[ GM ORP ] The Cabin (WRAPUP P 23!)

[shyanimegrl]

"Are we dreaming the same dream?" Y1 reaper sorceress Paely asked after spotting and while approaching her friend Noelle.

"Uncommonly perhaps or this may likely also be quite a realistic assembly of our unconscious in our sleep," Noelle rambled her reply while curiously surveying the surroundings with a scanning gaze that drifted on from momentarily pausing at her own friend sighting of Paely. However, with what was then now up at happening next apparently, it is seeming like all this unexpectedness was just getting started. Memories, memories were next and she hadn't signed up to go walking down a lane of memories but somehow here she was.

Sadness, Paely recalled her mother leaving shortly after the fire that burned down the home she'd known since she was little.

Frustration, this feeling as well visited her again. Questions returned. Why did her mother just disappear with one written sentence without explaining why she was leaving with her nth boyfriend? Is her mother happy? Will she see her mother again someday?

Responsibility; Paely realized her aunt, her mother's sister and almost twin, was finding it challenging to keep running the family business passed down to the eldest child. Paely decided she would try to help as much as she could manage.

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gaia_star NAME OF MY CHARACTER: Paely
FACTION: Halloween
SUBFACTION: Reaper
LINK TO DORM THREAD: /will edit after set up; accepted enrollment for now/

 

[Zoobey]

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exclaim [ THE NEXT PROMPT WILL BE NOVEMBER 5TH @ 12:00AM PST ] exclaim

gaia_crown [ IF YOU MISSED THE INTRO POST ] No worries! You can either go back and fill out the first post OR just continue from this point onwards if you're not too worried about missing out on rp points!

gaia_crown To get continue, simply read the prompt below and reply to it!. There are a few CYOA choices, so pick the gaia_crown [ CHOICE ] that is relevant to your character and move on.

gaia_crown Don't forget to post this at the bottom of your OOC post (please note it has been revised for the sake of this ORP!)

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[spoiler]:star: [b]NAME OF MY CHARACTER:[/b]
[b]WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE:[/b] Brief description of what they look like [/size][/quote]

As the memory fades, the second door remains. Is it your imagination or does it seem much larger now?

gaia_crown [ It is larger ]

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And much more intimidating. You feel a little threatened by its presence though you cannot figure out why.

gaia_crown [ Actually, it is smaller.]

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And shrinking by the moment until the door is no larger than your foot. Is this even a door at all?

The space lights up around you - large wooden beams crisscross haphazardly all directions above you, many of them segmented, twisted off. There are windows, to the left and to the right and they grow simultaneously larger and smaller the more you look at them, continuously fluctuating in size like a heartbeat. Large old wooden planks make up the walls, cross into floors, and create the illusion of a house. A cabin, of sorts, less cozy, more spacious. There are no rooms, but there is that door.

The last word it says feels like an image you should have known but not quite. Something you've forgotten that felt quite important. Names are important, possessions are important, love is important.

You subconsciously think of those three things, and pick one of the three as the priority.

gaia_crown [ Your name: ]

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That's odd.

You're pretty sure you had a name. It's right on the tip of your tongue and it is- it is-

gaia_crown [ Your possessions: ]

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You've collected many things in your life and the most important thing was-

- Was it really that important if you don't remember?

gaia_crown [ Those you love: ]

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You can hear them, their voices, see their faces, you feel something stir, an emotion-

- And then it's all gone.

All of it is gone. Or perhaps, it was never there. No, you're positive, for sure, absolutely sure, that you had to have had any of the three: a name, possessions, something, someone, you loved. You're sure you had an identity, you're sure you had-



Memories.




As if trying to help out, long tendrils, like shadow arms, extend from under the locked door. They don't seem threatening, and move slowly, gathering unusual crystal fragments from across the floor. You don't remember seeing these fragments or how it got there, but now you are mesmerized by it. The hundreds, thousands of tendrils scoop up a fragment each, just one, and hold them, suspended, waiting for you, inviting you. You are drawn to them. Drawn to your memories.

It's a little frustrating, and you're only able to grasp two- at the most three fragments before the tendrils suddenly withdraw back to the door.

You can't make heads or tails out of what it's talking about though you do feel it, a sense of trepidation. All the faces in this cabin, in this room, all those unfamiliar faces, seem to notice it too.

And in those faces one of those eyes, those many eyes - one of them - just briefly - seem to glisten maliciously.

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gaia_crown [ RETRIEVING YOUR MEMORIES AND ASSIGNING YOUR CHARACTER A NAME ]

The most important thing of course, is to get your character a name again. While they may have forgotten their memories of who they are, they are still capable of talking, fighting, etc etc. If your character has an artifact, it is now disabled, if they have a weapon, their weapon has fallen into a deep slumber.

