and then opened, a young girl spilling out from her room. She was tiny, or at least smaller than he and the other guy were, and where the guy looked way older than him, she looked far younger. She had long-ish blonde hair in a ponytail, big round glasses that only enhanced her baby-face, freckles, and green eyes that seemed to dart between them in an almost nervous way while she waved, too-large sweater-sleeve flapping.
She’d hardly spoken before the next door opened, and another girl, taller than the other one, stepped out and approached them. She looked his age, had blue hair cut short, bright blue eyes behind pink frames, and a blue scarf around her neck and over her uniform like his own red one. She definitely had a theme, didn’t she?
Jace gave her and the blonde girl a nod, but another door opened to draw his attention, and yet another person spilled out. This guy looked younger, like the blonde girl, and he was breathing shallow. He had dark hair and blue eyes behind dark framed glasses, and wore a red sleeveless hoodie over his uniform.
Concern needled at him seeing how worried the guy looked. Well. They all were to some degree, weren’t they? He certainly wasn’t feeling good about any of this or what the Wizard had said right now, but he did feel better knowing there were other people here. That probably meant they’d be safer. Hopefully they could all help each other.
“Uh—hi!” Jace clapped his hands together, light so they only snapped when they connected. He glanced over each of them with a smile, with only a hint of a waver. Meeting so many people and in such a tense situation was enough to throw him off-kilter, and he could feel it in the stiff way his hand jerked to move and the shuddery beat in his chest. “Um. I think we might all have the same questions, probably?” He waited a few seconds, to make sure they weren’t interrupted by anything, be it the TV or yet another person showing up.
That seemed to be all of them, and the screen stayed black. “So. I’ll go first! My name is Jace. And what I remember is waking up in that room.” He pointed back to where his door was. “I don’t remember how I got here, and I don’t know where here is, either. And then that Wizard person was talking on the TV, and said something about this being… an experiment?” He frowned briefly, before looking at them all again. “Was it the same way for everyone else?”
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The common room itself reminded Drake of his days in community college. Sure, the student commons on campus were a lot more maintained than this place was, but the setup was nearly identical. The inclusion of the piano was an unusual touch, but he wasn’t here to judge people’s sense of interior decorating.
He was somewhat relieved to find that he wasn’t the only victim of this so-called Wizard. He did find it odd, however, that the others were quite a bit younger than himself, especially that blonde girl; she barely looked like she was out of high school. It made him curious as to what sort of ‘experiments’ they would be subject to, and at the same time, it made him not want to linger on the possibilities. Rather, he wanted to focus on escape, but the looks of that big steel door discouraged him from actually acting on it. For now, he’d play along, and pray that an opportunity for freedom came later…
As the first guy introduced himself, he checked his pockets to see if the kidnappers had the decency to leave him a pack of smokes and his lighter. No dice.
He caught the boy’s last question as he looked up. Hesitantly, he nodded. “Yeah, that’s what happened to me, too. Can’t remember a thing from yesterday. Let’s see, I… I was in my apartment, on my couch, and then…” Nothing. He remembered sitting at home, watching TV, but that was it. He was starting to panic, and he hated it. He took a deep breath, exhaling out the anxiety and grounding himself in the present reality (which wasn’t easy, considering the present reality sucked). One thing at a time…
“Okay… first thing’s first, my name’s Drake. As you can probably already guess, I have no idea where we are, who put us here, or what kind of ‘experiments’ they want us for.” A pause. “…I was gonna say something else, but I’m kinda freaking out right now.”
Squeezing the bat plushie to her chest with one arm, the other raised a sleeve to push her glasses up further on the bridge of her nose. Chloe finally got a good look of the room; it smelled like someone had dumped a gallon of lemon-scented bleach all over the place, and looked like some kind of prison with it’s lack of windows, concrete wall, and giant metal door. The furniture had no feeling of comfort at all. Especially not with that big, glassed-in television set, which Chloe feared would turn on any moment and that creepy voice would start to talk again. Experiments... This wasn’t... really a school at all, was it?
