#room 4

[ragnarockz]

Room 4, part 3 - Nicky's Room

Poem in italics is When You Come - Maya Angelou

Pic mood board for Nicky's Room

THE Nicholas Scratch song of ALL time: Fiddler's Green - The Tragically Hip (I use a lyric in my tags whenever I post things about him. That shit haunted me when I made the connection way back in October).

When you come to me, unbidden,

Beckoning me

To long-ago rooms,

Where memories lie.

"Don't you want to ask about the things you don't know about me yet?"

Vidal whispered into Agnes ear as she kept her head forward, lips on the detective's earlobe. She heard Agnes sigh loudly and sink back into the plush red seat. They were still at the Red Room. Vidal had gotten up to take a seat in Agnes' lap; facing her. Agnes instantly felt the pang of arousal shoot through her lower abdomen as she felt Vidal's bulge under her dress running against her jeans.

"Aren't you curious, Agnes? Don't you want to know?"

Another shaky sigh as Vidal felt Agnes fingers creep onto her waist, holding her down on top of her. She heard Agnes swallow hard, preparing herself and her words to fly out of her mouth.

"Who did you have before me?"

"Jealous?"

"No...no, I just...figured you-"

"Oh, you figured. That's why you ask, Baby."

Agnes closed her mouth and felt the slight grind onto her from Vidal; pressing into her own toy between her legs. She hissed as she slammed her eyelids shut. Vidal kept going without mercy.

"I...I didn't mean to assume I just...what you're capable of..."

Vidal smirked before biting down gently onto Agnes' earlobe. She had the detective exactly where she wanted her.

"It's an inherent, natural response to just how good you make me feel...I act this way because of you..."

Vidal whispered once more and felt Agnes shiver against her. The agent could feel the blunt nails of Agnes dig into her hips a little harder.

"But before, not many. None who held my interest long enough for anything serious...they were more to practice with than anything else..."

Agnes blew out another unstable breath now from her mouth. She pulled her head back until it hit the back of the seat with caused Vidal's mouth and teeth and lips to pull away from Agnes' ear. They sat looking at it each other; chipping away at one another in a painfully slow fashion.

"Why don't you ever talk about him?"

Vidal's words made Agnes go ice cold. The look in her eyes changed; the lust evaporating as quickly at it had clouded over her. Fingers dug a little deeper, not in want but in infliction, in hurt. Vidal kept staring, waiting.

"He's dead."

"He wasn't always."

"I thought this was all about you?"

"It is all about me...don't you get that?"

But she didn't. Agnes couldn't wrap her head around the meaning, what Vidal was trying to get at. She felt uncomfortable now; not expecting to dig up all those feelings all over again. Not here, anyway.

"Death. You're not the only person who's lost things, Agnes. Don't you understand that? People lose things everyday."

"Things? Don't you mean people?"

And Vidal shook her head somberly. How hard would she have to push for Agnes to understand? What wasn't clicking in her head?

"You go about things so...physical, Agnes. That's you. Material, tangible. You want to be able to sink your teeth into something and feel the flesh pull and the blood pool. You want to stick your fingers into places where you know you'll feel a pulse. Bruises, scars..."

Agnes' eyes widened as she stared at the agent. She was listening now, paying attention as those words hit her in the heart like a goddamn knife. Twisting and pushing deeper with Vidal's hand around the handle.

"You can lose things you can't grasp, too. Thoughts, feelings, emotions. Sensations that you can not feel or can not hold. Experiences that you may or may not have lived. Have you ever missed a sunset? The way joy feels? We should be able to make rooms for those, too?"

"Fuck you."

"No, Agnes. Why do you have a room for him at home? Like a tomb in our house. Why do you hide him if you love him so much?"

Agnes used her fingers, her hands to push Vidal off of her, but the agent held fast, sat tightly. Like a scared animal, Agnes was trying to flee. Like a smart hunter, Vidal set her trap.

