to lose all my senses —

[happyheartsstaff]

THAT IS JUST SO TYPICALLY ME

It's not clear how many days it's been since you arrived in Wonderland. With it stuck in perpetual twilight, it could have been days, perhaps longer — everything starts to blur together, in this artificially joyful place. Maybe you've started to feel like you you're getting used to it, maybe not...

But eventually, something happens to break the monotony. Your ears begin to ring, and ring, and ring and then — stop. The lights become blinding, forcing you to squeeze your eyes shut and try to rub the afterimage of all that light from them — but when you open your eyes, you still can't see.

The staff don't understand when you ask them what's happened to you. "You've always been like this", they insist. They sign at you, or try to hand you papers written in braille — if you insist you've never signed in your life, or that you can't read braille, they laugh at your funny joke. You begin to wonder — have you always been this way? You were so sure... But everyone around you is equally sure of their truth, and their voices are so much louder.

As if that weren't enough, nothing in the hotel can be found in the same place twice. All the shops keep switching places, once you enter one area it's as though everything shifts in the minutes before you leave again. Getting back to your room is a struggle — where are the elevators? Finding food is nearly impossible — the Pig & Pepper was there, but now it's not. The staff are equally useless here — they have no idea what you mean about moving shops. Where would you want to move to when all your needs are accounted for right here?

What is going on?

SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL — 5/11

The day starts like any other has in the Hotel — unsure if a new day has started at all. Perpetual twilight and lack of clocks makes it difficult to tell time here in the Hotel, but on this particular day, something breaks up the monotony. It begins slowly — or else it happens all at once. Over the course of the day, all Oysters find themselves losing a sense. Staff don't understand their complaints — you've always been like this, they say, gentle, as though to a person in the middle of a break with reality.

Losing your temper won't help, either. Oysters who shout and yell will find staff remaining frustrating calm and compassionate, insisting that they cannot fix what has always been and murmuring about Mad March before taking their leave. Physical aggression may result in a spike of fear, but staff will quickly make their exit and may avoid that Oyster for a while.

If that wasn't enough, nothing in the Hotel is staying put.

IT'S LIKE A MAZE IN HERE — 5/11

The interior of the Hotel has ceased to remain stationary. Beginning at the same time as the loss of senses, the establishments of the Hotel begin to jump around, never staying in the same place twice. An Oyster may have entered the Pool of Tears from the lobby, but exit it into the middle of the casino. The Pig & Pepper Buffet is never in the same place twice, and always seems to move right when Oysters desperately need a meal.

Even as the old shops move, new establishments seem to be being added, but they aren't easy to find — Oysters will see a new sign across the building from where they are, only to see it's moved again by the time they get there. If you take your eyes off an establishment as you head toward it, it disappears and reappears elsewhere. Making it to the new establishments will take some time and dedication (or perhaps plain stubbornness), but there are rewards in it for any Oyster that can manage the feat!

Back To Rights — 5/15

A few days after the effects of the event begin, they just as suddenly end. Sight, hearing, speech — they all return in a rush, possibly overwhelmingly so, and when one tries to make their way to a shop, it stays exactly where it was when they first saw it, and they exit the exact same place they entered. Staff will react much the same way as they did when they were questioned after the loss of senses — you've always been like this.

You made it through, Oysters. You've completed your first event in the Hotel.

We hope you enjoy this first event, Oysters! If you have any questions, please leave them on the first comment to this page. Happy playing!

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Comments

[beepbeepboy]

[ Richie doesn't do well with surprises. Despite his class-clown reputation, he always did his best to keep one step ahead of everyone so he would never be caught off guard. Turns out that not being able to see anything makes for a hell of a lot of surprises.

He's just beginning to slip into full-on panic mode when he hears a voice to his... right? He thinks it's his right, at least, but he's already dizzy from the lack of visual orientation. ]

Hello? I can't see shit, dude, where are you?

[ He reaches out blindly (hah) and waves a hand around in what happens to be Sam's general direction, then takes a step forward - only to end up smacking the poor guy in the face. ]

Fuck sorry --

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ All right, he got a yes - or at least close to a yes, considering the guy responded, even if Sam can't quite make out what it is.

He's pulling out his Empathy to see if he can figure out how to make it translate voice into text for him, when - shit, yeah, that's a hand in his face.

Sam lets out a huff that's somewhere between a noise of surprise and a chuckle. Which, well. It sure as hell ain't funny, but sometimes that's all you got in the face of what the hell.

At least sorry is easy enough to pick up from trying to read the guy's lips. ]

It's okay, man, no harm done. I'm guessing you can't see - this just happen to you?

[ Which is something that the guy could've just said, for all Sam knows, but he doesn't want to assume. ]

sorry for the slowness! ><

[beepbeepboy]

[ How blind people deal with life is a complete mystery to Richie, one he's actively trying to figure out now that he's found himself in their shoes. It's not just that he can't see where things are; he can't even tell where his own body begins and ends. His hands feel like they're a million miles away from his shoulders, and his feet have taken to tripping over themselves every few steps.

So, to avoid smacking this person around any more, Richie crosses his arms in front of him and does his best to stand still. It's easier to figure out where the other guy is just by listening to him, and Richie's head tilts in the direction of his voice, his eyebrows knitting together. ]

Yeah, I can't - I just woke up and everything was white. What the fuck's going on? This place is already weird enough, for fuck's sake --

no problem!!

[sizeofyourbaggage]

[ Sam tries to follow along as best as he can reading the guy's lips, but he's by no means an expert, and he can't catch all of that.

He makes a face at himself, then goes back to fiddling with his Empathy. ]

Hang on, let me - [ Voice to text, there we go, and he's just going to hold it up between them so it can catch the other's voice. ]

Same thing happened to me, except I can't hear a damn thing. The staff keep saying nothing's happened.