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happyheartsstaff) wrote in angryhearts2020-05-11 03:11 pm
to lose all my senses —
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.
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!
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.
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!
© tessisamess
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Eddie Kaspbrak • ota
it's like a maze in here
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sorry for the kind of awful tag, I'm slowly getting back into the groove >< ♥
oh gosh, don't even worry about it ♥
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Crowley ⛧ 3 open prompts +1 for Aziraphale
I. SEE NO EVIL, HEAR NO EVIL, STILL DEFINITELY EVIL [Open]
Crowley should have expected it. Oh, not to lose his hearing exactly, there was no way he could have predicted that; he's not some 17th century madwoman in a cottage with too much time on her hands. But the concept behind it. He was very familiar with power-plays, having had to make a few of his own just to remain relevant enough in the Lower-Downs' eyes and not be as disposable as poor bloody Eric. This was, as far as he could tell, a power play. It sent a message - we can do whatever we like with you, make you as powerless as we need, so play nice.
Crowley scowled when he tried to get any kind of answer out of an employee who just signed at him that he had always been like this.
"We've never met before," he said a little too loudly. "How could you possibly know...?"
The employee looked bewildered for a moment before signing that of course they'd met, Crowley's been here ages.
Crowley nodded, as though to agree, or at least cut the conversation short because really, he just didn't want to deal with hitting his head against a brick wall. He couldn't exactly miracle the hapless human into a tank full of hungry sharks either, much as he'd like to.
Grumbling about wanting a drink, Crowley catches the employees lips moving out the corner of his eyes. Mad Marsh he thought, or more likely, Mad March if the Wonderland theme held. Really, when he got back, he was going to take every copy of Alice in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass and - well, didn't know precisely what he'd do, it would definitely be something Aziraphale would deeply disapprove of.
For now though, he very nearly gave in to the temptation of getting a drink before remembering what a monumentally foolish thing that would be to do, and instead decided to check in with the other newcomers.
"Oi, mate," he called to someone else walking around without shoes, "Missing one of your senses too?"
II. MAZES AND MONSTERS [Open]
There are some people who would say Crowley has been lost since the day he questioned God's divine plan and took a long plunge into a quick sulfur bath for his trouble. These are also the kinds of people who suddenly discover their shoelaces have quite miraculously fused together once they've managed to pick themselves up off the linoleum.
Not that Crowley could do that here. No miracles for starters. No shoelaces either.
The point, however, is that Crowley isn't the sort to feel lost. Not like this anyway. Not like he's stuck in a strange place where the architecture keeps moving and shifting and changing.
He frowns as he glances over his shoulder at the door he just came from. It's gone, replaced by a long stretch of blank wall.
"Oh that's weird," he says, raising his sunglasses as if that would let him suss out the trick. "That's very, very weird. Don't like that at all."
He paces the length of the wall, patting it down. And then, glancing around surreptitiously (because there are rules in Hell about this and he's not entirely convinced they're not in some corner of it), he flicks his forked tongue, giving it a good lick.
III. BACK TO NOT-QUITE-RIGHTS [Open]
It starts with tinnitus and ends with a migraine, but at least he can hear again. Crowley can be found at the buffet, nursing his headache with a cup of hot water, honey and lemon, while pawing at the snake tattoo on his temple and looking quite wretched. Well, he's a demon, he's rather supposed to look as such, but Crowley isn't one to play into stereotypes.
SPA DAY [FOR AZIRAPHALE]
"Angel!"
After hours of searching he was able to finally find Aziraphale's door. It's been bothering him that he can't just hone in on Aziraphale's location like a rather particularly tuned carrier pigeon, but that's the least of his worries.
"Aziraphale, can you hear me?! For Satan's sake, open the door!"
He gives the handle an impatient rattle for good measure. Fuck, he misses just being able to go in and out the bookshop as he pleases; hotels with their autolocking doors are complete rubbish, how is he supposed to be a rather inconvenient nuisance to his best rival in the whole world now?
spa day spa day!
spa day is best day!
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Wei Wuxian (novel) | OTA & Closed to River for Option 2
Being blind doesn't bother him. Being blind in a place he has very little knowledge of and apparently likes to keep changing..slightly more aggravating. It happened to him suddenly and he barely had time to realize it was going before it was gone and he found himself on the floor. He's not a clumsy person but when your sight suddenly disappears, sometimes those tables are not where you remember them being.