She moved in as quickly as she could and found Agnes' mouth with her own. Surprisingly, the detective didn't push or pull away but gave in. She always did. She didn't know how to help herself whenever Vidal gave her the option. Tongue and teeth; messy and raw, they kissed one another, and Agnes felt the need to moan into Vidal's mouth then. She was trying to give her an explanation this way.

Offering me, as to a child, an attic,

Gatherings of days too few,

Baubles of stolen kisses,

Trinkets of borrowed lovers,

Trunks of secret words,

Room 4 was as cold as a tomb when they stumbled back inside of it. Agnes closed the door softly behind herself and locked it; forcing them to stay. Vidal slipped off her shoes and her dress; slinking to the floor in a heap. Agnes couldn't help but stare at the delicate mix of feminine and masculine that was Vidal. She had never asked her about that either.

Agnes followed Vidal's lead as she too undressed for the night. Boots kicked off, and pants ripped down; shirt tossed up and away onto the floor. Where Vidal was delicate, Agnes was rough. An unspoken set of roles between them. She had never asked her about that either.

Onto the bed, the two of them crawled, moving to their respected sides that they had taken months ago now. They knew their places in intimate settings, around each other. They knew where their pieces fit without having to announce them. She had never asked her about that either.

Vidal's hand found Agnes' under the covers and gave a tight squeeze. She was tired, and her eyes sore from the burning crimson all around them, that was the Red Room. Her emotions shot; body sore. Fingers felt bloody and raw with how much she had to pry Agnes open. Of only she could find that spot that unlatched; like a spring trap. Vidal sighed into her pillow and Agnes brought her other hand to move the hair that had fallen into Vidal's face.

"Maybe I want those pieces of you hidden...like those pieces of Nicky because then...then I can't forget or lose the things I love."

Vidal sighed softly as she shifted closer to Agnes, the back of her legs flush to the front of Agnes' body. That hand moved from her face now to try and wrap under her, around her. Pulling her close as if Agnes was going to take her under her skin.

"You'll forget. You keep it locked up and hidden and the door closed for too long, Agnes...you'll forget."

Vidal drifted in and out of sleep; felt the weight of her life pull her in deeper. The death, the loss. Unspoken words and misused feelings. She sank until she felt Agnes' strong arms every now and again pull her back up.

She had never asked her about that either, how she could be so gentle yet so strong.

I CRY.

[askthesonicgang]

I put a curse on Knuckles, that if he steps outside, he will turn into a werechidna. Even during daytime. But nobody knows :D

Knuckles: YOU CURSED ME? YOU WILL PAY FOR THIS! DISHONOR!

*Rouge knocks on the door*

Rouge: Hey handsome, we’re all going to get breakfast. You boys joining us?

Vector: Wouldn’t miss it! I’m starving!

Rouge: Alright, see you downstairs! Wait- Is that me? *she points to knuckles’s hand, that has a Rouge plushie*

*knuckles blushes, he hadn’t noticed he slept with that*

Knuckles: SORCERY!

Rouge: Aww! Can’t stay away from me can you darling?

[hellkeep]

Room 4 (Misinformation)

“How does Lukas work in these conditions?” an old man behind the counter asked himself. He pushed a couple of things out of his way and didn’t care if they fell on the ground. 

He opened the Logbook and just stared at it for a few seconds, before closing it again. “Not dealing with that handwriting.” He said aloud.

“Not dealing with what?” A voice in front of the counter asked. 

The old man jumped in surprise. “Never heard to ring the bell, little one?” he said annoyed.

Ding “Not dealing with what?” The person asked again.

“You think you’re smart huh? You’ll need to wake early before you outsmart me.” The man said.

“Who says I sleep?” the voice responded.

“Name.” The man asked angrily.

“Sugar, I rent nine rooms and need to pay 450 Soul Coins daily. Here’s the pouch.” They said while putting it on the counter.

“Before Lukas left, he told me to add 10 more Soul Coins to your rent. Something you said to him yesterday, seemed to have creeped him out, he even changed the Safe-code.” The old man said.

With a sigh Sugar lay 10 more Coins on the counter. “Who even are you, where is Lukas?” she asked.

