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[rorylilrichboy]

cherrydiversion​:

macie  leans  her  shoulder  against  the  wall  of  the  hallway,  a  safe  spot  to  settle  for  the  moment.  at  least  nothing  could  attack  her  from  that  side;  unless  it  was  like  the  shitty  old  horror  movies  and  the  monsters  lived  in  the  wall  or  something.  it’s  so  stupid,  but  her  weight  presses  into  the  wall  just  to  make  sure  there’s  no  give  in  it.      “  the  power  went  out,  ”      she  answers  flatly.      “  and  the  bar  literally  never  closes.  ”      there’s  no  way  to  tell  time  here.  whether  it  was  time  for  sleep,  time  to  wake  up,  or  just  the  middle  of  her  waking  hours,  the  bar  was  open.      “  i  have  interest,  but  what  character  are  you?  ”      she  asks  with  an  arched  brow.      “  none  of  them  were  really  fighters.  ”

. Rory hadn’t held high hopes of her even considering it, her wary behavior leading him to think that she’d take the first opportunity to get as far away from him as possible.

“Well...” He ventured, trying to avoid sounding argumentative. “I mean, Scrappy-Doo could be pretty adversarial.” He shrugged lightly. “I’d probably be Scrappy, but mainly on account of his being yappy and gung-ho.” His tone was in jest, but he wasn’t. “Who would you be?”

[rorylilrichboy]

cherrydiversion​:

he’s  lucky  he  grabbed  for  her  left  arm,  lucky  he  didn’t  try  to  steady  her  by  her  hand,  else  he  would  have  ended  up  in  a  position  far  less  favorable.  the  metal  is  cool  under  her  palm,  slowly  coming  to  be  the  same  temperature  as  the  rest  of  her.  her  jaw  clenches  slightly.  in  the  dark  she  can  see  the  outline  of  his  form,  the  silhouette  from  the  very  little  candlelight  finding  its  way  up  the  stairs,  but  not  much  else.  she  steps  out  of  his  grasp  at  the  same  time  he  lets  go.      “  ‘m  fine,  ”      she  huffs  out.  she  was  always  fine,  that’s  what  she  had  to  be.  there’s  a  moment  where  she  thinks  about  slipping  the  knife  back  into  the  sheath.  there’s  another  body  with  her,  someone  likely  taller  and  broader  than  her.  someone  she  can  hide  behind  if  need  be  for  the  selfish  reason  of  wanting  to  stay  alive  and  not  her  lack  of  survival  skills.  she  still  keeps  the  knife.      “  yeah,  ”      she  blows  out,      “whole  place  is  out  as  far  as  i  can  tell,  can’t  even  hear  the  generators,  ”      assuming  they  had  generators.  it  only  occurs  to  her  after  there  is  a  lull  of  silence,  a  moment  to  try  to  figure  things  out,  that  she  realizes  the  polite  thing  to  do  would  be  to  ask  if  he’s  okay.  she  had  knocked  into  him,  afterall.      “  are  –  uh,  you  good  or  …  ?  ”

Rory shook his head, resting his hand on the banister and leaning back against it. “Yeah, I’m good. Nobody fell down the stairs.” He gestured with his free hand in regards to the worst case scenario. 

The thought had initially occurred to him that perhaps this anomaly of an outage could have meant the ‘spell’ of the place could have been broken, but he had quickly reminded himself that being unexpectedly released from this nightmare was possibly too much to wish for. He’d gotten his hopes up before, and was forced to remember that more data was needed.

“I was going to see if anyone had any idea what was going on. Or at the very least see if the bar is still open.” He glanced down the shadowy staircase before looking back at her. “Any interest in forming a Scooby gang?”

[sillysongxmuses-deactivated2021]

Event: Candlelight Location: Convenience Store

Of all places to look around during the blackout, June was surprised to not have yet seen anyone toward the convenience store.

Or perhaps June didn’t look hard enough. Or maybe she narrowly missed someone making a trip. In any case, power going out meant limited means to cook food, unless one planned to start a fire, so June went to stock up on supplies. This place already defied several rules on reality. First one: time – no one knew what the actual year was. Second one: place – June saw Saratoga Springs outside, while others reported seeing the Eiffel Tower. Third… money. June had yet to see a bill come from anywhere. Fourth… this place was outright unpredictable.

Power disappeared today, and other things might tomorrow. One could never be too careful.

Without any need to think of money, June narrowed her choices of supplies to need. Maybe a flashlight, if there was one. Food. Chips – all unlabeled – may satisfy cravings. Fruit was okay, and should be eaten first. Packaged food would sustain her later. June collected enough to fill one arm, and with the other, June grabbed a few beverages. Plus some bottles of water.

“What?” June asked, thinking that someone might have caught her. “You don’t know what could happen.” June would betray what she actually predicted what could happen – food shortage, water stopping, or any other number of crises. Now that she thought about it, she should have collected buckets. That way, she could fill them with tap water before that supply stops.

[rorylilrichboy]

Rory wasn’t so much motivated by practicality as he sought out the store, instead desperately seeking any kind of distraction or entertainment that could pull his attention from the endless stream of days and nights he had spent trapped inside of these walls. The blackout had turned out to be something of a blessing in disguise, for it had at least shook everyone up a little. 

