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Absynth
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Joined: 08 Jun 2007
Posts: 79
Location: Undisclosed

today's email:

Quote:

You put down the loofah and the phone, and to replace them, you pick up the life bead and place it in your pocket. Next, it's time to figure out what you can do to help, so you head toward the door and twist the knob.

But just then, the phone rings. The toy phone. You turn. Is this even possible?

Not wanting to miss the call, you pick it up and listen.

"This line is no longer secure," a distant voice whispers.

Another voice asks, "What do you mean?"

"Someone is listening in. Right now. I called to check for the sound of a click."

There is a moment's pause, and then the second voice whispers, "What should we do?"

You wait. Do they mean you?

Finally the first voice responds. "Proceed as usual. We will have to recruit the reptiles."

"I understand."

Both parties hang up. You are alone in the room. A rustling sound comes from behind the bar.

my reply:(paraphrased)
pondering the info ive heard over the phone, i figure the lizards are the ones from the article about he trees... they are probably gonna be some legion were gonna have to deal with later... i head over to investigate the sounds behind the bar...

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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 12:59 am

kolixela
Unfettered

Joined: 23 Aug 2007
Posts: 335
Location: Gilbert, AZ

Transition Village's Response

Quote:

The doctor frowns, and even that is a beautiful look for her. "Yes," she says. "I suppose I will have to give you this flower if it is what you wish to have. I must replace mine right away, though, so I will have to leave immediately. Know, though, that wearing it in front of others may brand you. You may not find that you like the attention it brings."

She pulls the lilac from her shirt and hands it to you. You take it. It is dewy and delicate and smells fresh.

"Regarding a bow, might I suggest the trap door in the ceiling?"

And with that, she disappears. You are alone in the house. You have a fresh lilac in your hand.

My next day in the Village

Quote:

I ponder the doctor's response for a moment

'Did I speak out loud about the bow? I must have.. Did she.. read. my mind..? Hmm.. Might be worth investigating in the future..'

I look to the mace on the table

'If the first ghost comes back I am sure I will hear him, or at least he will know the work is completed'

"Well" I say to myself, "If the Lady is correct I may find something of use in the trap door in the ceiling.."

I look for a trap door in the ceiling

'It's likely to be rather dark up there.. I may want something.. Ah, yes, it's not much but there was a match back in the cabinet.'

I go to the cabinet and take the single match, locating the trap door in the ceiling I attach the lilac to my shirt 'It does look rather dashing' and head through the trap door..

'I hope I can find a suitable bow, or parts up here.. Arrows too, I have a feeling it may be worthwhile to have a useful weapon in the coming days.'

I pause for a moment as a thought hits me.

'If I am to fight ghosts... HOW do I harm them? Can a ghost be shot with a bow? Something supernatural to enhance it perhaps? I will have to ask the Doctor if I see her again, she might be able to at least guide me in that respect'

I climb through the trap door and into the next room.

So.. An ally, a lilac that marks me as... something?

Ooh, and a weapon all for my lonesome ^_^

Actually am decent with a bow, not great but decent.

Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 2:28 am

Lairosiel
Unfettered

Joined: 29 Apr 2008
Posts: 401
Location: Berlin/Passau

Quote:

"HUU?"
I look around, a lil frightened.
"Hello?" I'm pretty sure there is a ghost in this room. "Dear Ghost, could you please show yourself to me? Maybe I can help you to find.. the boy
you're searching for!", I'm saying in the nicest and most soothing voice I could ever use.

Quote:

Though you are startled and afraid, you assess the situation quickly. This is probably a ghost. You decide that the best course of action is to be polite and direct.

It seems to work. For just a moment a massive man flickers in front of you. He is as wide as the hood of a truck, and his face is rough. His impressive appearance makes the presence of a yellow daisy in his red hair seem even more surprising.

Then he disappears again. "Now you have seen me," the voice booms. "Do you know where I can find the little boy? His parents sent me to search for him."

does any of you know, who this guy was (my memory is like.. a sieve at the moment lol)
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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 4:25 am

WolfHawk
Entrenched

Joined: 15 Nov 2006
Posts: 1247
Location: St. Louis

They're on to me!!