“Names Pentog. Lukas sold me the building yesterday but I had to keep the prices. They also said that I need to turn this sign: “Gods or other deities pay half-price. We don’t pay back”. Don’t know why.” While he turned the sign, a door closed.

“I should probably go now.” Sugar said. “I’ll be up in one of my rooms.” She quickly went to her room and closed the door behind her.

“I’m here to pay my rent.” A green skinned man said while walking up to the counter. “Here are my 25 Soul Coins.”

The old man looked at the coins. “Weren’t I supposed to collect 50 Soul Coins for each room you rent?”

The God took a step back when he saw who was behind the counter. “Who are you? I don’t think I’ve seen you yet?”

“Names Godoe, I’m Lukas’ replacement. He got called away for an emergency. Something about his wife going missing?” the old man said. “I don’t think you heard what I said. I need 25 more coins.”

“No, Gods pay half price.” The green God said. “Look at the -” The god drew big eyes when he saw the turned sign disappear. “This can’t be right.” He said.

The old man looked at the God. “You’re going to pay or what?” He asked impatiently.

“How did you do that?” The god asked.

“Why should I tell you?” Godoe bounced back.

“I’m Osiris, God of fertility, agriculture, afterlife, dead, resurrection, life and vegetation. I demand you to tell me how you did it.”

“Fine, but it’ll cost you 25 Soul Coins.” Godoe said.

Without thinking, the God laid 25 Coins on the counter. “Now tell me.”

“It’s really quite simple.” The old man said. “You move your hand like this-” He made a sweeping motion over the counter, and the 50 Soul Coins laying on top disappeared. “Seems like you didn’t pay me to tell you. I won’t tell my secrets to someone who doesn’t want to pay for that knowledge.” Godoe said insulted.

“But I lay them right here!” The God shouted. 

“I don’t see them.” The old man said.

“Oh, forget this.” Osiris said before walking back to his room.

“I get why Lukas loves the Gods.” The man behind the counter said.

“I do too. They’re a lot of fun to play with.” A young voice called out from upstairs. “How are you Autolycus?” He asked.

“Who?” The old man asked.

“Now, Don’t think I won’t recognise my own son Autolycus. I gave you your gifts for Zeus’ sake.” The young man reacted while walking down the stairs. The feathers on his sandals moved with the young man's voice.

“Oh come on. You never let me have any fun, Hermes.” Autolycus said disappointed.

“I just let you scam the Olympus out of Osiris. The least you can do is thank me for not interrupting.” Hermes reacted.

“Thank you dad.” The old man said with a sigh.

[extraspectrumed]

Team 4: Room 4

Team 4

You all make it past the first gap with no trouble. It seems the imps can’t see you all up there. You all make it to the second gap...

[Item Check: Pass]

[Stealth Check: Pass]

You lower the rope behind the blossom without it seeming to notice. Now comes attempting to sneak past it...

[Stealth Check: Pass]

Your team keeps to the far wall, skirting in the shadows until the blossom is out of sight! It doesn’t seem to have noticed you at all!

Team 4 has cleared room 4 with no casualties!

Held Items: Jackie [Flashlight], Blight [Wrench], Wicked [Rope]

[ragnarockz]

Room 4

CALLING ALL YOU AGENT VIDAL TRUTHERS, LOVERS AND OF COURSE, fuckers. This one is for ya'll 💚

More parts to come, of course 👀

Poem (Salvage) in italics by Hedgie Choi

Pic mood board for this first bit

Music while writing: Animals - Nickelback, Forwards Beckon Rebound - Adrianne Lenker, Painted Ladies - Ian Thomas, Hotel California - The Eagles, Sanctified - Ghost, Dead of Night - Orville Peck, Depression & Obsession - Koe Wetzel, Feel It - Jakalope

Vidal flicks the dial on the dashboard and winces when she hears the all-familiar lyrics blasting over the stereo. She shoots a quick sideways glance at Agnes who sits in the passenger seat; face beaming when her brain clicks with realization of the song.

"I still don't know how you can listen to this,"

Vidal announces as she shakes her head and lets her finger hover over the dial.

