#somnolentfreetime

[susurrusflaneur]

Apparition. [open]

With the appearance of the ghosts and the answer to the salt circle mystery, Gyger moved back into the ballroom. 

"Ruthy, are you in here?"

But no answer. 

He sat down and opened up his book. Yes, even though some of his beliefs were proven wrong, it was time to study and see what's next. He had some ideas on where to go from here. He was only a beginner, but maybe there was something.

Gyger thought about what Frederick told him. Should he tell someone? Well... there was a select amount of people listening to him. He almost chuckled to himself, they'll die that way. The way they're treating those ghosts. Lord, will they learn from their mistakes. You dont. Mess. With. Spirits. 

He hummed a little, reading through it, even jotting down some notes. This was such a risky plan, but he needed to get down to business on getting them out of here. 

Either they follow him or they die, it's going to be as simple as that.

[eyepatch-blacksmith-blog]

It's raining... [CLOSED SKYE+STELLA]

The room was empty.

It didn't feel right. It felt wrong, oh so very wrong. Just the other day, a little, meek and nice girl had occupied this room. A caring little soul who wanted everyone to be happy even though she was on the verge of dying. A wonderful little girl that Stella had called her sister.

Now, she was gone.

Dead. Executed. Buried.

With her own hands. Stella had digged, carried and buried her own sister. Something she never wanted to do. But was the world a fair one? Of course not. It was cruel and she hated it.

As if in trance, Stella moved towards Nui's bed in a slow pace, not actually fully closing the door behind her and clutching Tigger to her chest. This was the last gift she had received from her beloved sister, the poor girl who had been lied to, who had been toyed with, who had been manipulated in the most cruelest ways possible. A cute, little tiger plushie with a blue ribbon tied to its neck.

Taking all the time in the world – it's not like they had much to do in this godforsaken hotel anyway – she reached the bed and the nightstand, at first simply staring at the latter one, before she pulled out something out of her lab coat pocket. It was an eyepatch. A soft pink-colored eyepatch that had a beautifully crafted rose on it. Stella looked at it and brushed over gently over it, before she carefully placed it on top of the nightstand. This one would have certainly suited Nui and she wanted to leave it here, tell her that Stella still cared for her.

A deep breath was taken and her eye darted around the room, falling on top of the desk. Quietly, she went to the mentioned furniture and looked at it's contents, her heart falling when she saw the broken Kimiwarui. Not long ago, she had helped Nui to glue all it's pieces back... Stella felt the guilt weighing her down again and her grip around Tigger tightened. She mouthed a silent 'I'm sorry' at the broken doll or to be more precise, the sister she couldn't save. Why couldn't she protect her sister like promised? Why couldn't she get her out of here before anything of that happened? Why?

Next to the broken pieces was a diary. Nui's diary. You could tell just from the looks of it. At first, she simply stared at it and chewed on her lips, then swallowed her spit down and spoke quietly into the room:“Tut mir leid, Schwesterherz, ich hoffe, du bist nicht allzu böse, wenn ich das lese...“

With that, she took the diary into her hands and moved to the bed, sitting down and placing Tigger on top of her lap. She took another deep, albeit slightly shaken breath before opening up the diary and started to read it.

By the time Stella finished with the entries, she discovered the letters that were adressed to various people – herself included. The blacksmith swallowed again, already shaking, but taking the letter nontheless. As she read it, her trembling got only worser and a small whimper escaped her throat. Her vision got blurry and her eye felt wet- no. Not now. Not here. Not ever.

Stella shook her head and blinked, trying to regain her composure, but failing horribly to do so. With shaky hands, she placed both the diary and the letter on the nightstand right beside the eyepatch and stroked Tigger's head, absentmindedly staring into nothing in particular.

It was silent in the room for a long time, before Stella opened her mouth, now her eye focused on Tigger:“... How are ya, Nui? I... I hope you are doin' fine wherever you are now... 'M sure y'are at a nice place, far away from this hellhole here... A-At least y'are with yer mum now, right? Surely, she's gonna be sad, t-that her darling died so soon, b-but at least y-ya can finally hug her again...“

She shuffled a little bit and took a another shaky breath, shutting her eye for a moment, before she opened it again. „I-I promise t-that I'm gonna... take care o' everythin'. L-Leave it ta me, okay, s-sis? Don't worry 'bout me, j-just be happy, please, I-I just want you to be-“, a choke escaped her throat and she bit her lips, cursing herself for being this weak. Cursing herself for not being strong enough to protect anyone. Cursing the world for the fucked up things that are happening.

