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There is a Newsletter going up all over Dollsy, every room gets a copy, some very heavy plot related material enclosed. If you wanna have anything in the newsletter, talk to me. I'm going to try to put one up monthly with updates that Ace knows about, so if he doesn't know about it, it can't go in it. Comments, suggestions, mod-sponsored-bear-baiting-with-my-corpse-as-bait are all welcome. Some of this was written by Jenx, some of it was written by me.
For my fail, just say this went up on Day 17. You do not see the night update, you are feeling very passive.
Bring me cooki-read this Newsletter.
*steps into character*
A general note to everyone: I’m taking over for a friend of mine who started this shindig, so some of this shit is mine, and some of this shit is his, and I’m going to try to make a coherent newspaper out of it so you all get what I’m talking about, got it? I’m willing to take advice, so if you wanna help out, see me somewhere not the Cricket Bedroom, Machi bites.
Welcome to Acedia!
If you’ve just gotten here recently, you probably have a ton of questions. I’m not going to answer them. If I could answer them, or if anybody could, we probably would be out of here by now. What I’m offering instead is a kind of survival guide.
This house is called Acedia. We don’t know what exactly it is, or how it got here, or how you got here, but it collects people from all sorts of worlds and time periods and dumps them together. Things don’t work right here. Nights last somewhere around two weeks, days last about a week, but it’s hard to say that with any confidence because timepieces slow down too. The house builds onto itself, and rooms move around or disappear sometimes. Doors and windows leading outside won’t open, and you can’t break them so don’t try. Trust me, you’ve got better things to do.
Days are pretty calm. There are a bunch of bedrooms, though most of them are already occupied so you might want to knock first. There are two kitchens which give you whatever food or ingredients you want if you think about it, and you can find clothes in the bedrooms or the theatre’s backstage area. There’s medical supplies in some of the bathrooms, the surgery room, and the hospital ward. Stockpile these essentials when you can, because there will be emergencies.
At night, the house fills with monsters and ghosts. If you don’t believe in this sort of thing, I suggest you start believing now because your life depends on it. There’s all different types, but almost all of them want to kill you. Try to avoid them. If you get hurt, even just a bruise, hellhounds will hunt you down to finish the job. Find friends and set up a watch when you sleep, because sometimes monsters will hunt you if you sit still for too long. The good news is that death isn’t permanent most of the time, and you’ll probably wake up in the attic in a few days, but don’t depend on this. It doesn’t always work.
Special note on that: whatever you do, don’t kill yourself. If you kill yourself, you give yourself to the house. You will lose your free will and become one of the ghosts. You will never come back to life. You will never get to leave. You’ll be stuck here forever, killing the people you once called friends. So for your sake and ours, don’t do it.
I think that about covers it. If you have questions or information, come to the study on the first floor to talk to me. If I’m out, leave a note on the desk and I’ll get back to you when I can. The only way we’re getting out of this alive is if we communicate and work together. Remember that, and good luck.
The Note
“Phantasm mask, grinner tooth, hellhound heart, Lilia's brush, a chestmouth monster tongue, March's letter, the Lonely Ghost's letter, a Wallcrawler's foot, Allison's bloody dress, a Nurse's weapon, a bone from the Crawling Boy and Twisted Girl, a pearl from the bottom of the swimming pool, Paloma's letter, Hospital Room Boy's letter, a Not-Doll, a bandage from The Bandaged, the Hanging Ghost's rope, the Screaming Woman's note, an Unperson's head, a Wasp's stinger, one of the Needle Woman's needles, the Lanternkeeper's lantern
Present these and the door will open."
Some of our friends in the house have very recently found this note. Sounds pretty impossible, but it can’t hurt to try. Might even be a way out in our future.
Who is Them?
On a recent excursion to the Phantasm’s Lair, a few questions were answered. Most notably a question as to whether or not they were in charge or not. The answer was rather convoluted and boiled down to ‘maybe’. When asked if they weren’t, who was, they told us that “Them” was in charge and to get to “Them” we needed to go “Down”. We were also told that Rose, later revealed to be the child of two of the ghosts, is “in the house with us”.
One of the more disturbing factoids we uncovered was that the corpses are left in a pile in front of an incinerator, so a new body needs to be made every time we die and come back. It’s unknown if this will cause lasting harm if you die enough or not.