• gaia_star [ STEP 1: RETRIEVE SOME MEMORIES:
  When you make a post, roll a random number between 1 - 30. Now, look at the spoiler list and CONTROL + F the username of that person + the page number. Pick ONE of the three memories the username wrote, your character now thinks that memory is theirs. They have nothing else to work off of but that snippet, and however they interpret it.
  
  If that person has more than one character, pick any of their characters THAT ARE MAKING MEMORY POSTS. Do this 2-3 times (it'll have to be in separate posts)! If you absolutely ABSOLUTELY cannot work with that person's memory, you may reroll. If you roll yourself, congrats, though it's definitely more fun with other peoples' memories!
  
  
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  1. _ p a o cx (PAGE 1 Rhys, PAGE 2 Gabby)
  2. Aria Starstone (PAGE 1 Seren, PAGE 3 Tanita)
  3. Hitsuzen (PAGE 1 Yuki)
  4. PyroGoth (PAGE 1 Toki)
  5. Huni Pi (PAGE 1 Joy)
  6. Steal (PAGE 1 Kim)
  7. Poke Mattix (PAGE 1 Jason)
  8. Grifferie (PAGE 1 Sherry, Steve)
  9. Baneful (PAGE 1 Lawr, PAGE 2 Zar)
  10. IloveyouDIE (PAGE 1 Chris)
  11. Smerdle (PAGE 1 Beka, PAGE 2 Carrol)
  
  12. Meegane (PAGE 2 Shu)
  13. Carhop Cavalier (PAGE 2 Lex, PAGE 3 Dirge)
  14. Toshihiko Two (PAGE 2 Barth, Rodney)
  15. and be blue (PAGE 2 Ever, PAGE 3 Vash)
  16. Beejoux (PAGE 2 Soleil, PAGE 3 Henry)
  17. deathxbyxlovex (PAGE 2 Sia)
  18. Miliardo Kason (PAGE 2 Ro, PAGE 3 Sammy)
  19. Nuxaz (PAGE 2 Zane)
  
  20. Kuropeco (PAGE 3 November, October)
  21. Grey Dragon (PAGE 3 Oliver)
  22. Nessihime (PAGE 3 Kade)
  23. stella cinere (PAGE 3 Sidney, Matt)
  24. Saliru (PAGE 3 Melody, PAGE 4 Al)
  
  25. Moonkitsune (PAGE 4 Mara, Melvin)
  26. iStoleYurVamps (PAGE 4 Elio, Lure)
  27. baby_gwing (PAGE 4 Kyle)
  
  28. shyanimegirl (PAGE 5 Paely)
  
  29. Molten Tigrex (PAGE 9 Lucky)
  30. Nothing Yet (PAGE 9 Mimsy, PAGE 10 Caroline)
  
  
  
  
• gaia_star [ STEP 2]: MAKE A NAME FOR YOURSELF
  While this isn't theoretically necessary, it may get difficult to continue calling your character "they". From the memories collected, your character is probably able to create a name for themselves. Your character is capable of remember most nouns, just not specific proper nouns. Assign a name to your OOC part too so people know what to call your character, and have them wander around and share whatever they wish/ interact however they want.
  
  
• gaia_star [ STEP 3]: YOUR CHARACTER'S APPEARANCE
  Is still the same as they left off with, except a little more greyer and dulled out, making them ALMOST featureless. It's like looking at a mirror version of yourself, if the mirror was super foggy and gross.

gaia_crown [ RESPONDING TO THE REST OF THE PROMPT ] Respond to it in however order and however you wish! Enjoy and good luck!

gaia_crown [ QUESTIONING AROUND ] While this will not be an active thing, one of the people involved in this rp will actually, have the ability to destroy whatever is behind the door. Your character does not know this yet, but as a player, you can have your character go around, observe, talk to people, see if you can figure this out.

gaia_crown [ QUESTIONING THE DOOR (DISCORD EDITION) ] If you'd like more "quick time" interactions ie quick dialogue or whatnot, and a chance to interact with "the door" in the center of the room easier, feel free to use the Discord! If you can log all your dialogue done on discord just by cping or what have you, you can count it as part of the word quota.

Set your character's name as whatever you ended up naming them FOR THIS RP ONLY

Please note, to make a full action that impacts this rp event, you still have to post it here, don't expect others to read the discord as well as the rp! exclaim GO HERE.