„... Tigger misses you, y-y'know? S-Same goes for me. I... Why are you gone...? Why... d-did this have to happen... C-Come back... p-please... I... I'm sorry f-fer bein' such a terrible sister... I... y-you tell me I couldn't have done anythin', b-but I could have... helped you... I could, I should have! I'm... so sorry... I couldn't... protect you... I'm... I'm...“ A horrified expression tainted her face now, trembling so much like she never did before.

And then it came all out.

"I'msorryI'msorryimsorryimsorryimsorryimsorryestutmirleidestutmirleidtutmirleidtutmirleidtutmirleidtutmirleidtutmirleidBITTEVERGIBMIR!"

As she uttered her apologies and clinged onto the tiger plushie for dear life, she felt a sensation she hadn't experienced for a long time.

She cried.

Tears were uncontrollably streaming down her face as she let out a pained scream, burying her face into Tigger, not caring about anything anymore. Her strength was gone, her composure lost, her heart broken.

Stella was shattered.

[shsl-game-developer-archive-blog]

ERROR: Comfort Not Found [OPEN]

The new knowledge that his laptop could be used freely without worrying about power was only a small comfort if shit like this was going to happen. 

He'd just been shut away in his room using his precious laptop (god, he'd missed this thing) when the chat window had appeared. Despite the fact that unexplained things appearing on it - don't remember Hiro being dragged under don't remember Stella nearly going too don't do it don't do it they're fine they're both fine - had signaled bad things recently... the sheer shock of communication had been enough to get Skye responding. 

Now, he wished he hadn't. 

Despite a good part of the hotel being lit up now, despite the fact this room had just been the scene of a murder - I could have stopped that surely I could have - Skye had still fled to the infirmary after slamming his laptop shut as terror filled him. Oh god, he'd felt a breath on his neck- but his room had been totally empty- and those messages- they didn't help either-

watching you always watching

No, no, get this conversation out his head- 

how long will you keep running hopeless

No stop thinking about it that's what this thing wants it wants to mess with you that's-

cant hide forever

No-

you are nothing but meat

STOP- 

With a scream he only just managed to bite back, Skye stopped clutching the laptop to his chest, shoving it underneath the pillow of the infirmary bed he sat on and burying his face in his knees, being hugged to his chest as the first sob was heard in the empty infirmary.

[hey-remember-this]

Don't Let It Hurt Anymore [Execution reaction/closed Beatrice+Ramona]

Ramona stumbled through the hall, breathing heavily and barely seeing a thing despite the new light in the hotel. Akumara, Ash, Sonya, Nui, who else would die before they got out? It was hopeless. It was pointless to try. They were all going to die there. They were all going to die. WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE

A strangled whimper escaped her throat as she fell sideways against a wall, sliding down to the floor and ignoring the dull pain her shoulder that came from hitting the wall. Nui was dead, she was dead dead dead, and it was Ramona's fault. We sent her to death, I sent her to death, she's dead because of me it's all because of me! She clapped a hand over her mouth to muffle the scream she let out, not sure where it was coming from, be it her frustration or anguish or pain. But either way she screamed, squeezing her eyes shut and praying with all she had that when she opened them again she would be somewhere, anywhere else.

But all she saw was Nui, her body twisted and broken and tossed aside like it was nothing, and all she did was scream harder.

Her hand finally left her mouth and she took a deep breath, reaching up to twist her hair around furiously with her fingers. It hurt, oh did it hurt, and she wanted it to stop hurting more than she wanted anything else in the world. "M-Make it stop..." she muttered to the presumably empty hall. "Make it s-stop, make it stop, MAKE IT STOP!" She tugged harshly on her pigtail and let out a broken sob, finally succumbing to her despair. She couldn't stop the sobs that racked her body, as she shook and cried and whimper in the empty hall.

However, perhaps it wasn't quite as empty as she thought.

[asomnolentproperpianist]

Graceful as a Falcon PUNCH (open)

Well. Sonya is dead, Hiro got his own hand cut up, and Lynn got punched in the face. So she's going just peachy.

She glares into the mirror. No good. Her make-up doesn't include anything to cover up a bruise because she's really not used to getting them. For Shuichi to place such a blemish on the face she's so proud of...! Hmph, he and Ramona have certainly been feeling bolder lately. Ah, and she thought that they could be friends.

She looks over all her dresses and jewels. No, there's no concealing it with clothes either, hm? She'll have to wear her wound with pride, then. Flaunt it as a symbol that she is a victim. Yes, that might work. The pianist practices her smile. It's just a little more painful than usual, but not awfully so. Now then, time to march.

Lynn heads outside for a change of pace. Ah yes, the skies are dark and clouded as usual. She knows that feel. Now, to just wait until she has someone's attention.