Collecting whatever he could find that could pass as ingredients for s’mores, Rory was heading for the door when he caught sight of someone who appeared to be stocking up in earnest. 

“No, yeah, that’s smart.” He responded quickly, realizing that he had been caught staring. “That’s why I was picking up essentials too.” He glanced down at the armload of marshmallows and chocolate that he was carrying. “I think I’ll survive.”

[hcneyfm-deactivated20210218]

Location: Basement/ electrical box OPEN

Her mother had been a horror fan. What little Lavinia had known about the woman, half of it had consisted of awful, scary stories in the dim candle light and night-time. Lavinia and her brothers huddled deep under an ancient quilt and their mother, with her horrifyingly pale eyes, bent over them all like some sort of ghoul….this was like that…these dark hallways and subterranean basements an awful story…akin to something that would have kept her awake for weeks as a little girl…

Lavinia shook her head. Thank God she had never subjected Vinny and Mary to such thing….the children…her children had her squeezing the already crumbled piece of paper tighter in the fist of her hands. Vincent Ferguslie…she had repeated his name until she was sure she was going mad. Mary too, little Mary with her school girl giggle and black as night curls… Lavinia said the names over and over and over and over….until she was sure bedlam was the best option for her. She was going mad, utterly insane….and the long corridors were not helping her case.

Lavinia halted suddenly, a grunt of protest proclaiming that she was indeed, not alone. “Hello…” she called into the darkness, her accent thick as bricks, the candelabra trembling in her hands. Lavinia pressed closer. “You aw’right down there?”

[rorylilrichboy]

It never occurred to Rory that maybe he should be cautious, wandering the dark halls of this creepy-ass hotel and hearing a stranger’s voice calling to him from the dark. Instead he felt relief at the sound of another’s voice, regardless of the fact that he didn’t recognize it.

“Hello?” He called back, his hand trailing along the smooth finish of the wall as he made his way towards the direction of the sound. “Yeah, I’m good. You good?” He peered through the darkness, searching for the source. 

[cherrydiversion]

timestamp:   ——  ,  NULL .   ·   location:   where  else?   the  raven  house  ,  MADNESS  TAKES  IT’S  TOLL .   ·   tagging:   open  for  everyone !

when  the  power  flickered  the  first  time,  macie  thought  maybe  she  was  seeing  things.  maybe  the  exhaustion  or  the  stress  or  something  had  finally  caused  her  to  snap.  but  then  it  happened  again,  and  again,  until  finally  the  power  disappeared  completely,  leaving  the  room  with  a  gentle  hum.   “ shit, ”   the  word  is  blown  out  on  a  soft  breath.  fingers  instantaneously  slide  down  her  thigh  to  reaffirm  that  the  bowie  knife,  her  safety  net,   was   still  within  reach  as  if  it  ever  left.  it  lessens  the  tightening  in  her  chest.  she  fumbles  around  in  the  dark  for  the  candle  that  is  kept  on  the  desk  in  her  room.  she’d  only  thought  it  was  decorative.  when  her  fingers  finally  find  purchase  on  it,  she  realizes  there’s  no  point.  she  doesn’t  have  a  light.

stepping  into  the  hall  does  nothing  to  help  the  uneasiness  that  has  settled  into  her  stomach.   no  emergency  lights.   what  kind  of  fucking  nightmare  was  this?  there’s  something,  maybe  it’s  anxiety  or  knowing  she’s  been  caught  in  situations  like  this  before,  that  makes  her  grip  the  bowie.  using  her  other  hand,  she  feels  down  the  wall  as  she  walks  for  the  dip  that  will  lead  to  the  stairs.  it’s  only  when  she  hits  the  bottom  that  she  runs  clear  into  another  body.   “ fuck! ”   c’mon  sullivan,  you’re  better  than  that  —  but  hey,  at  least  you  didn’t  stab  them. 

[rorylilrichboy]

Rory had always been someone who was vehemently adverse to boredom, so he had become the master of creating his own fun - a class clown responsible for more than a few grey hairs on his parents and teacher’s heads. Raven House was no different. Yes, every day seemed set to a default, but Rory still found ways to keep himself entertained. One of the ways that he’d found to entertain himself was ordering new clothes in the vaguest of terms from the front desk in order to see what he would get. Rory had never really put much thought into his clothing before, but Raven House was presenting him with a whole new awareness of fashion. Or his lack thereof. 

He had collected his latest order from the front desk earlier this morning and was trying it on in his room when the lights went out, which at least gave him the excuse of saying that he’d gotten dressed in the dark.

Dressed in a sleeveless tunic that was too large, a pair of green pants with brass trim which were too tight, and blindingly white tennis shoes, Rory stepped out into the hall to investigate if everyone else had lost power as well. It was quickly apparent that they had, and he could hear the sounds of scrambling and distress from several different directions. Luckily for him, Rory’s restlessness had kept him exploring the hotel like a hamster in a wheel for the past however-many-years he’d been here now, so his knowledge of the hotel’s general layout was well configured in his mind. 

He started towards the stairwell only to find himself colliding with another person, his hand grabbing their arm in an attempt to keep from pushing them down the next set of stairs. “Hey,” He spoke quickly, well-aware that he didn’t want or need to add to the panic of the situation. “Are you okay?” He asked, letting go of them and taking a step backwards. “I take it the entire building is out?”