 

[Baneful]

Rolling  

[poke mattix]

When prompted, Jason slowly walked over to the hunter. "H-hey." He spoke, gaze traveling back to the girl whom had run off to meet someone else. Then head butt another hunter in the stomach.

"...D-do you know her?" He asked, nervously watching her prod October for signs of life, before something caught his eye; the door, and it seems to be growing larger.

He turned as light illuminated the area around them, revealing strange looking beams and creepy windows that changed in size. With a small whine he edged closer to the door, hearing many greetings at once and feeling even more on edge. What was gonna happen to them now?

"H-hello?" He stammered back, listening. They weren't a legacy or a thing. Or a being...did that even make sense? He struggled to make sense of it, staring at the door. They would show him something if he could see through it, though seeing through objects was not something he could do.

As for what they would show him....As he thought about it, something felt off. His thoughts strayed to his beloved, his...who? Who was she again?

On that note, who was he again?

"D-dammit not this again!" He audibly whined, and as if sensing his distress, shadow arms appeared and gathered up tiny crystal fragments he had not noticed upon the floor. As nonthreatening as they were, he was apprehensive as the rose up, holding the tiny crystals towards him.

The...whatever he was, he grasped a few, recalling a surge of regret filling his soul at signing his life away. But that was it, they disappeared, shouting for him to run. Of course he ran, scrambling backwards and away from the door.

He stopped a few meters away, shaking as he gazed the room as of someone was about to hurt him.

PyroGoth

iloveyouDIE

 

[PyroGoth]

"Oh! Tanita, you came all the way over here! That is so very nice of you. I see you've changed out of your armor! Either way, you look fantastic," Toki says, prodding a little harder. Perhaps if she can get him to just open his eyes--OH MY. Chris.

She glances over at the two somewhat nervous-looking hunters, waving as much as she with her free arm.

"Chris! Are you still with your friend? I could introduce you to more Halloween students if you like! They are all very friendly, I assure you! Come over...here...?"

Is that door growing?

"Is, ah, is anyone else hearing voices? Is anyone speaking?" She asks, looking around at--

Who are these people again? She feels suddenly anxious, and clutches at her camera. ...Since when did she have a camera? She turns it over, trying to check who it belongs to, because she suddenly cannot remember who she is.

An outburst draws her attention to someone who, having looked at a crystal, had bolted away. That doesn't bode well. Perhaps she should find a place to hide--

A shadowy limb slides over the floor, dropping a crystal into her hand.

”You are amazing and I love you so very much.”

She cares about him so much. He is so admirable, truly a good person. She feels so happy.

"Eh?"

She clutches her head. Something feels wrong.

"I love a human?"

poke mattix

iloveyouDIE

Aria Starstone

Kuropeco

 

[nessy]

Kade thinks that he is Lure but calls himself Wolf.

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Minipets were not humans they had been told. You didn’t latch onto them but you did hunt them, stalk them. Lure had grabbed the creature, pinned it down and ate it. It fought and hurt Lure with it’s own claws and fangs. Yet they had fought. Lure had won. The elders looked down at Lure, not sure what to say.
Lure wanted to do it again.

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Up and up and up the door grew until it towered over him making the human male feel like if he tried to run it would fall forward and slam him into the ground. It was menacing in a way he'd never expected a door to be menacing before.

His arm tightens, pulling Nash in closer than he would have otherwise so that their bodies are pressed up against one-another. In a different time and place he would have taken advantage of the moment with a sassy remark meant to irritate. Right now? He was deeply perturbed. Maybe even a little afraid.

But then he couldn't remember why he was holding on to this person. Who were they? Who...who was he?

Voices were muffled as they hit the wood and were absorbed, rather than echoed, but the words were clear enough. Dropping his hold on November he walked in a daze-like state towards a particularly bright, glimmering memory. This felt like it belonged to him, that it was him.

'You didn’t latch onto them but you did hunt them, stalk them. Lure had grabbed the creature, pinned it down and ate it. It fought and hurt Lure with it’s own claws and fangs.'

Yes. He was a hunter, a predator, with...claws? Looking down at his own hands they didn't fit. He had no claws. Touching his mouth he had no fangs. But how was this possible? Wolf (for the word had come to him and had felt as right as the memory itself) knew this was a part of him somehow.

Was this perhaps not his body?  

[MoonKitsune]

The room was spacious and he felt a familiarity in the wooden home his grandmother loved , or the more worn little fishing shack on the lake. Then there was the cabin by the lake his Uncle owned. Wood had a feeling of being close to nature, being outdoors, right on the cusp of the wild and cold waters.

But it didn't feel that way here. Too wide. The windows breathed about him rising up and down like his heartbeat as he stood there, surrounded by the lush mahoganies of the room like a termite inside of a maple.