So now he is very cautiously making his way through the building, one hand running along the wall in an attempt to stay in a straight line. He's trying to make sure he doesn't run into any more things since that bruise on his knee from falling still throbs a little.
"Inconvenient but not that hard to deal with.." Now if only he can feel his way to the bar. Drinking is an activity he can figure out even without his sight.
2. It's like a maze in here - close to River
He suddenly realizes that getting around this place is probably better if you have a second pair of..well normally it would be eyes but even that doesn't seem completely plausible right about now. It took quite a bit of work to find the bar and even after carefully figuring out how many steps it took to get out of it..he still ended up in a different area completely then where he had intended. Something is definitely out of whack with this world right now.
As he turns to head back towards the bar, hoping to maybe start over and get it right this time, he accidentally runs into someone.
"Oh! Sorry about that. I'm having a few issues with seeing at the moment." Then he realized that this person might be one that can't hear and that could make this apology pointless.
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Richie Tozier | ota
The first time Richie opened his eyes in this place he couldn't figure out why It would suddenly turn that stupid wellhouse into some huge, sprawling hotel-casino-thing - much less why It would stick Richie in there alone, despite the fact that he and Eddie had opened the Not Scary At All door together. After he'd wandered around for a while, he figured It just wanted to make him more afraid, so he'd be more delicious or some shit like that.
Well, Richie Tozier was never one to play by the rules. So he put on a show of accepting things as they were, no matter how weird it was to have hotel staff roaming around and every single need being met, with or without him asking. There was food, he had a huge room, and everything seemed strangely... normal. Well, except the whole no shoes thing. It seemed like everyone working in this place had them, but none of the guests did.
Nonetheless, he kept up that outer appearance of nonchalance, doing his best to hide the fact that he was totally freaked out by the apparent passage of time despite the sky not changing. On this particular day, he'd woken up with a plan to explore the furthest reaches of the building, to see if he couldn't find a way back - but when he opened his eyes, the only thing he saw was white.
Initially he figured it was just post-sleep bleariness, or maybe even the beginnings of a migraine (although he'd never had one before and it'd be weird as hell to start now, but hey, serial killer clowns can do whatever, right?), but after grabbing for his glasses and stumbling out of bed, he realized it wasn't going away. Within five minutes he was out in the hall, yelling for help, his arms outstretched in a feeble attempt to find his way around. By the time he heard a voice he was in full-on panic mode, his heart racing and all sense of reason gone from his mind. He was so freaked out that he ended up grabbing the poor staff member and shaking them violently; when another, apparently more senior, staffperson came over, he punched them in what felt like the jaw.
They both left him alone after that, hurrying off with fierce whispers about someone named Mad March. Richie couldn't care less. Going blind had been his biggest fear since childhood, despite what he'd said about clowns, and now the two have come together in the worst way possible.
He continues down the hall, yelling for help, making a lot of noise and no doubt knocking a few paintings off the walls as he tries like hell to find someone.
IT'S LIKE A MAZE IN HERE [OPEN]
As if being completely blind isn't bad enough, the entire building seems to be in on some big joke. As soon as Richie finds an open space with a multitude of voices, he's told he's in the pool area, and also why is he so upset, he's just like he's always been? Frustrated with the unhelpful staff and not wanting to accidentally fall into the pool and drown, Richie makes his way out the door, in the direction he'd come. It should lead him back towards his room, but as soon as he steps through the doorway his ears are assaulted with the sounds of slot machines and people laughing.
Somehow, he's ended up in the casino - a place he knows isn't supposed to be here. He's spent enough time in the goddamn place to remember how to get there. Yet again, though, the staff tell him this is how things have always been. They ask him to sit down, suggest that he have a drink or two, but instead he shouts at them and ignores their now-familiar whispering, stomping off.
He keeps one had along the side of the room to make sure he doesn't bump into someone, and each time he reaches a doorway he goes through it. It's a half-baked plan that Eddie would no doubt tear apart in seconds as completely idiotic, but it's the best he can do at the moment.
After a good hour of wandering, he finally stops, feeling completely lost. He can't see, and the fear in his chest is making him nauseous. In a fit of sheer anger, he lets out a loud, angry scream, something that would be audible - and probably alarming - to anyone nearby.
