my baby shot me down

Sage Rosemary the name of the game is humiliation and guilt by association

[manorhq]

THE MANORHQ ASK MEME,

Honesty / Meme Monday has begun ! And, I couldn’t go ahead and let this happen without making a meme tailored to things relating to the manor. Feel free to reblog this and send these to anyone in the group, or reblog any other memes you might find! You are more than welcome to cross anything out you don’t feel comfortable with, and there are different options for drabbles, text starters and questions !

& don’t forget to make sure your ask is open with anon on if you’re comfortable !

QUESTIONS.

🏠 What is your favorite room of the manor?

🎧 Name your top three favorite songs.

🎮 Name your favorite video or board game(s).

👻 Have you talked to any of the ghosts? If so, do you have a favorite?

👨‍💼 What are your thoughts on Toni?

💋 Is there anyone here you might be interested in?

📼 Have you listened to the cassette tape?

🔮 Do you believe in dark magic?

😈 Which of the 7 sins are you?

TEXTS.

[ sms ]. I’m starving, are you?

[ sms ]. someone just knocked on my door and no one was there?

[ sms ]. alive count, please respond if you’re still with us.

[ sms ]. can you tell me what you know?

[ sms ]. who is blasting that music?!?!

[ sms ]. ( wrong number / intercepted text ) i’ll have a extra large pizza with pepperoni.

[ sms ]. ( wrong number / intercepted text ) i miss you i hope you’re okay.

[ sms ]. ( wrong number / intercepted text ) I’m gonna cry someone here hasn’t taken a shower in a week and it smells like pits please save me???

PROMPTS / STARTERS.

SUNSET. your muse and my muse are sitting on the back patio, looking out over the sunset and catch a glimpse of Wesley going through his loop.

TUNNELS. your muse and my muse have decided to try walking through the tunnels, discovering every single tunnel leads to another room of the manor.

BORED GAMES. your muse and my muse have discovered a closet full of board games and have decided to sit down and play a round.

MOONLIGHT. your muse and my muse are outside of the manor far past sunset and into the night, and while talking a shadowy figure can be seen walking through the woods. No matter how hard they try, though, they can’t catch up with it.

FOR EVERY __ MY MUSE / I WILL ___

for every 💀 my muse will talk about a deceased relative.

for every 😇 my muse will talk about a role model.

for every ✍ i will write a headcanon.

for every 👀 my muse will reveal a guilty pleasure.

for every 👥 i will write about an npc.

for every 💭 my muse will reveal a thought they’ve had.

[marcwashere]

“Check it out,” Marcus said, by way of greeting. “A key. Very old, very mysterious, possibly opens an equally old and mysterious door full of secrets. As an easily spooked individual, I will need a brave companion on my quest to find what this opens. Combat skills are a plus. What do you bring to the table?”

@manorstart

[gunnsnrses]

It was just a moment alone in the kitchen. Though in a house full of so many people she guessed getting some time alone was hard to do. Sage blinked a bit at the question and statement given before answering.

“Equally scared individual,” she said with a shrug, “I can offer at least twelve night lights, street fighting and the ability to pick locks.”

[redremys]

he was told to stay in the light, and so stay in the light he did. rather than staying in the manor the past couple of nights, he’s hung outside under the stars and when necessary, beside a fire. tonight was not going to be an exception. after going into the woods and grabbing extra logs and sticks, remy made his way back to his little camp with a small flashlight held between his teeth. the sight of somebody else caught him off guard, and the logs dropped from his arms and down onto his foot. “ah mother fuck, son of a fuckin- dumb ass- stupid ass- fuckin-” he cussed, the string of profanities growing fainter as he sank to the ground.

“god damn, hey. you down for some old fashion camping?” he asked with a nervous laugh, attention turned to his foot which would definitely be bruised, but not broken – hopefully.

open stater, @manorstart​

[gunnsnrses]

Sage needed to get out of the manor. The whole thing on top of finding the tape and what Blair had told her was too much. Leaving her night lights behind, she grabbed a heavy, black cardigan and wrapped it around herself before walking outside. It was almost eleven; which meant lights out. She was not up for being subject to being watched by that little boy like she was in the basement. But when she saw a flashlight, she started walking towards it. Hoping that it was either someone else in her position or someone here to help them all.

