#rfrpevent

[rosewoodsfinestrp-blog]

Alright loves, as of last night, the escape plot can fully be unraveled as I’ve gotten around to posting the neatchat link in the form of Hanna’s starter. Here it is again for reference.  Please post all your replies in the chat if you can so that everyone can interact with everyone there. I’ll still be stuck at uni with poor wifi and an even crappier elderly netbook for another 4-5 hours but I’ll get back to anything posted from then on so don’t be shy to simply participate whenever you get around to it.

Originally posted by thegoodvybe

[fcknhannamarin-blog]

"Okay, I think I finally know how to get us out of here - but it's now or never. Are you in?"

[rosewoodsfinestrp-blog]

Alright loves, we’re not yet dead nor are we going to die if we stick together. Dollhouse residents, please stay tuned for the escape post on Tuesday. I’m not yet sure if I’ll post it on the main or on Hanna but it’ll be in the tags so you’ll definitely be able to find it on Tuesday. I’m really excited to get this thing going with this amazing group of dedicated people again!

[ali-sondilaurentis]

Tea Party || Ali & ____

“What the hell do you think this is?” Alison asked in a hushed tone, leaning over the table so ____ could hear her. “Why is A doing this? It’s like they’re being... nice?”

[rosewoodsfinest-a-blog]

A Tea Party ExtrAordinaire

mont-aria; playing-the-fields; ali-sondilaurentis; fcknhannamarin; thestuarthastings; bitchycavanaugh; little-wesfitz It’s a morning like any other in the dollhouse, the artificial light serves at the only reminder of what time of the day it’s supposed to be. But this time, A’s beloved dolls awake to a note planted on their nightstand. It reads:

Time for a social gathering. Get dressed up and join your friends for some tea and polite chatter at the DiLaurentis’ house. I mean it, polite. Your behaviour this morning will determine how the rest of the day will go for you. In other words, don’t be a bitch. Don’t be tardy - A

Once they are dressed and all done up - clothes for the occasion have been left in the closet - the doors unlock and the all too familiar voice blares from the speakers: "Welcome! Willkommen! Bienvenidos! Please exit your room and follow the lighted pathway! Aforementioned lighted pathway leads the dolls straight to an exact replica of the DiLaurentis' living room, fully set up for a tea party. Tea, cookies and pie are set out for the dolls to consume, another note on the table reads: Manners, my dearest, manners! Don't forget - act up and you'll pay for it.

[ali-sondilaurentis]

Kidnapped || Alison & ____

“Hello?” Alison croaked into the darkness as she woke up sprawled out on the floor of an unfamiliar room, she felt around the floor touching both wooden flooring and a rug. “Is anybody there? Where am I?” She asked, a pain in her throat flaring up each time she spoke. She stood up from her position on the floor and searched the walls in the darkness for a light switch, when her fingers finally fumbled onto one, she turned the light on and discovered she was in her bedroom. “What the hell?” She mumbled before trying the doorknob and finding it to be locked. “I wouldn’t bother.” A voice from behind her said. “I’ve been down here a while and that’s not how it works. You’re locked in here.”

[rosewoodsfinest-a-blog]

Caught Red-Handed - A-Attack

Sneaking into this party was so much easier than expected. First off, as good as the entire town was on the guest list and had therefore flocked to NYC - so many liars in one room far away from the questionable safety of their home was a real dream come true - thus no one really cared to monitor all too much who was coming in and out. Secondly, most guests were pretty trashed. Blessed be the free supply of alcoholic beverages. The fact that there had been a huge screen installed behind the stage was the best thing that could have possibly happened, it was almost as if they had been allowed to utter requests for their plan tonight.

Getting in control of that monitor had been even easier than getting in here in the first place as no one seemed to care all too much about it. Quick work was made of connecting the right equipment and selecting the right video - a real cinematic treat to be honest - and everything could have worked out so flawlessly if only there wasn't the undeniable sound of footsteps, too close, far too close. In the blink of an eye, the hooded figure jumped up, luckily prepared for an occurrence of this kind - after all, some supervision that would require bypassing had been expected - and made quick work of pressing a cloth drenched in chloroform to Jason DiLaurentis' face.

Play had been pressed, now it was time for improvisation. Good thing an inflatable mat had been spotted by the pool-fountain-whatever-that-thing-was and one knew to always have tape on them. The plan had worked flawlessly, everyone's eyes were glued to the screen, their petty minds already working overtime to figure out whose secret belonged to who, just like they were supposed to. Before the video came to end, the mat had found its way into the water, an unconscious Jason taped to it so that he wouldn't slide down immediately and ruin all the fun. An extra bit of tape placed neatly across his mouth just in case he felt like waking up prematurely and off they went.

Safely lurking in the shadows again, it was time for a text to everyone in the room. "Focus, bitches. Time to save the town's favorite junkie before he ends up swimming with the metaphorical fishes - A"