Others started to file in, and soon the room was a lot more lively. The panicking boy made Chloe jump a bit, getting a little more startled by his line of questioning. The blue girl looked familiar, however... she couldn’t put a finger on where she had seen her before. “U-Um...” It was a quiet sound, almost under her breath. Trembling, she gave another stressed squeeze to the plush.
It seemed that a lot of them were much older than her. The panicked boy, however, looked to be about the age of some of the boys in her class back home. She wasn’t sure if she should be relieved at that. Yeah, this definitely wasn’t some fancy school.
Hearing Drake and Jace introduce themselves, she took note of their names. Jace seemed to scare her a little less than Drake did, for more obvious reasons. She felt a little bit better knowing that they were at least friendly, and as far as she could tell, in the same situation as her. She agreed with the blue girl; at least she wasn’t alone here.
Finally, she piped up, stepping a little forward and lowering the bat. “M-my name is Chloe... It’s uh, I guess nice to meet you... or maybe not really... since this is-is kind of scary. I-I don’t remember how I got here...” She was trying really hard to keep it together, but tears were already forming at the corner of her eyes the more she thought about it, threatening to spill over at any minute. Using her oversized sleeve again, she pushed it under her glasses to rub at her eye. That didn’t stop her voice from breaking as she spoke, however. “I-I... I don’t want to be part of any experiments. I want to go home and see my dad again.”
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— As YOU awaken in your dimly lit room, you find yourself in comfort. There’s familiarity in your room ; your sheets are warm beneath your body, the walls are painted your favorite color. Things of your interest fill the room, your shelf stocked with decorative items that suit your tastes. Your desk, which sits beside the bed, is cluttered with school books and papers.
The walls are concrete. They are windowless, giving you no semblance of the time of day. The first door is metal, and seems to be tightly locked, but there is a card reader attached to the door handle. The other door, made of heavy wood, seems to lead to the bathroom, with a shower and a toilet. It is stocked with all the items needed for personal hygiene.
Finally, there is a CRT television set, out of reach and inaccessible behind a glass case, in the upper corner of the room. Probably to keep you from breaking it, or from watching any naughty channels.
It truly is a home away from home, except it isn’t. You don’t recall how you’ve gotten here, or why you are dressed in this strange uniform.
Before you can ponder further about your predicament, the television flickers on. An image of a microscope floats upon a background of static. A voice fills the room:
“Fascinating! It seems that you are the subjects set for the experiments ahead. Due to testing protocol, I can’t give you my name, so you all can call me Wizard, and you don’t need to introduce yourselves, I’ve read your files already. I’ll be overseeing your group as you progress throughout the enclosure and its associated trials, and monitoring your progress. The scientific world thanks you greatly for your sacrifice in the name of new discovery, and I wish you good luck!“
Just as quickly as it turned on, it turned off. What did that mean? You should probably find a way out of the room. Good thing there is a card on top of the desk, with your portrait, name, and information upon it, and an obvious strip on the back that belongs to the card reader on the door.
Jace opened his eyes slow. He usually slept deep, and woke up slow, and today was no exception. He blinked a few times to clear his vision, rubbing at his eyes as he sat up and shucked his comforter off. He yawned, before planting his feet on the ground.
There was a carpet beneath his feet, but it wasn’t his.
Frowning, Jace blinked through another yawn. That wasn’t supposed to be there. Glancing around, he frowned. His things were there– he could see posters he loved on the sky-blue wall, his box for keys and hairbands on a bookshelf filled with stories he liked to thumb through, and a microphone in the corner. His tablet was propped at the back of his desk, the majority of surface scattered with papers.
This wasn’t his room.
Or– it was? It had his things. But it wasn’t one he remembered having.
Jace stood up from the bed, looking around and holding his arms. Usually, he’d start his day with a shower, and there was a bathroom right there, but waking up somewhere he didn’t know? In a room he didn’t recognize but had his things, and he couldn’t remember how he got here?
That was the last thing on his mind.