She muffled a laugh, covering her mouth with her hand as the logs fell on the boy’s feet, “Sorry,” she offered, “didn’t mean to freak you out. Came outside to get away from..Whatever the fuck is in there.”

[gunnsnrses]

blvirambrosio‌:

She’d yet to even inform Sage of Roy’s disappearance and ultimately what it all meant. She had written it in her journal, along with everything else she knew so far, but actually saying it out loud meant an entirely different thing than writing it. “Yeah there’s a few and Joakim says there’s also a spirit. I’ve met them, I’d say Imogen and I are pretty good friends at this point.” There was no easier way to explain this, it was just going to be what it was and she’d have to take Sage’s freak out. 

Tears immediately hit the back of her eyes when her friend squeezed her hand, already knowing how it was going to look. “I don’t know. I was.. stressed. Worked up kinda, so I just took a pill. Something about it hit me really wrong. I was in the living room and had tried to get up to leave and find someone, but he had come in and found me.” Blair took a shaky breath in and let it go sharply, hanging onto the sound of his voice pleading with her to stay with him. She remembered grabbing onto his shirt, trying to ground herself onto him as she faded in and out of consciousness. 

If only she had held on tighter. 

The tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, dripping past her ears into her hair silently. “He was trying to help me, he said he was going to get help. That’s when I passed out. Squeezing her eyes closed, Blair could almost picture the place she had seen in her dream. “I was still in the manor in my dream, while unconscious I mean, and I saw Imogen, she just kept saying stuff like how I shouldn’t be there and to warn the others not to go into the basement. Then I turned and saw him but when we would’ve touched I passed right through him and then she dragged him away.” Her voice quivered slightly at the end of her story, her hand twisting to interlock their fingers. “I haven’t seen him since he left. I’m really scared something bad’s happened.” 

She had relapsed again. Sage was all too familiar with Blair’s problem. But now was not the time to give her a lecture about how disappointed she was. She had a bad trip that was potentially life saving and Roy had all but saved her. For that she was thankful. Her heart stopped as soon as she heard that he hasn’t been seen since. There were four people dead here already and one missing. Sage took a deep breath, letting it out as a long sigh.

“I can’t be mad that he’s here now,” she said, her voice dropping with her anger, “He pretty much saved your ass. Along with Imogen,” she said the name like it was dangerous. Trying to grasp the fact that her best friend knew these things for a fact was hard and it was even harder to grasp that she knew the name of one. “Shit, I-has anyone gone looking for him?”

Dread washed over her as she held onto Blair’s hand a little tighter. Trying to ground not only herself but her friend as she relived the events. Sage remembered hearing about the dream that Blair had had before the trip. She had had one as well. But had shaken it off as nerves.

“I-I had a dream about this place too,” she said, voice shaky, “Just before I came here to find you.”

[gunnsnrses]

beckcorrigan‌:

“hm,” he hums softly taking his phone out to see that he has no service, he pouts softly at that. weird, he looks up at her – his bright green eyes disinterested. beck shrugs in response, he already said that he knew her from his husband and he’s not one to repeat himself. 

“Anyways,” she said, clearing her throat, “You notice the weird vibe this place gives off, yeah?”

Sage hated mansions like this. They made her uncomfortable and want to crawl out of her skin. The sooner they were allowed to get out of this place the better. And she was counting down until the stay was over with.

[gunnsnrses]

prevaricatcr‌:

alright, consider him officially intrigued. he knew that there wasn’t any way for those who had already been on the manor grounds to leave, including himself, but the idea of people still being able to come to the property was…interesting, to say the least. not to mention he’d never been blessed with the knowledge of this specific type of sneakery. he took a step closer, brows raising. he said, “actually, no one has ever had the good grace to show me how. usually when i’m doing my breaking and entering, i just bust out a window.” he looked thoughtful, as he took another healthy drink from his travel mug. “of course, that was usually when i was defacing public property.”

“That’s just sloppy,” she said with a shake of her head, “I’ll teach you if you want.”

