#senatus.labyrinth

[zahryaofdawn]

where?: somewhere over the rainbow

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The fear and anxiety he felt from the crushing weight of the unknown clung to Zahrya still, jolting him awake from his unconscious state. Immediately he knew something was wrong. He couldn’t feel Alastor and the grass beneath him seemed hostile. There was no possibility of him understanding his circumstances, but spotting Vivianne nearby affirmed she must’ve been the culprit. “Lowly witch, how dare you cast an illusion on me! Alastor is mine now and I will have him back!” Zahrya raises his hand to send terrible thorns to impale Vivianne, but all that shoots in her direction is vacuum dust, much to his confusion and dismay.

@seeingvivianne​

[assanx]

@howlforahookup​ location: labyrinth - school lunchroom  notes: tuna (disastrous)

Asleep when everything had gone down, Assan woke up, sat up, and immediately hit his head on the lunchroom table that he’d appeared under. He rubbed at his forehead as he crawled out from under it before he stood, This is different. Assan thought as he looked around, rusted metal and peeling wallpaper. His stomach growled and he looked towards the dingy looking kitchen - there might have been something in there, twinkies lasted forever and this place looked like it hadn’t been touched in decades. Damian was there already, the lycan that was always trying to steal his food. Assan stomped his way towards him before he grabbed the other’s shoulder to give him a piece of his tuna mind when all of a sudden - something - with a lot of tentacles that looked vaguely human loomed over them. Out of pure shock, Assan gasped, “Tuna!” He yelled as he pushed Damian to the ground, immediately a force ripped its way from his throat and with percussive force the mindflayer exploded as guts, viscera, squid-like ink and alien blood splattered himself and Damian. Assan’s hands came over his mouth as his eyes went wide, that wasn’t supposed to happen when he said normal words. Now his throat hurt too and here he was without his cough syrup.

[alekgray]

@arastirmacii​ location: Labyrinth - Laboratory notes: kiss kiss fall in love

The Eye with their little speech and then everything went to shit, naturally. Alek felt the cold floor beneath him, sterile tiles as his fingers curled against the ground. Familiar scents caught his attention and all too quickly the alpha was on his feet. He knew this place. He’d been here before but it felt... Different, looked different too. Some level the wolf had never seen? It was hard to say, he turned in place and looked down a corridor, then rounded on it again only to see that the layout of the doors had changed across it. “What the fuck-” Alek bit out before he saw the doctor on the floor, the one who’d put that fucking thing inside of him. “The fuck did you do?” Did she bring him here? It kind of looked like they’d both been brought here. “Hey!” Something twitched inside of him but there was no break, no release, Alek reached for the wolf but when he did nothing happened. He couldn’t shift. “What the fuck did you do now?!”

[micahwright]

@meryasek​ location: castle labyrinth notes: uncle lovin’

Breaking pressure had brought them to... Wherever or whatever this place was. Distantly it reminded him of the fairy court, when Emma had transformed him into a beetle and left him in a cage. He’d come through and narrowly escaped but everything was just slightly off. An inkling that Micah usually felt from somewhere in the crown of his head felt off somehow, like the faiman was having a hard time from telling up and down. When he looked up he saw a myriad of staircases going in each direction, portraits that shifted across the walls like building blocks and windows that looked like two mirrors held up to one another. “What the fuck-” Micah said, wide blue eyes not even noticing his uncle next to him until he looked down again. “What’s going on?”

[renxfields]

@rawlinsbriggs​ location: Laboratory: Labyrinth notes: stick with him baby girl he’s got you

Magic disrupted, Renfield’s shapeshifting was effecting, tentacles wormed their way from his clothes as the eyes of a cephalopod bore over normally dark hues. Mottled skin, his features remained similar as he managed to at least keep that much of himself, otherwise Renfield would have been nothing more but a pair of eyes in an infinite den of tentacles, each with a mind of their own. The sharp, eldritch mind rifled through the applications of Trivia’s blood, the disturbance that had occurred in the weeks prior, and the sudden insane pressure that had brought them all here. Modern science couldn’t offer a complete explanation of reality because of fundamental limits to the knowledge it could provide, rates of time run differently given relative motion, and space and time formed together to make spacetime. In this time was a coordinate, fixed and absolute, a portion of a formula that made up reality: a sum or aggregate of all that is real or existent in a system. 

“Someone’s disrupted the flow of time.” Renfield observed out loud with a pedantic sigh, dark hues watching the rolling hallway in front of them that shifted every which way in a seemingly nonsensical pattern. His body twitched with independent thought, less inhibited by the skin he usually wore, the eldritch creature’s mind wandered more freely. Magic wouldn’t work here, at least not correctly, Renfield was fortunate that he was able to maintain as human an appearance as he was, brought this close by his understanding of what was occurring here. An equation worked its way over his limbs, multiple levels as his mind applied its understanding of eldritch teachings and reality: as it happened, a specialty of his. “If we wait here, this place is going to collapse around us.” An absence of death, removal from space and time entirely - they’d be trapped in a void for eternity. Renfield moved forward. 

[appetizinggael]

where?: into the thick of it

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One minute Gael was sculpting his abs, the next he was being pressed into the floor. Waking up in unfamiliar settings wasn’t entirely out of the norm for him though. Sometimes vampires ditched him places after going too far, just a risk of the trade. As he sits up and sees Seth, Gael struggles to recall if he ever invited the vampire into his place for convenience snacking. He also can’t recall a vampire passing out next to him after a feeding either. “Oh wow, was I really that good? You probably shouldn’t have stuck around though...” Gael trails off, finally taking in his surroundings. “Where did you take us? What is this place? Do you ... hear something?”

@sethlozano

[renxfields]

@xremusx​ location: Remus’ labyrinth notes: ditched that wet blanket Rawlins “Are you satisfied?” Renfield asked, navigating the labyrinths had been a simple task once the hollowborn had worked out the rotating formula that the medley of realities had been bent across. Through it, he’d found his way from his own, ascertained where Remus would have ended up, and found the first terror in his own den. “Or have you not yet come to realize that all this has been a product of your desire for revenge.” The demigod did not care what happened to the man in front of him, at least not on the surface. He’d filed these limiting feelings away somewhere that he did not need to consider them, yet all the same, here Renfield stood - scolding the man that was like a father to him.

[ezekielurquhart]

@xastarothx​ location: Labyrinth - Funhouse notes: clown music gets louder

Last thing Ezekiel remembered was waiting for the bass to drop while everyone else was at the auditorium. The scariest thing of all was that it never did, Ezekiel waited and waited and then he was on the ground. Circus music played, devoid of any beat beyond the juvenile repetition of nightmare fuel. Ezekiel recognized the other from the record store as the Pluto vampire got to his feet and looked around to see a giant rotating wheel as their only way forward, the words Abandon All Hope glowed in a neon green overhead. “You’re not afraid of clowns or anything, are you?”