The voices came here, speaking to him. Prodding him here and he thought about importance. He thought about what made him.

Was it his name? He never cared much for fame. His interest were his own and not dictated by being well known.

Was it his possessions? Hardly that at all. He would give up everything for what he desired.

Was it love?

His chest hurt painfully. Love. Maybe not so much the love he had lost before. Maybe not so much the love that had caused him lies and pain with another.

But he still loved things. He still had love.

Love was better than anything else he guessed to keep going. A love of discovery. A love of living. A love of Atlantis. Of the ocean. Of places on the cusp of wild oceans.

And like that, it felt like the wave went out, washing out everything he had with him. It went further and further out from shore, and he was left standing there with the phantom feeling of procession.

The long stretching shadows pulled out under him as glistening little stones like glimmering stones washed out to the door. Kneeling, he picked one up, and felt his mind bubble with a thought.

A memory.



VICTORY
He'd had a plan but it went out the window. He'd had a time frame to line up with his impending departure from the normal world but that also was discarded. He just couldn't do it anymore. Chris scrubbed the blood from his hands, smeared them on a towel, and tried to stop himself from crying. And laughing. And wheezing. He didn't know what to feel anymore but he was free.
He'd won.
And soon he'd be gone.

He covered his mouth, taking a deep breath as his heart quickly raced, and he looked about, the eyes of strangers about him. Looking at him. Watching him. Did they know? Did they suspect? Where was the exit so he could go before anyone found out?

Who was that then.....that he felt such a thrill of victory from? Who had been the one he had taken in order to feel that feeling of achievement and right. Of completeness of a task taken and taken well.

He felt jittery but tired to act natural.  

[MoonKitsune]

Rolling for Mara  

[kuropeco]

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[kuropeco]

[ October ]


He doesn't know what's happening.

He's on the ground, sleeping, or maybe he's awake and just knocked over, that much he knows. There is someone standing over him, and for a brief moment, he recognizes her, catches familiarity in the golden gleam of her eyes and the flutter of her clothes.

And then it's gone. He has no idea.

He has no idea of anything.

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HOPELESSNESS:
He sat, slumped over and staring blankly at the dingy wall of the employee locker room at his latest job. Not a single acceptance letter. He'd done everything he could, working and training and studying himself practically to death...but just like that and his life felt like it was over before it ever really got started.

The rejection stings. He feels the welling despair as he climbs to his feet, disappointment and longing singing in his veins, glancing this way and that. He is so tired of feeling useless, so tired of being rejected, of losing all of this.

It's exhausting.

He wanders again.

Pyrogoth

 

[kuropeco]

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[kuropeco]

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[iloveyouDIE]

He had been about to tell Jason that yes, he'd met Toki in the Haunted House and she seemed an alright sort of Halloween monster as far as those went..

But that didn't happen. Instead things changed and in moments he was blank, confused, and literally grasping for whatever shreds of identity he could find. A name? A place? Belonging?

The young man frisked himself, looking for anything that could tell him who he was, and instead he grasped at a crystal, at a memory, and was flooded with remembrance of something...

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PARANOIA
The family photos, they where always in the same order, so why was his 10th birthday lined up before his 5th? A vase shifted ever so slightly. A shadow seeming to fall over it where no light was shining to cast one. His heart raced.

Chris clutched lightly at the front of himself, so keenly aware now that everything was wrong. Things were shifted, out of order, and confused.. It meant something bad he was sure. Imposing shadows.. Something looming over them and the door now that beckoned them wasn't helping this feeling.  

[Baneful]

(Lawrence)  

[Carhop Cavalier]

The door shrunk as he, they, it statred. Voices, lights, tendrils, action? This place seemed familliar, at first, and then new. A cabin in the woods, flipped on its head. How did he...was he a he? They thought they might be. Surely there was a name for them? They racked their brain, trying to come up with something: it was just in the tip of their tongue, barely out of reach but far enough that it would be impossible to grab.

The tendrils held something up, some things in fact. More memories? They grabbed the nearest one, hoping for a clue to their name.

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Hatred

This was an emotion that she shouldn't feel. She wasn't like that. She was the sweet and kind and loving type of person. But hatred she felt. It consumes her on a daily basis. She just wanted it to go away.

She. She was a girl. Still no hint of a name, but definitely a girl. She was relieve, but a bubbling surge swelled in the pit of her stomach. Angry, raging, roiling and boiling. She hated this dream, hated that she was stuck here.

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gaia_star NAME OF MY CHARACTER: ???
WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE: Brunette, lanky teen