Agnes is bobbing her head and tapping her fingers on the windowsill to the beat; obviously knowing it by heart, obviously one of her most-played songs of theirs.

"If there's one song of theirs I thought you'd like it would have been this one,"

Agnes points to the dashboard as if speaking on behalf of the band. She watches Vidal roll her eyes and pose an explanation. Agnes breathes in and puffs out her chest as if she's been waiting all her life for someone to come along and ask her the philosophical meanings behind Animals.

"Bet you're gonna tell me why..."

Agnes laughs at Vidal's dead-pan voice and the strain in her tone. She's a saint for having to put up with her, Agnes thinks before she opens her mouth and leans back into her seat,

"It's just a comment on our true selves I mean, our true natural selves. You know, parts we can't help...things we can't control. Natural order of all things that come together..."

The car went silent as Vidal hung a right to turn down the unfamiliar road. She glanced at Agnes again, voice even deader this time around,

"You think they sat down and had that in mind when they wrote it? Not, oh...I don't know, their fantasy of wanting to go on a joy ride and fuck in their car?"

Agnes snorted and shook her head until she left it to face the window. Unfamiliar territory; land. They had never been this way, in the opposite direction they had gone months ago. Room 3 was behind them now.

Vidal crept to a crawl, causing Agnes to turn her attention forward. A dead deer lay in the middle of the road; half eaten by other animals. Vidal maneuvered around it with as much ease and safety as she could. Agnes' eyebrows shot up as she noticed Vidal white knuckling the steering wheel.

"You ok, Babe?"

Vidal didn't hear Agnes. Her eyes drifted up to the rear view mirror to look a the dead deer behind them now. Her heart skipped a beat. It wouldn't be the last time she saw a dead deer in her path.

I have seen the deer split open on the road and thought

Agnes unloaded the car; grabbing their bags as she followed Vidal's lead to their room. It was a short walk; starter number before 10. Vidal stopped mid step and Agnes saw the agents body tense. She peered over her and looked at the door, Room 4, before looking down at the concrete. A tiny dead bird lay in front of their door.

"It was 3 last time..."

"Guess we're moving up in the world, Vidal."

And Agnes pushed her way past the agent; foot barely missing the tiny body below her feet. Vidal kept her gaze focused on the bird until she walked into the threshold of their new motel room.

Agnes dropped their bags and bee-lined it to the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and left Vidal alone in the room; their room. Much like Room 3 it was small and held only what they truly needed for another few days of chasing another dead end lead.

Vidal took her suitcase and brought it over to the bed. She hoisted it up so she could unzip it and reveal her new discovery. Reach in and take it with her hands. With her suitcase laid open on the bed, she turned her attention to her pants. Unzipping and opening up her buttons she shoved them down just enough so that she could get what she held in her hand into her underwear. Well, she thought, not hers exactly. She didn't have a pair that would work for this, but Agnes did.

She zipped and buttoned back up like nothing had changed. She could hear the shower running and steam billowing out from underneath the bathroom door. She brought the rest of their belongings over to their respected bedsides and flopped herself down onto the bed. She instantly felt the digging into her hip from her pocket, almost forgetting she had brought something else along this time. Vidal bit her bottom lip as she reached in and pulled out her bearcut switchblade. The handle was wood and the blade was chunky; a bigger size that a usual switchblade.

The bathroom door swung open and Agnes walked out with her towel barely draped around her. They held no secrets, kept no shame between them. Vidal watched with knowing eyes as Agnes moved in a little closer; watched her eyes widen at the sight of the wood and the metal.

"When the fuck did you get a knife?"

Vidal shrugged and let the tip glide slowly against the fabric of her jeans; up her leg. She watched Agnes' throat bob in...fear? Excitement?

"Guess I'm full of surprises..."

And she let the knife crawl up her leg and to her hip, guiding Agnes' eyes until she saw the detectives mouth fall open.

"...when the fuck did you start packing?"

And Vidal shrugged and brought her eyes up to catch Agnes' stare. They held it for a moment or two, neither of them daring to flick their eyes away from the other.

that's exactly what those soft and gentle fuckers deserve

Vidal dropped the knife onto the bed, still open, and spread her legs a little more. She was sending a silent invitation to Agnes. The detective accepted.

