game post: haunted milliways

[tantric_slacker]

It's not unusual at Milliways-- quite the opposite, in fact-- to find familiar doorways taking you somewhere you didn't expect to go. It's not unusual to find a staircase moving while you climb it, or sometimes spiraling but other times straight. It's not unusual to pass through strange curlicues of hallway just to get to the library.

But it is

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[balancingminds]

Since talking with Matt, Charles has been watching his mental walls and carefully putting on his silver cufflinks.

When he starts to get lost, he sighs and stands in the middle of the hallway as he considers the best way to find his door.

If he opens his mind slightly he'll be able to recognize where he is but that could be dangerous.

[tantric_slacker]

It's a funny thing about this hallway.

It started off so cheerful.

Do the lightbulbs need replacing?

[balancingminds]

He's fairly sure that the lightbulbs shouldn't be dimming with that and he sends out a mental probe to see if there's anyone nearby.

[tantric_slacker]

There is a sense of something, but it's dark and slippery as a fish.

rising.

The ceiling over Charles' head seems to be

[balancingminds]

Charles focuses on that sense of something and eyes the ceiling, but he's going to find out what's going on and get to his room.

[tantric_slacker]

The darkness slips away.

Meanwhile, the ceiling continues to arch upwards. After a few moments, the ceiling itself-- the topmost point-- vanishes into shadow.

[balancingminds]

He curses and looks up muttering,

"That's not right. A building can't do that."

[tantric_slacker]

From somewhere-- it sounds as if it may be behind him-- there is a sound like the rustle of dead leaves.

[balancingminds]

Before he turns, Charles has a mental look behind him and takes his time turning.

Whatever is here wants to scare him and he won't let his uncertainty show through.

[tantric_slacker]

There is nothing in the hall.

Nothing whatsoever.

It's only very dark, and very, very quiet.

[balancingminds]

The quiet is the most unsettling part, there should be people behind the doors and Charles extends his mental net. There's no way that he's alone up here.

[tantric_slacker]

There are certainly other people, but there's something ... strangely distorted about the way they register. As if they were curving away, hard to pin down.

Down the wide hall, that same dead-leaf rustle starts up again.

[balancingminds]

Charles closes his eyes to focus on the minds, reaching out and testing to find why things are changing.

[tantric_slacker]

He will likely find the answers unsatisfying.

Somebody's nosy.

[balancingminds]

"Who's there? I know I'm not alone,"

Nosiness is beside the point when the corridors are changing.

[tantric_slacker]

Well, you're a smart one, aren't you.

The voice itself is a sibilant whisper; it seems to have multiple possible points of origin, bouncing haphazardly off the haphazardly arranged walls.

Wanna guess my name?