Sage walked over to one of the tables, grabbing a bottle. Without even blinking or another thought, she opened it and took a long drink straight from the bottle. Wine had never been her thing. She was more of a tequila kind of girl. But when in Rome. She thought about what he said about defacing public property. He sounded like someone that Byron would have loved to have around.

“You wouldn’t happen to have met a Byron Day on your adventures defacing property did you?”

[gunnsnrses]

eoincorrigvns‌:

eoin looked down at his phone — he had one bar of signal, which wasn’t ideal. “yeah, bit patchy, had a few bars before in me room.” he scrolled through until he found blair’s number, but couldn’t seem to get enough signal to actually make the call. “i am,” he nodded, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion, until she explained. “oh, yeah, you met beck. i’m eoin. blair and i went to school together, known each other since we were kids.” he shook his head. “sorry, not important. have you asked at the front desk? or are they pulling that confidentiality bullshit?”

Ah, there it was; they went to school together. Sage breathed a sigh of relief that it wasn’t through her ex or anything else that could mean bad news for her friend. She tried to say his name in her head. Trying to pronounce it over and over again until she finally gave up.

“How do you pronounce that? I’ve never heard that name before; it’s pretty unique,” she paused, shoving her hands into her pockets, “Oh yeah, some bullshit about how they’re not allowed to give out that information. I’m Sage, by the way. I’m Blair’s best friend.”

[gunnsnrses]

vircsffs‌:

“Is it a life or death situation? Ooh, is it a sex tape? Please tell me it’s a sex tape.” Elvira asked the female with a small grin, she was for sure determined to help the other in her mission to find said tape, whatever it may be.

“Sure,” she said sarcastically, “it’s a fucking sex tape that can tell you exactly what you’re doing in that exact moment.”

Sage was a little brash at times. She would admit that. At that, she turned and began rushing back down the stairs to the basement. As she got halfway down, she turned her head slightly over her shoulder. Feeling that the other woman was still standing there where she had left her.

“Are you coming or are you just going to stand there and look pretty?”

[gunnsnrses]

I didn’t do this before because she knew literally nothing but now here we are.

There are ghosts

Blair is apparently friends with them

Ida and Harold had a son

His name was Tony 

Harold slipped pills of Ida’s in his ice cream

The basement is fucking scary

[gunnsnrses]

redremys‌:

“Whoa, whoa whoa-” Remy said, reaching toward the other and nearly following her down the steps. “Slow down, hold up.” He looked over her with confusion, what tape, if there was something he knew now, it was the basement… wasn’t the place to be. “Listen, I don’t think- You shouldn’t be going down there. It’s not..” He’s following down the steps, slowly and reluctantly as he grips the railing. His nerves now caught on fire as he sucked in a sharp breath. “What tape?”

Regardless of what the boy kept saying. Or no matter how he tried to slow her down, Sage was not listening. Her feet carrying her down the steps at a speed that he seemed reluctant to match. But the infliction of which he had said the last word made her slow down. Stopping near the bottom as she turned around to face him. Was there something he knew that she didn’t? 

“When I was down there,” she began, her eyes falling to the steps, “I found this old cassette player in one of the boxes. I’m too nosy not to listen to it. So, I did and--,” and what? There was an odd scene of a husband and wife talking about drugging their son? Of which described exactly what she was doing? It all sounded so insane. But she had to know. “I played it and there was this man and woman talking about drugging their son and then he woke up. He said that he had a nightmare and started describing exactly what I was doing.”

Sage brought her gaze to meet his now. Desperation for him to believe her in her eyes. Tears welling in them at this point. If she could just get down there and find that tape. Then she would have proof. Everything she needed was on that tape.

“I know it sounds crazy,” her voice cracked, “but if I can find that tape I can prove it.”

[gunnsnrses]

eoincorrigvns‌:

eoin watched as the person she was speaking to walked away — he didn’t quite hear what was said, but it evidently hadn’t been a friendly exchange. but it was too late, he’d already been heading in her direction, and now she was turning to ask him a question, and holding her phone up to him. it was like his mam always said you catch more flies with honey — though why you’d want to catch flies was beyond him. still, it was something he tried to live by. “nah,” he replied, leaning in closer to see her phone, but then his eyebrows furrowed. he knew that face. “haven’t seen blair in awhile actually, you sure she’s here? guessing she hasn’t answered her phone, but i can try callin’?”

