Away in a Madhouse... [Active | Open]

[bunny_is_better]

Who: Kuchiki Rukia, open
Where: Parlour
When: Day 001
What: A very confused Shinigami turns up somewhere she isn't supposed to be. WTFery ensues.
Warnings: Startling the death god is not necessarily a good idea. Just sayin'.

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[bunny_is_better]

That still left at least six other sets by Rukia's reckoning, not counting her own. "And that set is mine," she said, pointing out her own trail, "which means there are other people here somewhere. How much of this place have you seen?"

The chill in the air was really starting to unsettle her. Only one person she had ever been around made her feel this cold, and he'd been a reasonably friendly guy. This... this feeling was very close to malevolence, the same sort of feeling she got around the traitor, Gin. A cold that went right past physical and settled into your soul, with a taint that she couldn't place but which made her uncomfortable as all hell.

If Jack was trying to squick her with the blood play, he was going to have to try a lot harder. "Does it feel cold in here to you?"

[guardiangunman]

There would be one more set leading into the kitchen than into the parlour; Ricardo had been stuck there for the past hour or so. There were things here. Never mind the inexplicably well-stocked cupboards. Never mind the stew cooking unattended on the... well, it must be a stove, though it wasn't quite like any he'd encountered. No. These oddities could be overlooked. But the things...

He pushed a few more buttons on the metal box on the countertop. It emitted a few more high-pitched screeches. Nothing else happened, so he pressed 'start.' The glowing blue letters told him in near-illegible script 'PLEASE CLOSE DOOR', so he did. Then the whole thing whirred to life with a sound like a hive of hornets and a dirty yellow light flickering on the inside. Ricardo jerked back instinctively, but it didn't seem to be doing anything... he leaned closer and looked through the window. A glass plate turned round and round inside, and the illegible script counted down from 92:48.

92:48 until what? What could this contraption do, given all that

[zeninurface]

Jack whipped his head like a kid in a horror movie at the voice. The people here were coming out of the walls. They just kept popping up the way fruit flies did.

"Long enough to have a sandwich," he said after a moment and then looked over at the Tibetan monk in black. "Couldn't tell you about her though."

[bunny_is_better]

The string of beeps from the microwave had been starting to get on her nerves, truth be told, but Rukia was willing to let it slide in the interest of maybe learning more about this place. ...For now.

"Long enough to know we're not the only ones here, and that no one seems to be here by choice." She couldn't really speak for anyone else, since she'd only met the two people she was now talking to, but that seemed like a logical enough assessment.

Folding her arms, she sat back in the uncomfortable chair and frowned. "There's something about this place I really don't like. It feels like something here is watching me all the time, and whatever it is, it's making my skin crawl." Her frown turned into something closer to a scowl. "I shouldn't have to say that it's very uncomfortable, and that I wish it would lay off for a while."

[guardiangunman]

Long enough to have a sandwich? What was that-- some kind of attempt at humour? Regardless, the girl's comment was interesting. He'd also felt watched since he arrived. He had figured it as paranoia. It wasn't unreasonable to be a bit on edge in this situation, after all.

"Considering the context, someone probably is watching us."Someone, not something. Ricardo refused to attribute this to some inexplicable force. He slipped inside and leaned against the china cabinet. "If it isn't our kidnapper then it's the other prisoners. It's getting more and more crowded."