[shsl-badenddoll]

Paper Plane [OPEN??? Sure]

It was normal for Nui to get little to no sleep at night, she'd usually just lay in her bed and think about what would happen to them all the next day...and when that made her feel a little too nervous, she would begin to converse with her dolls. She wished she could sleep...but she was always so afraid to. What if she closed her eyes and by morning she would never open them again...just like her mom...

Morning made its way...and she felt terrible. Her head was pounding, her entire body felt like it was being jabbed at. She...didn't want to stay in her room though, so, she began to make her way down the staircase and to the kitchen. Thankfully, it wasn't a very long walk from her room. It would just be a quick run down and she would hide and get to be around people still...there were no flaws in the plan!

Well...until something she really hoped wouldn't happen /did/. At the bottom of the stairs, she hunched over in a coughing fit, blood oozing over the hand she was using to cover her mouth. Oh no...oooh no this couldn't be happening not when other people could walk in at any moment...

Even when the fit finished and she wiped all the blood on her apron...large [pink/red] stains could easily be spotted...as well as some blood sticking to her hand still. Frantically she looked around to make sure no one was around to see that...oh god she hoped no one had.

[susurrusflaneur]

Deception and Perfection [open]

Gyger stood near the kitchen sink, humming to himself as he cleaned some dishes. He started to think about things lately. This was good, being himself was good. He was his own person. It was time to come clean, wasnt it? He didnt need Liam, he didn't need Eren.

He smiled a little, rubbing a spot on a plate over again. He thought about the time he was little and it was his 8th birthday. Liam insisted they throw a birthday party, but Gyger was too shy for one. Though, their parents threw one anyway. 

Gyger sat at the table alone the whole time just blowing on his kazoo, staring sadly at a cake. All the other kids at the party were running around, smiling and laughing. Though, they werent HIS friends, they were Liam's. He leaned on his hand, sighing into the kazoo. 

Liam had run behind him, forcefully pushing his brother, causing Gyger's face to hit the table, swallowing the kazoo. He couldn't even talk for hours, his parents kept asking what was wrong with him but he was too embarrassed by the low wheezing sound he'd make when he tried to make sound. His brother just kept laughing the whole time. It took them 3 days to get the kazoo piece removed. Still, he had a nervous habit of wheezing. 

He looked up a little, deciding it was best to come clean. Taking a dishrag, he got it damp with water and brought it to his face, washing the heart "tattoo" off his face. No more of that. He smiled a little, taking out the colored eye contacts showing his natural brown eyed color. Haha just kidding that's hella stupid Gyger is the realist shit april fools gay babies. 

[eyepatch-blacksmith-blog]

Who knew you could move like this? [OPEN]

Not often were her feets leading her to the ballroom, especially since the whole murder ordeal, but today, she came here for a reason. A reason that no one would've probably guessed. A reason that would actually astonish the others if they would know about it. This particular reason just didn't seem to fit the headstrong blacksmith at all, but then again, each human being was full of surprises and Stella was not exempt of this.

Almost casually, she strolled into the big empty room, her blue eye wandering around for a minute before she went to one of the candles that have been lit up here. She got rid off her lab coat and folded it neatly before she placed it in front of the candle. Then she proceeded to get something out of her coat pocket - it was a photography, where one could see Stella and a blonde girl, both grinning brightly. She looked at it for a few moments, a soft smile appeared on her face, before she placed it right on top of her lab coat and got up. This time around, she wore a rather large, dark blue shirt with a repeating diamond-pattern on it, almost reaching her knees. Instead of her usual pair of jeans she fancied to wear, she had decided to wear black leggins this time and... were these black slippers? Huh, who would have thought she'd own something like that.

A sigh escaped her lips before she started to stretch herself out. Be it her arms, her legs, her back, she made sure that everything would be stretched and after roughly ten minutes, she deemed that she had done enough.

Finally, she moved to the center of the ballroom, throwing a short glance at the door sill - good, no one was there. For now, anyway, but she doubted that this place would be soon filled with other people.

Stella took a deep breath and brought herself to position. She remained like this for a moment, before she started to hum a song and thus, danced to it. Of course it would have been much better if she had the song actually played on a radio or anything of the likes, but they didn't had something like this here and even when, there was still no electricity.

Anyway, it looked like she had studied this dance - how and why, one had to ask her, especially why she would dance it now of all times. Then again, it's not like there was much to do anyway and exercising was a good thing, right? This aside, Stella's movements were rather powerful and quick, especially her arms were astir. It was actually surprising that she seemed to be a good dancer - though who knows how much she would suck at couple dances?

She seemed to enjoy herself at least and her focus was on the dance she was practising.