“No service,” she said, shaking her phone from side to side, “I’ve tried at least ten times.” 

She inhaled deeply, letting it out harsh through her lips and vibrating them like a horse. It was one of the many things that her ex had hated that she did. So, she hadn’t done it for some time. It felt so foreign to do things that made her her again. But then she registered that he had mentioned that he hadn’t seen her in a while. How well did he know Blair? Who was he if she hadn’t met him?

“You’re the husband that knows her,” she said, nodding her head, “I met your husband about an hour ago. So, how do you know Blair? And yes, she had reservations here with her ex. I’m sure she took it.”

[gunnsnrses]

beckcorrigan‌:

beck had the plan to go explore when all the sudden a phone was being shoved in his face, it had him stepping back automatically. “oh, yeah…i know blair.” he nodded softly, “i didn’t even know she was here…but she knows my husband pretty well. i could text him and ask if he’s seen her? or i have her number i could text her too?” 

“Good luck,” she said with a soft laugh, “this place has shit for service.”

Sage looked at her phone as if to reaffirm her statement. There was only two bars. With a heavy sigh, she shoved her phone back in her pocket. For a moment, she assessed him. Curly brown hair and chocolate eyes to die for, This boy might as well have been a puppy. But she didn’t recognize him. So, the question was: how does he know her best friend?

“How do you know Blair?”

[gunnsnrses]

blvirambrosio‌:

Blair sat on her bed, legs criss crossed, elbow on her knee, chin on her fist. She listened to the brunette go on and on about the entirety of the situation with a defeated resolve, already expecting this from her. blue eyes watched her friend with a slow defense, not having a way to explain how this had even happened. “I’m fully aware, thank you. This reservation was as much mine as it was his, we both paid. It was a mutual agreement to just split it.” With a pang in her heart, she was reminded that they still technically shared an apartment, “It was less than four weeks.”

With a frustrated sigh, she ran her hands over her face, ignoring the makeup she was definitely smearing. “Yeah I’m friends with a few ghosts.” The words slid off her tongue so casually, she nearly missed the fact that it wasn’t supposed to be normal. Laying back onto her pillows, Blair stared at the ceiling, “You didn’t see what he did for me a few weeks ago.”

“Okay that’s fair,” she admitted, “You paid for it. But did you have to pick some place more... inviting?” Sage paused, remembering that it had, in fact, been less than a month. It was still fresh for Blair and she knew that the last thing that she needed right now was for her to lecture her on how incredibly stupid this was. “It feels like it’s been months. I’m sorry, I shouldn't have come in guns blazing like I had. I’m just worried is all.”

She, again, paused. Her brow furrowing in confusion as to what she just heard. She couldn’t have possibly heard her correctly. There were ghosts here? 

“Wait,” she said, holding her hand up as if to stop her, “Let’s revisit this in a second. There are fucking ghosts in this house? And you’re friends with them? Are they Casper or something?”

Flopping down, back first, on her friend’s bed, Sage closed her eyes. She was exhausted. No amount of night lights was going to prevent her from feeling like this house was dangerous. Sleep deprivation was taking over as she reached absently for Blair’s hand. Giving it a little squeeze.

“Then enlighten me,” she sighed.

[gunnsnrses]

“I have to go back and find that tape.”

As soon as Sage left the basement, she knew that what she was going to tell the others sounded crazy. There was no little boy watching her from the door way. But there was. She had seen him with her own eyes. Which was why she needed that tape recorder and the tape for proof. Of course, the tape had been eaten. But she could fix that. Sage immediately turned back around to head back to the basement. Alone this time.

@manorstart​

[gunnsnrses]

Despite the rules written out for those who arrive New rules have been put in place. Every inch of the manor was to be lit up And after finding a backup generator in the garage The guests of the manor were lead to collect things from the basement In hopes to illuminate the space after the lights go out. where is your muse? outside | inside

box after box gets carried up from the basement,

fairy lights,

lamps,

flashlights,

batteries,

extension cords,

All of it, now laid out in the kitchen

for guests to pick through and begin working.

what does your muse work with

decorating | organizing

Working through the items

you place fairy lights into one box,

flash lights into another,

lamps into a third

and extension cords into the last.

