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15corpses2023-05-10 04:41 pm
strangerpeople) wrote in 15corpses2023-05-10 04:41 pm
at once short of life, and long of sorrow.
[You are dead.
Well, obviously. You remember how you died. It was...not fun, to say the least. But hey, at least you're off that ship, right?
Except...you don't know exactly where you are now. It seems like a house, but if it is, it's...a work in progress. Most of the rooms are empty, and your steps echo up through the marble columns and down faint mosaics on the tiled floor. The few windows you find have a green light gleaming through them; you can't really see anything beyond the eerie light.
It feels like you're in a temple of some kind. The columns and mosaics seem to indicate it is something like that-it's certainly reminiscent of something out of an ancient culture, perhaps even one you're familiar with. For some reason, though, it's clear someone-or something-lives here. One of the rooms to the south is stuffed with pizza boxes. Another, larger room has a makeshift futon in one of the corners. There are imprints of multiple footsteps all through the dusty floors as you look around, many of them leading to a small alcove to the west. And-
and there's a giant van. Just. hanging out there. Completely out of place with the seemingly ancient decor. And inside, there is the sound of light snoring.
Ok then. You're apparently not alone in death, after all.]
((OoC: Map for reference.))
Well, obviously. You remember how you died. It was...not fun, to say the least. But hey, at least you're off that ship, right?
Except...you don't know exactly where you are now. It seems like a house, but if it is, it's...a work in progress. Most of the rooms are empty, and your steps echo up through the marble columns and down faint mosaics on the tiled floor. The few windows you find have a green light gleaming through them; you can't really see anything beyond the eerie light.
It feels like you're in a temple of some kind. The columns and mosaics seem to indicate it is something like that-it's certainly reminiscent of something out of an ancient culture, perhaps even one you're familiar with. For some reason, though, it's clear someone-or something-lives here. One of the rooms to the south is stuffed with pizza boxes. Another, larger room has a makeshift futon in one of the corners. There are imprints of multiple footsteps all through the dusty floors as you look around, many of them leading to a small alcove to the west. And-
and there's a giant van. Just. hanging out there. Completely out of place with the seemingly ancient decor. And inside, there is the sound of light snoring.
Ok then. You're apparently not alone in death, after all.]
((OoC: Map for reference.))
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Hmmm...]
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Is he?
Yes, he's eating it. ]
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............................
AND THEN HE JUST QUICKLY MAKES A PORTAL AND BOOKS THROUGH IT]
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What now, Grandpa?
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[He can't do it. He can no longer keep his mouth shut.]
For the love of god or the devil, whichever - why on earth are you so preoccupied with me in particular?! Certainly I cannot be so interesting?
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[ Still chewing on that slice. ]
But it's better than torturing my brother for the umpteenth time.
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[He sighs.]
Fine, fine. I'll have a drink, but none of the booze. I'd like to keep a clear mind, and Beer is hardly my drink of choice.
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[ Dante cheers up immensely, though. ]
Sweet!
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But he goes and returns to the sign, grabbing a pop and sliding to sit on the floor because fuck it, he'll pay with back pain later.]
Well? Are you just going to watch me drink, or will you torment me some more?
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Play a game with me, old man!
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Firstly, it had better not be spin the bottle, or I will find a way to murder you for a second time - mark my words.
Secondly, Old man? You only look a few years my younger!
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Oooold maaaan.
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Moriarty barely resists the urge to punch him. No, he is a gentleman, no matter how much this scruffy unwashed man is testing his patience.
His lower eyelid twitches.]
If I am an old man, then you are an immature child.
[....Moriarty that's basically just 'I know you are but what am I' as a comeback]
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[ Dante can! ]
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[Like. Even for a half-demon, that can't be healthy? Sips his soda, then...sighs, setting it down and holding out his hand.]
Give me one of the blasted beers before you drink it all.
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[ Dante squints an eye, considers, then shrugs and hands one over. ]
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[He takes it, opening it, drinking deep, and giving a slight face at that it's warm. Dante have some goddamn class!!]
So? What was the prize for all of this? Being as it seems I am the only one humoring you today.
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How about that?
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[NO, SERIOUSLY. They have a big hall with one futon, Dante.]
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[ Dante has a room! ]
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...No. No, it has not. All we have available to us is a single futon in the corner of one room.
[Patience, Moriarty. Eyes on the prize.]
Therefore, just tell me what it is you were planning to offer as a prize for your little competition.
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Use of my room for one night!
[ Cheery. ]
I've got a great bed!
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Your room.
[Thinks about how casually he ate a pizza out of the hell room.
Remembers seeing some sort of blanket for a moment over the mounds of boxes.
Connects the dots.
Oh God.]
...It would not be a makeshift bed upon used pizza boxes, would it?
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....but yes, there's lots of pizza boxes.
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