Instead he went to the desk, looking for anything that might be helpful. It confused him more instead: was this– college stuff? It looked like school books, and a sheaf of papers with notes on it. It was definitely his handwriting, and that was definitely his face on the badge. Jace picked it up, turning it over, before going to slip it into his pocket like he usually would. He paused at feeling fabric he wasn’t used to, before looking down.
He was… in a uniform?
His hands swiped at the fabric of his jacket a moment, and a frown pulled at his face hard. He wouldn’t wear this. Why was he in a school? Why was he in a school, dressed like he was going to school, with school books and papers? Why couldn’t he remember anything?
The static-y sound of a TV turning on pulled his attention, and Jace looked up. He noted the television he had missed before, as focused as he was on the rest of the room. It was behind a glass case, and he stared a few moments as the screen flickered to life.
Subjects? Experiments? Sacrifice? This sounded like something right out of one of his books. The horror ones, which if it followed those plots, couldn’t be good.
Comfort humming now, Jace looked around. He was trapped in here, except for that metal door. Should he go out? That Wizard person had mentioned experiments and enclosures, which sounded kinda scary. But staying in here wouldn’t help either. Especially since he could see there was a card swipe on this side of the door. It probably meant it was locked, and who would even know to look for him here? Where was here even?
Fingers shaky as anxiety pinned and needled his hands, Jace retrieved his key-card from his pocket. He took long enough to find his meds, grateful to see them too and took them with water from the bathroom sink, hoping they’d help. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad….? Maybe his anxiety was getting the better of him. It liked to do that.
Not that the situation was going to be any less disorienting and scary with them. But one step at a time.
One more deep breath, and he was ready for whatever that Wizard had meant. Jace swiped his card and when it beeped and unlocked, he opened the door.
“Hello…?” He called out into the next room, before stepping out into what looked like a common room.
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Drake, being the heavy sleeper that he was, took his sweet time getting out of bed. Still in a rather groggy state, he failed to notice that he had fallen asleep wearing shoes, and that the room he had woken up in was not his room at all. It wasn’t until he shuffled across the room in what he believed to be the direction of the bathroom, only to collide with a wall, that he realized something was amiss. Rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, he looked around the tiny, rather dark room. It had all sorts of decorative merchandise of movies and video games that he enjoyed, and they were all laid out like they were in his bedroom, but… this wasn’t his bedroom. If it was, the bathroom would’ve been right here where he met the concrete wall and- wait, concrete? Since when were the walls of his apartment made of concrete? Unless… The last of Drake’s sleepiness melted away, his brain entering an early stage of panic mode. He’d woken up in a room that looked like his, but he knew for a fact wasn’t, wearing clothes that he didn’t recognize, and for the life of him, he couldn’t remember anything since around yesterday afternoon. He immediately assumed kidnapping, but he couldn’t imagine why anyone would want to kidnap him in particular. He hadn’t done anything to gain anyone’s ire, aside from a few people he’d run into at the grocery store, but those people deserved to be yelled at. As he pondered the meaning behind his predicament, the TV he hadn’t noticed until now blared to life, rattling off its spiel. While it did answer a few of Drake’s questions, it brought up all sorts of new ones. He and some others had been brought in to participate in a series of experiments, which were being monitored by a faceless entity calling itself Wizard. Not exactly how Drake planned to spend his time. To hell with science, he was out of here! The metal door refused to budge, no matter how hard he pulled the handle or kicked. With that option no longer viable, he began searching the room for another exit. Instead, he discovered the small, plastic card lying next to the stack of school supplies, bearing his name, face, and other various information. This was getting weirder by the minute. A closer examination of the card revealed what looked to be a magnetic strip. Wait, didn’t that door have some kind of reader just above the handle? A second look confirmed Drake’s suspicion, and one swipe later, the door was opened and the prisoner went free. Well, not free, but it was a start. He stepped into some sort of common room, nothing but him, some cheap furniture, and- holy shit, another person. A younger one, by the looks of it, but Drake would take the company of an 8 year old over being alone in a place like this. “Hey,” he greeted, calmly as to not startle the poor guy, “they kidnap you, too?”