It takes a while, but soon, you find you’ve got nothing left to sort.

So back into the basement you go.

In hopes to find more things to sort, that may help.

go to the left | go to the right

Going to the right, you walk down the aisle with relative ease.

Plenty of trinkets and things to look through.

All of them reminiscent of an older woman,

and all the things she may have collected through the years.

A beautiful vanity can be seen,

paintings of the Crenshaw’s, beautiful beaches,

So many things.

And then, on a table beside an old mirror

Sits a tape player.

With a single tape within it.

And beside that, a wind up lamp.

take the tape player | take the lamp & help the others

Tinkering with the tape player

you find it needs four aa batteries

to play a tape marked

#5111780

Placing the batteries in

You hit play,

and over the small speaker a conversation is held.

“Harold we shouldn’t even be having this conversation, what if he wakes up?” “He won’t. I slipped one of your pills into his ice cream.” “You drugged our son?” “That isn’t our son, Idalia.” “Harold,” The woman’s tone hushed and shaky now, “what have we done?” “How were we suppose to know? Cosima said it’d help him. But this isn’t help.” “What are we going to do when she comes back?” “I’m gonna put a bullet in her head.” “Harold,-” “Idalia, I’m serious. That witch brought-” A softer voice can be heard, “Mommy?” “Tony, baby, what are you doing awake?” “I had another nightmare.” “What happened this time?” “Strangers are in the house, and they’re putting up all these christmas lights. but it wasn’t christmas time. Then someone went into the basement. And- And they didn’t know it was standing behind them. They were holding a little box and, this big… shadow was lurking over them. Watching them.”

Listening closely to the recording,

you lift your gaze away from it.

“Then they started looking around, like they knew I was watching them.”

Your eyes settle on a little boy, standing in the doorway watching.

“They look so scared, and the shadow, it reaches out to-”

A cold breeze is felt by your arm.

and you drop the tapes from your hand.

“It reaches out to-” repeats over and over.

The words becoming distorted until you quickly turn off the recording,

and pull the tape from it’s place.

The cassette player eating the tape.

tell the others what you’ve found.

[gunnsnrses]

prevaricatcr‌:

elliot was trying to get a little ‘me time’, aka, ‘me and a bottle time’. trying to maintain his state of mind in spite of everything that had been happening was proving to be more difficult than he expected, but he guessed that was what the wine cellar was for. after all, that was too much fancy grape juice to go to waste, right? “uhhhh—” he mumbled, squinting at sage’s lockscreen as the woman held it up into his view. “i mean, she’s probably around here somewhere. how…” he reached up, scratching the back of his neck, confusing evident in his tone. “how the hell did you get in here?” 

“Thank you,” she said with a final nod of her head.

A sly smirk crept its way on her face as she turned to leave. But deciding to turn back around to face him at the question. Maybe she could teach him a thing or two in the meantime. After all, Sage thought of her realationship with Byron as..not a total loss. He had taught her a few things that she may or may not have needed in life. But appreciated nonetheless.

“Haven’t you ever been taught how to pick a lock?”

[gunnsnrses]

Mission accomplished; Blair was found. Sage had spent most of her morning banging on every door she could until finding her. Should she feel ashamed of herself for being so desperate? Probably. Was she more terrified of having to stay at this manor for another night than needed? Yes. Now, having finally found her best friend, she sat on the edge of her bed. Her dark hair piled into a high ponytail as it draped across her crossed legs. Head leaning into the palm of her hand.

“Can we just pause for a sec and talk about how utterly stupid this was?” she said, holding her hand up momentarily, “You knew he that he was coming here and came here anyways. After spending months waiting for him to take his shit out of your place and subjected to memory lane. Blair, baby, I love you but that’s dumb. Plus, this place has intense Murder House vibes and do you know how many night lights I brought? It’s a little embarrassing.”

@blvirambrosio​