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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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[totally_rab]

*wanders in through the door*

Sly......?

*flees, coz Dolohov makes him so hot it scares him*

*and maybe he was one of Sly's school-molestation victims*

[mask_and_beret]

*Walter walks in, then stops dead and begins to cower against a wall. His eyes widen in fear and he mutters to an invisible presence* No Mr. Salzella...I won't Mr. Salzella...

[an_adventuress]

*sees her daughter*

Lady Windermere! I didn't expect to see you again.

[pipe_player]

*he steps in, only to find himself back in his play* ...This is impossible. There was an end to it, I know there was. Were Rosencrantz and the mansion a dream? On the whole, doubtful.

[toooldtooyoung]

*quietly walks through the door, book tucked in her arms -- and suddenly freezes, paling*

*timidly* Mr. Leng? Sir? What are you doing here?

[pipe_player]

Typist: I apologize for Guil's behavior in advance

*sees her, and due to the illusion, thinks she's Rosencrantz. Grabs her by the shoulders* Once again, we are trapped in un-, sub-, or super-natural forces, perhaps all at once. Discuss!

[toooldtooyoung]

*jumps, startled* What?

But-- but I thought you were dead, sir!

[pipe_player]

I was. So were you. So we'll be again, if we don't find a way out of this nonsense. Do you remember our names?