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[ayrie_spirit]

Ariel is bored. And a bored Shakespearean sprite is a force to be reckoned with. Anyone passing through a certain doorway in the mansion will be confronted by a very realistic illusion of something they have a strong emotional response to. It could be something they fear, love, loathe, or whatever. Duration is at typist discretion, as are total

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[retiredhorseman]

*walks in the doorway and yelps, going pale as he's confronted with a mound of phantom antibiotics*

[minaharker10_2]

[Typist: I love this crackplot!]

*Mina walks through the doorway and sees...who else but the Count? She begins shaking uncontrollably, her hands balled into fists, her eyes wide. She whispers* Oh, God, oh, God, no.

[thorny_beauty]

typist: taking a cue from below *winks* He's referring to Andromeda Black Tonks, one of the few women he ever cared about.

*blinks and then smiles* Andri, Is that really you? Did you dump Ted finally?

[minaharker10_2]

[Typist: By 'from below' do you mean the whole "Die, murder!" "Hello, La Esmeralda!" thing that sounds like it will be interesting? And Adromeda/Evan is such an awesome pairing!]

*she didn't really hear what he said...she's a bit too scared to hear anything at the moment. Her voice is barely audible* Please...don't...

[thorny_beauty]

typist: yes, the idea that they don't really see the right people in front of them works really well for confusion...

Don't what? I wouldn't ever hurt you. You know that.

[razor_hiss]

*The room, to Andrew, is a mix of three places: one, it's of his old apartment in London; two, it's of Jay's slave-quarters in the back of his New Orleans house; third, of course, is the jail cell where he spent five years.*

*stops, regarding the bars, and reaches out to "touch" the one closest to him, narrowing his eyes when his hand passes through it* Shit. I don't need this.

[queens_revenge]

*her voice is practically a shriek at the apparition she sees* I killed you!

[theblondgypsy]

*walks through the doorway and can't believe who he sees* ...La Esmeralda? Am I dreaming? Or are you a ghost?

[queens_revenge]

[Typist: This'll be fun.]

*glaring at him* Murderer, leave me or I shall be sure to do my crime again. *pulls out a dagger*

[theblondgypsy]

*typist: poor Gringoire* Murderer? My dear girl, you must be mistaken! I never harmed you! You were like a sister to me!

[hedda_t_gabler]

*upon walking through the door Hedda finds herself back in the house Tesman bought. She looks irritated* I never wished to come back here.