oh, it's not just my pride, it's just till these tears have dried.

[curtainwizard]

[There's a point after you settle in when the mansion seems to delight in tricking you into one room after another, and Light is right in the middle of it. He's stepping into his bedroom, except it isn't his room at all...

...suddenly it's all gone, all the tiredness, the trapped feeling, the pale background of disquiet and concern: he almost

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[cipherhood]

-Light, upon entering, finds himself on Olanzapine, and possibly some kind of anxiolytic, too. His gaze immediately goes rather vague, and he blinks rapidly, then sort of lurches over to a chair, finding himself feeling dizzy and tired - a bit like he's floating, and everything is muffled, and the ground is very far from his feet.-

What the...?

[curtainwizard]

[At the buffet table, Light is closely examining a fruit bowl and detaching a small bunch of grapes. He sees you sit down and gives you a little wave and a bit of a smirk.]

[cipherhood]

What's going on.

-In a flat monotone. He can't bring himself to express anything, somehow, and there's an annoying pressure clustered around his temples.-

[curtainwizard]

[Walking over, a bit fast - almost bouncing.]

You don't look well, Light.

Have a grape?

[Offering you the bunch.]

[onlydisappear]

[Matt Mac is wandering, trying to find the exit he's half-given up on. When he steps into this room, he doesn't even have time to think "This isn't it either." He staggers, because he suddenly feels sick and swirly, and the walls are breathing, and his mind is pieces that something's trying to take apart and hide. He stumbles into one of the beanbag chairs, goes down, and groans.]

Ohhhh, fuck.

[curtainwizard]

[Light walks over - the walk's a bit too fast, a clatter of footsteps.]

You look ill.

[onlydisappear]

[Images tumble sickeningly about his mind. Bangs louder than bombs, and he thinks he can see the blood blooming on his chest, but when he scrabbles at it with his hands, it doesn't budge. He tries to focus on Light.]

Dude. What. I mean, Jesus Christ.

[curtainwizard]

Not quite.

[He touches his face, curious.]

...I know it's a ridiculous thing to say, but have we met? You seem familiar, somehow.

[firm_detective]

*When L steps into the room, he feels little tingles; soon after, a wave of dizziness, then a rush of exhilaration.*

*He looks around: What a beautiful room -- and the people, yes, beautiful too -- I love them. I could not be happier than I am right now. He wants to touch everything, and doesn't know where to begin, so he stands, grinning, in the middle of the floor.*

[[Ecstacy.]]

[curtainwizard]

[From his position at the buffet table, Light sees you come in and gives you a filthy look, before going back to the pizza - which he's turning round and round like some sort of abstract art.]

[firm_detective]

*He slouches up to Light, looking cheerful, then catches sight of the pizza on the table.*

It is beautiful, isn't it?

[curtainwizard]

[He's aiming for an uninterested, flat tone, but it shoots through the other side and comes out as detestation.]

What do you want, L?

[jusadmello]

Mello walks in easily this time, ready for whatever this situation will be, but he's not expecting this, not expecting this like, warm blanket of good feelings to press down on him.

He's missed this, in a stupid way (sad he didn't get to experience the needle, but that's okay); hasn't been high like this since the mafia.

[[Heroin.]]

[curtainwizard]

[As you drift in, Light sees you, and quickly processes all the impressions: the new one, the one from the corridor, the one who realised I was Kira straight away. And that reminds him of his fight with L on Sunday: I know you are Kira. I have known since our first conversation. But it doesn't matter, it's not important, none of it's anything he can't deal with.

He gives you a sarcastic little smile.]

[jusadmello]

Mello gives a loose smile back, lifts a hand to wave it slightly. 'Hey,' is all he says, blinks slowly.

[curtainwizard]

[Another collision of impressions, and an immediate conclusion: so the room puts people under some sort of intoxication. Was I immune, then? Am I just not noticing? But I don't feel any different...

He rattles over to you, wide-eyed, holding an apple.]

Maybe you should sit down, hm?

[brokenrecluse]

*L, Royal, or whatever his name has yet to be, is exploring his new home. He coincidentally finds a certain door very interesting and wonders what's behind it. He enters the room and to his unrestrained horror...

... he feels exactly the same.

Huh.*

[OOC: Placebo. No one said the drugs had to be illegal! XD]

[curtainwizard]

[A scowl: another L. But not like the other: he's got up in something ridiculous, something Light hasn't seen before. He smirks at you, slanted, and walks over to introduce himself. He's got a small bowl of cherries.]

Nice coat. I don't think we've met?

[brokenrecluse]

*Hey there's fruit in the room - ANOTHER YAGAMI-KUN. HIIIII.*

Yagami-kun?

*Gods, you think the guy would learn from now.*

[curtainwizard]

[He blinks at you, and pulls back.]

Whatever, L. I see you've got no grasp of politeness, like the rest of your alternates.

[One of the cherries disappears, and he spits the stone back into the bowl: don't even think of asking me for one of these.]

Let me guess: you knew a version of me, he was Kira, you caught him out because of how gobsmackingly clever you are.