Music Box
A very long time ago, 5,000 cycles at least by the Lantern Keeper’s count, a man named March Harrison made a music box for his baby daughter. The house apparently had a different song in mind, and rewrote it. We played the music box’s song on the piano in the grand room, and if you move the carpet there is a hatch leading down to rows and rows of white rooms. They are impossible to open and impossible to get into, but further exploration might reveal something of interest.
Obits
This is me. I know it’s hard to keep track of deaths in a place like this, but even the house has some more permanent deaths. We should remember them, those people we have lost and who have left us for good. If we forget them, then they’re really gone. Being forgotten is worse than losing them. So this time it’s just going to be a list of names of people who have died or vanished into the house, but if you have someone, or something you want to say, let me know.
Kazuhiko Yukimi: Who has vanished, (and damnit Yukimi if you’ve killed yourself I’m going to kick your damned ass.) He’s a good friend, one of the best I’ve had in my life, and has always done his best to do the best for the rest of the people here. One of the few actually good people I’ve ever met, this whole thing was his idea to try to help spread information better. So, if this thing saves you life, if some of the information helps you in some way, or if we get out of this place because we actually started talking. It’s all on him. Remember that.
March, Lilia and Rose Harrison: Better known to most of you as the Burning Man and Mother’s Ghost, I’d bet, but they lived here, and they got married here, and they had an absolutely adorable little girl here. They love each other, even despite the weight of age and the damned Phantasms control on them. They’re good people, no matter what they are forced to do. Please remember them, even if you don’t pity them. Not as the faceless monsters the phantasms have created, but as the people who have lost everything and are still fighting for every scrap of humanity they have remaining to them.
Donovan: Or that crazy guy who hangs out in the gallery. He’s a nut, but he was a happy nut, he loved life and loved being part of life, and no matter what else he has been forced to become, that’s still there. He’s an amazing artist and musician, a clever speaker, and a friend to all living things (if they wanna be his friend or not). While he is sometimes dangerous at night, and sometimes not, he is being controlled like they all are and would much rather not attack us. Take caution, if he’s in the gallery, don’t talk to him or pause, just run for your LIFE, but he’s elsewhere, he’s safe and you can approach him.
Gale and Gale , Allison, Aiden,: I know 1 and 2 don’t seem much like kids anymore, and I know they’re all dangerous at night, but please remember that they were children, kids brought up in the most horrible situation possible.
Ricci: One of the most kick-ass moms I’ve ever gotten to meet, smart and bright and cheerful even when the world is falling down. She’s another one of the house’s more permanent guests. She’s got a broken neck.
Kesnia and Matalik: Didn’t speak to them much, but they were both really intelligent people. She’s military and he’s the scribe for a sultan. Now she’s the woman that screams and he’s the ghost with a rope around his neck.
Fletcher: The house doesn’t ask ages before it calls you and drags you in. It doesn’t ask how much you can take, or how long you will last before you break. It just pushes you until you do. I knew Fletcher briefly compared to others, but he was a good kid, and I owe him my life. I broke a promise to him, to protect him. But I intend to try to help him still. He didn’t deserve the lot that life offered him, but he did his best.
Paloma: We don’t have very many people who believe in god here, something about a hell house kinda makes you forget about believing that it could get better after awhile. Paloma never gave up on her god. She was a kind person in life, always generous with her kindness, and always looking for a way to help. She is again one of those that has been processed and turned into one of the so-called monsters. A little note for her friend Jacqueline, who has been broken down by the house that she can’t think for herself anymore.
Anna: Sometimes there are people in life that make things better just by being in it. I’ve never met Anna, but I know a kid who really needed her and what she offered to him. She was a wonderful singer and could play the piano, but more importantly she was a mom. There’s nothing more important than a person willing to mother others, here. He doesn’t speak fondly of many people, so I know she must have been something extra special. She’s gone now, dead or taken or just escaped, I don’t know. But she was a good person, and the house is a little bit darker without her.
Evangeline, Tasha, Christine: I didn’t talk to any of these three, they kinda kept to themselves for the most part, but they were still prisoners here and I felt their names should be on here.
I know it seems like a lot, I know it seems impossible, but as we fight, as we struggle, we need to remember that those who have gone before us are still here. There here in the echoes of humanity behind the eyes, in the little things they’ve left behind, they’re fighting with us. And we need to try to help them too.