As Chloe blinked into consciousness, everything was blurry. She needed her glasses, firstly. Fumbling about, she finally found them next to her on the bed. Putting them on her face, she looked about.
This... this wasn’t her room. Sure, her stuffed animals were here, there was manga strewn about and on the shelves, and posters of her favorite characters littered the walls... but it wasn’t her home at all. It was cold, even with her jacket on, and she pulled it closer to her body. Looking down, she realized what she was wearing. It looked like a school uniform — not the cute seifuku worn by anime girls, but a prep school uniform. “W-what is this...?”
Hopping to her feet, she investigated the room a little. Nothing seemed dangerous... The stuffed animals on the bed were all plush and cute, her reaching out to give them a testing squeeze. She took the bat one, tucking it under her arm as she continued to explore the room.
Curious about the door opposite the metal one, she opened it up. It was a bathroom. It seemed normal, and she peered at her reflection in the mirror for a moment. Her fangs and hairclips must have not violated dress code, because she still had them.
She pulled back, closing the door, before turning to walk towards the shelves. The manga was neatly arranged by title and volume number — all things she had previously read and owned, nothing new. But still, Chloe loved to re-read her favorites from time to time, so that wasn’t unusual. There was a couple of her nendoroids, too, posed in front of the books. They were even set how she had them in her room.
Finally, towards the desk, looking over it. The papers on the desk even had her handwriting on them, and even some doodles around the edges that matched her style. She had to grimace at the sight of the school books... she struggled in school enough as it was.
She then noticed the card, placed between the open pages of a manga book, and picked it up. It had her name, and information on it... and a picture she didn’t remember taking. Chloe tried to remember how she even got here, or what she was doing last... but she couldn’t remember. She wondered if her dad knew where she was... did he ship her off to some school?
As she looked over the card, the television set flickered on, startling her. She jumped back, giving a small wail of surprise. Listening in horror as the voice talked about experiments and sacrifice, Chloe felt like she was getting dizzy. From the sound of what “Wizard” was saying, she wasn’t alone in this nightmare. Feeling her stomach do flips, she squeezed the bat to her chest.
Hurriedly, she took the card from her pocket, looked towards the door and put two and two together. She put it through the reader, though was clumsy with it for the few first times and had to retry. Finally, she got it. After the beep, she pushed open the big metal door with all her might, stumbling out into the common room.
There seemed to be two people already waiting, much older than her. “U-Uh... h-hi.” Swallowing hard, she waved her sleeve. She was glad she had the stuffed bat for comfort, still squeezing it tightly.
Chloe would find a gift for herself left at work. Inside is a collection of cookies, and a tiny rat plush, of the same type that had been sewn into a couch recently. It has a tiny hair-tie hanging on it's neck, that is green with a tiny black bat decoration.
Chloe was delighted, storing the cookies away for her break and stuffing the rat into her hood so that it rested it atop her head. She now had a companion for the rest of her shift!
She went and picked out the biggest book of puns from the joke section, setting it aside to buy at the end of her shift. A gift for Arthur in turn! She’d be sure to write a punny note on the inside.
“I’m gonna do so much damage with this thing.”
❯ CHLOE HERRING ( @battycosplayer ) — A first year at Fortune Academy, Chloe is a rather eccentric girl with a love of anime and costume play. Optimism abound, she is always there to cheer on those around her in the darkest of times; even if she comes off a little obnoxious in her methods.
↳ green bean — chloe herring: @battycosplayer
((Herpetophobia - the fear of reptiles?))
Send my muse a fear you see them having, and they will rate it from 0-10 depending on how much it frightens them.
“Maybe about a 5, given some of them can be dangerous? Snakes and lizards, mostly. But that’s only if I encounter them in person.”
me: i will stop making MSA ocs also me: has made at least 4 OCs in relation to chloe
Send my muse a fear you see them having, and they will rate it from 0-10 depending on how much it frightens them.
0 being “I’m not scared of that at all” to 10 being “NOPE NOPE NOPE”