Mini-Scene: Come play with us...

[zipp]

You ran through the same door as the others, but you don't find yourself amongst them after passing through. Instead, you are in a purely white room with a table laid out for tea and three guests. There is a single door, the one which you came through.

Two girls sit at the table, smiling at you. They are instantly recognizable as the girls who cut your rope earlier this very day.

"Hello," one of them says. "We're so glad you could make it.

"We were afraid no one would find us," the other one says.

"But now you're here, we can play."

"We were hoping more could come."

"Yes. It will probably get very lonely for you."

"But try not to get scared. Even when you're being murdered."

"Especially when you're being murdered. That would ruin the fun."

"We made the walls white so you could see the patterns your blood will make."

"That's the best part."

The girls smile at you. Their teeth are stained dark red. The fronts of their white dresses are slowly turning red from some wound that you cannot see.

[Dirac Sil]

Ok, I'll post as much as I can to give you stuff to work with, each section only follows on if the previous section does not work.

Meldorac nods slowly to the girls, not really taking them on. Clearly something is influencing his mind. "I'm not seeing what you are seeing," he says loudly, "can someone...slap me or something..." There is no answering whisper in his mind, no blur as if this were a dream. He slowly draws his dagger and cuts his off-hand. If feels very real. He draws his sleeve back, but realises he has no wish to cut the words 'HELP ME' on his arm.

If no response would be illicited from say Gregor (Assuming he might be the only person 'awake' with his high mental score...)


Meldora knows this place is strange, and knows something cut his rope. Could it really be? Meldorac thought Aram mad describing the screaming girl, but could it be true? Perhaps they will be angry being ignored.

"Sorry girls, perhaps my friends are behind the door. I shall go check."

[zipp]

The girls allowed Meldorac to leave through the door. Going through, he found himself in another maddeningly white room, with no windows or furniture. Just more doors, one on each of the four walls. Sighing, Meldorac opened the door behind him again to see if he could barter with the girls, but it no longer led to the "tea-room." Instead it opened onto a brick wall... white brick, of course.

His hand was still bleeding where he had cut it. It provided the only change in the whiteness around him, leaving a thin trail on the ground.

"We told you, the red is prettiest in here." Meldorac spun around to see one of the girls standing in the room with him. She looked worse then before. Her night-dress was completely stained with red, and her face looked haggard. She was only half smiling now, and it looked more like a grimace of pain. Her whole body looked stretched and she looked to be much older: an ancient woman trapped in young girl's form, and not fitting it well.

Meldorac smiled what he hoped was a reassuring smile, and haunched slightly to be on a better level with the little girl.

"I'm not sure how much fun I would be, I'm afraid, but some of my friends now...I would enjoy a game with you if they got to play instead...

"There's a funny man in plain robes who claims the moon god favours him, but the moon god would not care if you slices him to pretty ribbons. He has a pouch with many herbs, and if we made him eat them he would turn so many beautiful colours for you first - blues and green and reds - with so much screaming..."

"And the knight, he's half mad already." Meldorac used his dagger point to do a little illustrative twist for insanity. Meldorac actually put the point to his temple and inflicted some slow pain, drawing a point of blood. It was the only way to keep himself focused and in control as he feels the terror of the situation. "Think of the fun we could have making him more and more insane until he is crying at the shapes in his brain." Meldorac hoped this was not an accurate description of himself. Meldorac also hoped his words would not be audible in the real world if that were the case. "Meanwhile, you with your knife and I with mine, we could have fun slowly peeling him out of his tin can body, and I could teach you how to spray hs blood on the walls to form your own names. Would you like that?

"What are your names? There is so much I would like to know from you, and I could teach you so many fun games to play on all my friends while we talk..."

The girl seemed taken aback by this response, but a change started to come over her. She was looking younger and sweeter again. Meldorac felt something snap somewhere in his mind, but he ignored it. He wasn't going to be stuck in the mad playhouse, not if he could weasel his way out of it.

The girl was watching him with her lips half parted. Though she could only be nine at the oldest, there was something so womanly about her eyes that Meldorac found himself evaluating her in a disturbing manner, the way he might look at a pretty woman passing him on the street. He tried to shake the emotion, but he couldn't forget that somehow this little girl had managed to arouse him.

"We had such fun planned, but your plan sounds even more fun," she said. "Though I'm not sure how Reilly will take it. She had it all figured out, you see. And Thanh has been ever so lonely."

At that the brick wall behind Meldorac disappeared and he heard a choked scream. He leaped forward just as hands closed on his cloak. With a tearing sound, he escaped. Looking back, he saw a scrap of his shirt in the hands of a monstrosity. Though surely it had once been human, the creature straining to reach him now had been tortured beyond recognition. It stood naked on two strong legs, but its body had been burnt horribly, and its waist, torso, and genitalia seemed atrophied and shrunken. The over-large head lolled on a tiny neck, gasping for breath. The face... Meldorac got a quick glimpse of empty eye sockets and a gaping hole where there should've been lips. He didn't look again.

The creature was chained to something beyond his vision. Next to him, the little girl laughed.

"Thanh used to be such a good friend. But he's lost what I need. You have it, though. You and your friends. We need them to come play with us. I'll tell you when and what to do. If you help me, I'll keep you from my sister and her pet. But hesitate, and I'll throw you to the dogs."

At that, the little girl bends and kissed Meldorac full on the mouth, greedily. When she rose up, he felt numb, as if his whole body had turned heavy. He was having trouble thinking about what he'd seen or what had happened. But he remembered his deal, all too well.

Looking around, he saw he was no longer in the white room. This was another place all-together, some hallway. Near him was a small stand with a candle. He never thought he'd be so happy to see furniture.

"Your friends are that way," the girl said, pointing to a door at the end of the hall. "Watch out for my sister."

With that, she disappeared

Take 5 stress points. This seals the deal with the girl. She will need sanity to feed off of. Keep an eye out for her and make your decisions when you see her and hear her propositions. Keep in mind she is a twin, and apparently not in league with the other. Be careful.

Oh, and when you go through the door, you'll find yourself back with the companions in the scene.

[Dirac Sil]

Meldorac shakes, still feeling the numbing kiss and wondering if he has sealed a worse deal than the one with the guild that led him to this hell-hole.

He remembers the old girl ragged and gripped, and somehow Meldorac made her young again. perhaps the twins and the horror were dying, and he had manged t give them new life...

Bah, foolish thoughts and suppositions, the reality - for want of a better word - was that Meldorac had manged to acquire the means to rid himself of the fools in his way, and gained some protection in this madness.

The man smiled at his cunning, but somehow found himself shaking, unable to walk towards the doorway as indicated where the rest of the group would be. He stood brushing his fingers to his lips, until some taste distracted him.

He realised his hand was still bloody, and for some reason the boody dagger he held fet accusatory. Meldorac cleaned it off as best he could wth shakng hands, and ripped a small piece of shredded cloak to bind his hand.

The noise of ripping his cloak, and the and reminder of the torn cloak itself made Meldorac more nervous of staying than of going.

He gave a quivering smile to himself, forcing himself to imagine Owain dying while Meldorac walked away. Meldrac alost laughed, and choked it down. He headed for the indicated door.

Scary scene! who says evil and betrayal don't have their uses though

I assume I can join the group now?

[zipp]

Yessir, you viper in their midsts.

[Dirac Sil]

Re-read the post above and noticed you said that - viper dispatched, sanity updated, dagger-point sharpened and waiting to be used

No idea how to enter the scene and keep the previous tone f their stuff, so didn't even try - to Meldorac he's been in a normal hall, and the scary has gone!

[zipp]

It will be back shortly.