Addendum!
If you have an envelope, go to the grand room at nightfall.
Written by: Eva Lillian, Kazuhiko Yukimi, and Portgas D. Ace.
For my fail, just say this went up on Day 17. You do not see the night update, you are feeling very passive.
Bring me cooki-read this Newsletter.
*steps into character*
A general note to everyone: I’m taking over for a friend of mine who started this shindig, so some of this shit is mine, and some of this shit is his, and I’m going to try to make a coherent newspaper out of it so you all get what I’m talking about, got it? I’m willing to take advice, so if you wanna help out, see me somewhere not the Cricket Bedroom, Machi bites.
Welcome to Acedia!
If you’ve just gotten here recently, you probably have a ton of questions. I’m not going to answer them. If I could answer them, or if anybody could, we probably would be out of here by now. What I’m offering instead is a kind of survival guide.
This house is called Acedia. We don’t know what exactly it is, or how it got here, or how you got here, but it collects people from all sorts of worlds and time periods and dumps them together. Things don’t work right here. Nights last somewhere around two weeks, days last about a week, but it’s hard to say that with any confidence because timepieces slow down too. The house builds onto itself, and rooms move around or disappear sometimes. Doors and windows leading outside won’t open, and you can’t break them so don’t try. Trust me, you’ve got better things to do.
Days are pretty calm. There are a bunch of bedrooms, though most of them are already occupied so you might want to knock first. There are two kitchens which give you whatever food or ingredients you want if you think about it, and you can find clothes in the bedrooms or the theatre’s backstage area. There’s medical supplies in some of the bathrooms, the surgery room, and the hospital ward. Stockpile these essentials when you can, because there will be emergencies.
At night, the house fills with monsters and ghosts. If you don’t believe in this sort of thing, I suggest you start believing now because your life depends on it. There’s all different types, but almost all of them want to kill you. Try to avoid them. If you get hurt, even just a bruise, hellhounds will hunt you down to finish the job. Find friends and set up a watch when you sleep, because sometimes monsters will hunt you if you sit still for too long. The good news is that death isn’t permanent most of the time, and you’ll probably wake up in the attic in a few days, but don’t depend on this. It doesn’t always work.
Special note on that: whatever you do, don’t kill yourself. If you kill yourself, you give yourself to the house. You will lose your free will and become one of the ghosts. You will never come back to life. You will never get to leave. You’ll be stuck here forever, killing the people you once called friends. So for your sake and ours, don’t do it.
I think that about covers it. If you have questions or information, come to the study on the first floor to talk to me. If I’m out, leave a note on the desk and I’ll get back to you when I can. The only way we’re getting out of this alive is if we communicate and work together. Remember that, and good luck.
The Note
“Phantasm mask, grinner tooth, hellhound heart, Lilia's brush, a chestmouth monster tongue, March's letter, the Lonely Ghost's letter, a Wallcrawler's foot, Allison's bloody dress, a Nurse's weapon, a bone from the Crawling Boy and Twisted Girl, a pearl from the bottom of the swimming pool, Paloma's letter, Hospital Room Boy's letter, a Not-Doll, a bandage from The Bandaged, the Hanging Ghost's rope, the Screaming Woman's note, an Unperson's head, a Wasp's stinger, one of the Needle Woman's needles, the Lanternkeeper's lantern
Present these and the door will open."
Some of our friends in the house have very recently found this note. Sounds pretty impossible, but it can’t hurt to try. Might even be a way out in our future.
Who is Them?
On a recent excursion to the Phantasm’s Lair, a few questions were answered. Most notably a question as to whether or not they were in charge or not. The answer was rather convoluted and boiled down to ‘maybe’. When asked if they weren’t, who was, they told us that “Them” was in charge and to get to “Them” we needed to go “Down”. We were also told that Rose, later revealed to be the child of two of the ghosts, is “in the house with us”.
One of the more disturbing factoids we uncovered was that the corpses are left in a pile in front of an incinerator, so a new body needs to be made every time we die and come back. It’s unknown if this will cause lasting harm if you die enough or not.
Music Box
A very long time ago, 5,000 cycles at least by the Lantern Keeper’s count, a man named March Harrison made a music box for his baby daughter. The house apparently had a different song in mind, and rewrote it. We played the music box’s song on the piano in the grand room, and if you move the carpet there is a hatch leading down to rows and rows of white rooms. They are impossible to open and impossible to get into, but further exploration might reveal something of interest.