BACK TO RIGHTS [OPEN]
Richie's grown so used to the white cloud obscuring his vision that he doesn't initially notice when it starts to fade away. He's still scared, but he's exhausted from all the yelling and panicking; in fact, he's so tired he's just sitting on the ground, his back up against a wall, trying not to give in to the torture he's being put through.
He blinks once, twice, and with each flutter of his eyelashes a little more colour appears in his field of view. When he realizes what's happening he lets out a gasp, then rubs at his face, accidentally pressing his sweaty palms all over his glasses because he'd completely forgotten they were still on his nose. Taking them off, he tries again, and when he removes his palms everything is back to normal.
Unlike his yells and screams from earlier, he's actually fairly quiet when he lets out a surprised sound, one that conveys his utter relief. He doesn't realize that he's tearing up; he's simply shocked that he can see again.
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sorry for taking so long ><
It's all good. Sorry I'm a bit slower than usual, as well. Been a rough week.
Mikumo Guynemer | OTA
[It's been maybe half an hour and Mikumo already hates this.
As feelings go, it's not one she's unused to. She's worked in a lot of terrible conditions on battlefields or behind enemy lines, she's been confronted with plenty of things that are wrong or confronting enough for her to hate them. But this? This is a new flavour. Having people lying to her face about things she knows aren't true (because when you've held a specific purpose your whole life that you were engineered for, it takes a little more than weasel words to make you question it) and acting like it's for her own good is truly an unpleasant novelty.
She manages to hold her composure until after maybe the third group of staff members she asks, only to get the exact same response. The identically written "you've always been like this", delivered with the same sappy smile, is enough to finally trump her general stage-suited manner and deliver a remark that might be toned perfectly politely and given with a smile, but isn't remotely nice.]
I appreciate you confirming you're a pack of useless sycophants, but I was looking for information I didn't already know.
[She turns on her heel...and practically walks into another oyster, whether they came to ask questions or blindly followed her voice or something else.]
Ah--my, I really am letting this get to me, aren't I? [She sounds almost amused, but there's a grit to her teeth and a line under her eyes that says she's really not enjoying this experience.]
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[b: like a maze]
[On one hand, Mikumo can see where she's going, which she considers lucky compared to some. On the other, it doesn't stop doors from ceasing to be where they were a moment ago and things rearranging themselves the moment she turns her back. It's getting incredibly annoying, and she's having trouble even finding other people with things as chaotic as they are.
So she tries something else. Even if she can't hear right now, she still has her voice, and it's not as if it's hard to tell whether she's singing loudly enough for someone else to hear just by how much she's putting into it.
Those who've retained their hearing but lost their sight might hear a guiding "beacon" in the form of the first few lines of a song. It's acapella, but Mikumo is still perfectly on-key - she was literally engineered to sing, and lacking her hearing can only do so much to make it harder for her.]
If you've managed to glimpse that blip in the sky...if you've managed to hear my shaking voice...
[The words start off slowly, but pick up a faster beat quickly, speaking of nostalgia stained by combat and standing for something regardless of the danger. It's honestly kind of cathartic to sing even if she herself isn't hearing it - she can still feel it in her throat, and she'll keep singing for as long as it takes for someone to follow it to her location.]
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[c: we're all mad here (closed to lan wangji)]
[The feeling of doing nothing in uncertain times has never sat right at all with Mikumo, one of those other things that was a very intentional factor wrapped into her when she was created. So once she gets more used to the fact that she's missing her hearing for the moment, she starts experimenting a little with the doors. Seeing if she can mark locations, seeing if there's any pattern or consistency to where one door will lead or where a particular establishment will end up. It's not bearing much in the way of fruit, but exploring this place feels better than doing nothing at all.
She steps through the door from the casino - and stops an inch short of walking into the back of an unfamiliar man when she's spat out another door in an entirely different part of the hotel.]
Not again. [A somewhat terse sigh as she steps to one side, observing this new face and quickly pulling her Empathy from her pocket to tap out a message, one that she holds up to show him at the same time she speaks the written words out loud to cover her bases.]
Which sense are you missing?
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[d: wildcard]
[[Also open to alternate spins on these prompts or aftermath/"back to rights" stuff, just hit me up at
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I figure we can let the TDM thread go if that's okay?
that's fine by me!