The towel dropped and Agnes minimized the space between them as she got onto the bed beside Vidal. Her knee hit the handle of the knife, not bothering to push it away or even off of the bed. Let sleeping dogs lie. Agnes' hands reached forward to cup Vidal's crotch; the familiar shape and density hitting her like a ton of bricks.

She moved her hand then, slowly, testing the waters. Vidal's eyes absorbed her like sun soaking up a puddle as she melted into Agnes' petting, working up a sensation that shot right to her clit. Agnes moaned against her teeth and gave a Vidal a smile, an almost 'what the fuck is going on' grin that left her looking confused.

"I walked into your life, huh?"

Vidal's words rang out like a bell and Agnes' hand stuttered, stopped. She practically flinched, caught off guard by Vidal's ability to stay focused and not succumb to being felt up. This was something new; shouldn't it be sacred?

"Yeah, you kinda did, Vidal..."

Agnes mumbled as she worked her hand a little harder; felt the cut of the denim against her fingers and knuckles. Even though it was a strong and durable material, she could feel the heat and the wet start to creep through. She grinned again, finding herself overly enjoying this new sensation.

"But you won't step into mine."

Some things happened to me in my formative years

that I don't want to tell you about

but some things happened to you too.

[ragnarockz]

Room 4, Part 2- Red Room

Poem in italics is Self-Pity by D.H. Lawrence

Pic mood board for Red Room

Music while writing: James Dean - The Eagles

ha h ah ah ahaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh WELL!

Vidal had let her get close; close enough where Agnes felt daring to try and put her hand down her pants. Agnes felt Vidal's nails cut into her wrist, holding her hand still. Agnes moaned as she tried to reach with her fingers; so desperate and pathetic Vidal laughed in her face and threw her hand away before scooting off of the bed. She grabbed the knife and left Agnes behind.

"Get dressed and get in the car, we have somewhere we need to be."

Agnes made no attempt to move; still shocked in all that had unfolded in such a short span of time. Her mind was still reeling from the knife and the packer and Vidal's words. Her fucking words were eating through her own skull and she didn't know how to address them.

They moved around the room in a heavy silence as Agnes threw on the jeans she traveled in and a fresh white tee shirt. Who are you trying to be? James Dean? Vidal's words crept back into her head from months ago; always hitting that good itch in her brain. She didn't feel like him now anyways, not with whatever was looming between them.

"Where are we going?"

Vidal had her back to Agnes, ignoring her question as she slipped out of her clothes. She stood there in the darkening motel room in just her bra and underwear, the toy still bulged behind the fabric proudly. She made her way over to her suitcase and unzipped it once more as it lay on the floor. She was crouching now to reach inside, giving Agnes a show. She pulled out a black dress, her usual underwear and stockings. Exchanged Agnes' underwear for her own and fixed the toy back to where it belonged; stocking slipped up and over to hold it all in place. She took her dress, slipped her legs into it and shimmied it up her body. Vidal could feel Agnes' eyes like daggers on her back.

"You brought a dress like that out here? Vidal, where are you taking us?"

It felt like Agnes' brain was lagging behind, dying to catch up. Vidal brought a dress number one. Number two, she brought and was wearing the dress with her fucking packer underneath.

"I'll wait in the car...you should wear yours too. I thought you would have had it on already...knowing how you are."

Slipping into her heels, Vidal grabbed her purse and crossed the room, passing Agnes on her way out. She slammed the door behind her and left the detective stunned and alone.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.

They were back on the road with the dead of night creeping in all around them. No streetlights this deep into such a little town on the cusp of nowhere special. Vidal was pretty much speeding and Agnes kept her gaze down in her lap, burning a hole with her eyes at the sight of her own bulge between her legs. She couldn't remember the last time Vidal acted this way; had she ever?

"What..."

Agnes voice started out small before she cleared her throat and lifted her head so that Vidal could hear her clearly. She tried again,

"What did you mean...about...me not stepping into your life?"