Obits
This is me. I know it’s hard to keep track of deaths in a place like this, but even the house has some more permanent deaths. We should remember them, those people we have lost and who have left us for good. If we forget them, then they’re really gone. Being forgotten is worse than losing them. So this time it’s just going to be a list of names of people who have died or vanished into the house, but if you have someone, or something you want to say, let me know.
Kazuhiko Yukimi: Who has vanished, (and damnit Yukimi if you’ve killed yourself I’m going to kick your damned ass.) He’s a good friend, one of the best I’ve had in my life, and has always done his best to do the best for the rest of the people here. One of the few actually good people I’ve ever met, this whole thing was his idea to try to help spread information better. So, if this thing saves you life, if some of the information helps you in some way, or if we get out of this place because we actually started talking. It’s all on him. Remember that.
March, Lilia and Rose Harrison: Better known to most of you as the Burning Man and Mother’s Ghost, I’d bet, but they lived here, and they got married here, and they had an absolutely adorable little girl here. They love each other, even despite the weight of age and the damned Phantasms control on them. They’re good people, no matter what they are forced to do. Please remember them, even if you don’t pity them. Not as the faceless monsters the phantasms have created, but as the people who have lost everything and are still fighting for every scrap of humanity they have remaining to them.
Donovan: Or that crazy guy who hangs out in the gallery. He’s a nut, but he was a happy nut, he loved life and loved being part of life, and no matter what else he has been forced to become, that’s still there. He’s an amazing artist and musician, a clever speaker, and a friend to all living things (if they wanna be his friend or not). While he is sometimes dangerous at night, and sometimes not, he is being controlled like they all are and would much rather not attack us. Take caution, if he’s in the gallery, don’t talk to him or pause, just run for your LIFE, but he’s elsewhere, he’s safe and you can approach him.
Gale and Gale , Allison, Aiden,: I know 1 and 2 don’t seem much like kids anymore, and I know they’re all dangerous at night, but please remember that they were children, kids brought up in the most horrible situation possible.
Ricci: One of the most kick-ass moms I’ve ever gotten to meet, smart and bright and cheerful even when the world is falling down. She’s another one of the house’s more permanent guests. She’s got a broken neck.
Kesnia and Matalik: Didn’t speak to them much, but they were both really intelligent people. She’s military and he’s the scribe for a sultan. Now she’s the woman that screams and he’s the ghost with a rope around his neck.
Fletcher: The house doesn’t ask ages before it calls you and drags you in. It doesn’t ask how much you can take, or how long you will last before you break. It just pushes you until you do. I knew Fletcher briefly compared to others, but he was a good kid, and I owe him my life. I broke a promise to him, to protect him. But I intend to try to help him still. He didn’t deserve the lot that life offered him, but he did his best.
Paloma: We don’t have very many people who believe in god here, something about a hell house kinda makes you forget about believing that it could get better after awhile. Paloma never gave up on her god. She was a kind person in life, always generous with her kindness, and always looking for a way to help. She is again one of those that has been processed and turned into one of the so-called monsters. A little note for her friend Jacqueline, who has been broken down by the house that she can’t think for herself anymore.
Anna: Sometimes there are people in life that make things better just by being in it. I’ve never met Anna, but I know a kid who really needed her and what she offered to him. She was a wonderful singer and could play the piano, but more importantly she was a mom. There’s nothing more important than a person willing to mother others, here. He doesn’t speak fondly of many people, so I know she must have been something extra special. She’s gone now, dead or taken or just escaped, I don’t know. But she was a good person, and the house is a little bit darker without her.
Evangeline, Tasha, Christine: I didn’t talk to any of these three, they kinda kept to themselves for the most part, but they were still prisoners here and I felt their names should be on here.
I know it seems like a lot, I know it seems impossible, but as we fight, as we struggle, we need to remember that those who have gone before us are still here. There here in the echoes of humanity behind the eyes, in the little things they’ve left behind, they’re fighting with us. And we need to try to help them too.
Addendum!
If you have an envelope, go to the grand room at nightfall.
Written by: Eva Lillian, Kazuhiko Yukimi, and Portgas D. Ace.