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Sam Wilson | MCU | ota + closed prompts
CLOSED | FOR MIKUMO GUYNEMER
CLOSED | FOR RICHIE TOZIER
CLOSED | FOR WEI WUXIAN (drama)
WILDCARD
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sorry for the slowness! ><
no problem!!
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Lan Wangji (novel) | OTA
The layout of the hotel's shops and rooms switch places. The hotel becomes a maze, a labyrinth of doors, rooms, and halls. The staff ignored him and told him that it's normal for him to be a mute, which is untrue, he just lost his voice without sudden cause. Lan Wangji wanders from floor to floor. Searching for answers and exploring, and keep a note of the floors and doors where they should be and should not.
He has seen the other residents are struggling with the same issue, of their senses being blocked, but he found they're either blind, deaf, or mute and without his voice, communication is an obstacle.
For those who are deaf and can read, when asked what sense he lost, he puts on Empathy and types:
I lost my voice.
For those who are blind, and can't see, he will attempt to guide them in the right direction to assist them out of danger.
II. Back to the rights
A few days later by the end of the week, his voice returns back and he is able to speak again. The shops and rooms return back to their original places, back to normal the way he remembers it. After asking the staff questions, their answer is the same. "It's always been like this."
A puzzlement by itself, Lan Wangji is more bewildered. Because he's pretty sure, he has never been like this and the whole experience isn't a figment of his imagination.
With a puzzled expression and heaving a sigh at the entire ordeal and with a shrug of his shoulders. "Well, nevermind." He said.
III. Wildcard
[Make up your own starters basing on the scenarios above. Meet up with him during exploring in the discovered rooms. hmu here for plotting or questions!]
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Sessyoin Kiara | open
[When the world goes silent, there's a confused look on Kiara's face. She doesn't freak out, she doesn't yell, she mostly keeps her composure, aside from raising a brief eyebrow at the sudden quiet. It's not the worst she's been through, not by a long shot, but it's still incredibly strange.
What does strike her as strange, and gets a frown to appear on her face is the staff insisting that she's always been like this. She knows that's not right, wondering why they would try such a thing. It's not particularly enjoyable and seems a bit strange to happen after that introduction from the Queen.
Still, she figures she can make the most of this. Just because she can't hear and doesn't have any better idea what's going on than anyone else doesn't mean she can't try and make the most of this confusion. After all, despite being at a disadvantage, it's still her duty to help people, so she'll try and assist, asking people either aloud if they need help or via the text on the Empathy. She'll try and make it clear that she can't hear them, but there's bound to be some sort of misunderstandings here and there.]
[B – It's Like a Maze In Here]
[In the middle of that mess, she'll spy something peculiar. A strange sign, not for one of the places in the hotel she's been to. Maybe it has something to do with their current predicament? Or maybe it's just a wild goose chase, she's really not sure since the thing seems to move every time she gets to it. Then again, nothing is really staying still around here anymore, so she supposes she shouldn't be too annoyed at this one.]
Still, it's rather frustrating.
[She'll just take a moment to collect herself and smooth out her robe a little while she tries to see where the sign went. She might not be able to hear her attempts at keeping her cool, but it's force of habit (one more strike against the staff for saying she's always been like this).]
Please tell me you've noticed it too.
[She'll turn to ask whoever's around. If they've lost their vision, she'll speak. If they've lost their hearing, she'll try to text. Hopefully one of those works.]
I'm sure what this Rabbit Hole is, but I haven't seen anything besides the sign yet. Have you?
{OOC: She'll be finding the place with Miguel, but other characters are welcome to help her search for a while.}
[C – Back to Rights]
[After all that, Kiara can be found in the lobby, adjusting to having her hearing back. She's still got the same serene expression as always, but her fingers are clenched against the armrests of the chair she's sitting on. She'll be fine soon enough, but it's still all a bit much. Still, she figures this is a better middle ground than the silence of her room or the din of the casino.]
I suppose I was wrong and the teas weren't the worst to worry about.
[Her expression shifts into a more melancholy one. She can admit she thought wrong there. She's only human after all, so mistakes are to be expected. Still, she hopes this isn't going to be a common occurrence around here. Or at least that it's done in a way she finds more enjoyable next time.]
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