Vidal poked the inside of her cheek in annoyance and gave a hard, short shake of her head. Her vision set on the road before them, following the signs into town or, well, near the outside of it on the opposite end. She wanted to laugh; laugh and laugh until she cried. She gripped the steering wheel a little tighter, pressed down harder on the gas pedal. She watched Agnes shift uncomfortably in her seat as she let the conversation die between them.

Vidal drove a little bit longer until she pulled up in front of a place that looked half abandoned. However, the neon lights burning outside were a tell-tale giveaway that it was, in fact, open for business. Agnes shot a look over at her partner for some explanation, some fucking sense of understanding. Vidal turned off the car and got out; leaving Agnes to her own devices to catch up at her heels.

There was some sort of atmosphere in the building that Agnes couldn't put her finger on as she followed Vidal inside. Definitely strange; a little off putting. She didn't feel safe or welcomed or wanted. She could feel eyes on her; all over her. She was being surveyed; up and down with eyes of unknown men because the women in there didn't care at all who entered or left this place. This place, was for men. Agnes caught up right behind Vidal, her hand reaching forward to take Vidal's wrist. Vidal let her; falling side by side with each other now as they moved deeper into the building.

"What the fuck is this, Vidal? What the fuck are you doing?"

"Me? What are we doing? You're here too."

Agnes closed her mouth and let a long, deep breath pass through her nostrils.

They came to an empty booth area that was covered in red. Everything was red in here, Agnes came to realize. The carpet, the couches, the seats. The fucking poles and the goddamn table tops and everyone; everything was bathed in red. Vidal's hair was a pitch darker than black and her dress blended in so much it made Agnes' eyes hurt.

"Take a seat, James..."

Vidal's words dripped out of her mouth like venom as she stood there and waited for Agnes to slide into the booth. She did; what else could she have done? There was no way she was going to turn back the way she came with her tail between her legs and walk by all those men again. She took her seat and scooted a little inwards so that Vidal could take hers too.

She did, Agnes watched, but not beside her. She watched as Vidal walked away and sat opposite of her; took her seat and spread her legs so that her dress rose from her knees pushed to the side; spreading.

"What the fuck is this?"

"You're so angry...but I know why you are. It's because you're confused, for once. Usually I guide you through things, isn't that right? Maybe I should leave you in the dark more often."

"Vidal."

"We've been at this for how long now? You and I? You go about like you're some mystery; like your life before me is so secretive. Everyone knows you, Agnes. You're so closed off that you're an open fucking book. Your mother, your son...Alice. Me. All your fucking fears and all your goddamn fantasies are so plain face and you're the only one who doesn't see it. I see it. Everyone sees it."

The music changed; another song taking its place over the stereos above them. Vidal grabbed the fabric of her dress at her knees and pulled it up towards her, exposing herself to Agnes.

"You never thought to ask me. You just take what I give you and never poke or pry. Maybe that's because of how you were raised; maybe you thought it was rude to be nosy. Fine. That's fair. In all honesty, there's nothing to fucking tell. I went to school and I came home from school. I was a good student, good daughter, good friend. I did what I was told and didn't think anything of it until I graduated and realized I had missed everything."

"Vidal, I-"

"You think your life was so fucking hard. Maybe it was, maybe it still is. You lived, Agnes. You did things maybe you regretted. What did I do that made me regret? Nothing. Nothing happened for me to stop and think of how stupid I was at nineteen or, how much I hated myself at twenty five for over something so horrible. Now I'm playing catch up. You and I..."

She caught herself then and let her dress fall from her grasp. Agnes' eyes went wide and then her brow knitted in close together. She felt a wave in her stomach; a sinking feeling.

"You and I...what...Vidal?"

A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough

without ever having felt sorry for itself.

[askthesonicgang]

*random dog Mobian sleeps on the floor of one of the hotel rooms*

*A dog mobian is sleeping on the floor of Vector, Mighty and Knuckles’s room. The rest are fast asleep but the stranger is in for a treat when Knuckles wakes up next morning.*

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give me more info next time so ik what to work with