Quote:

In a panicked attempt to stay solid, you wolf down the mysterious slice of pizza from the drawer. It's cold and a bit too heavy on the tomato paste, but it tastes just fine. You hope there's nothing wrong with it.

The next thing you want to examine is the shopping list. It's � it's amusing. You giggle as you read it. Actually, within seconds you can barely pay attention to what it says because you're guffawing so hard.

You drop the list and clutch your sides, laughing until it hurts. Tears fall from your eyes and you try to catch your breath, but you can't. You stumble backward into the bookshelves and knock out two titles: Most Serious Stories Ever and Don't Believe This. They land on your feet, but you don't care. Your whole body shakes with laughter.

What was on that shopping list? Something about pizza ingredients and funny powder. Oh, who knows. It's all so completely hilarious.

I notice the response doesn't say anything about returning to solid form. Crying or Very sad

Quote:

Mmmm, cold pizza! All I need now is a warm beer!!

After much gasping and holding of sides I finally catch my breath enough to realize I now have sore toes. "What in the world?" I mutter looking down at my feet. Picking up the heavy tomes from my poor feet I read the covers. Most Serious Stories Ever and Don't Believe This. Ooooo I squeal trying to decide which of the titles sounds cooler than the other. Ok, gotta check out what I'm not supposed to believe. I make a mental note to look up the other title at a later date.

I begin flipping idly through the pages, intrigued. I realize I should leave this room, but the book is so interesting!!

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Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 5:41 am

FSURobbie
Guest

The foul laundry ghost strikes again...I'll show her!

TV's latest reply:

Quote:

There is No. Way. you're doing that disgusting laundry. Whoever wrote that note has to be out of his or her mind. You slam the closet door shut and fight the urge to be sick.

It's time to investigate, not do the cleaning. You head for the door to the hallway and get ready to open it.

But something stops you. You jump. There is an icy hand on your shoulder, and you spin backward in alarm.

It's an old woman with skin that looks as old as the dust in the room. She's transparent. You know what that means. This is a resident of Transition Village.

"Too good for the laundry, are you?" Her ancient voice sounds like a rusty door trying to open. "You're not the first to close that closet door without doing what you're told," she says.

You attempt to explain that you are an archeologist, but she shakes her head.

"You think a fancy schmancy degree makes you more important than the rest of us? You're in my servant's quarters, and you're my servant! Now you work for me!" She wags a crooked finger in your face.

"Now," she continues, "the first thing you will do is find the servant boy who is hiding. Bring him to me by a week from today. Start here."

She vanishes. You are alone in the room. All at once you realize that you smell revolting� the old woman has somehow replaced the clothes you were wearing with stinking laundry!

Shaken, you look around the room. Who does this woman think she is? Doesn't she realize that you aren't her servant?

My response:

Quote:

Completely dumbfounded and temporarily speechless I stand looking down at the filthy rags I'm wearing.

"Ok princess, that's it! You want a boy ghost, you'll get one, then the two of us are going to have a little talk afterwards. You better thank whatever god you believe in that you're already dead!"

Furious, I stalk out of the room and into the hallway. A few deep breaths calm me down and I asses my situation. Sure, I'm in filthy clothes and most folks wont want to come near me, but most folks here aren't exactly from the land of the living so the hell with it. A week? By the time a week has gone by I plan on having done what I came here for and being long gone and that foul specter can spend eternity with her own rank rags.

I start to walk off when I realize something is amiss. Running back in the room I hold my breath and dig furiously through the dirty clothes in the closet. "Aha!" I cry out, and pulling out my now dusty and fragrant fedora, pull it down over my ears. Stepping back into the hallway I look both ways and debate my next move as I survey the lay of the land.

Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 9:31 am

Lairosiel
Unfettered

Joined: 29 Apr 2008
Posts: 401
Location: Berlin/Passau

Robbie, are we searching for the same boy? Question

Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 10:58 am

FSURobbie
Guest

Lairosiel wrote:

Robbie, are we searching for the same boy? Question

Probably, seems he's a popular ghost. I'll have to find you and tag along...

Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 11:52 am

FractalP
Decorated

Joined: 10 Oct 2008
Posts: 258

Quote:

Mmmm, those pies smell damn good, I think to myself, mouth watering. Lucky I baked an extra...

Shaking my head as if to dislodge the thought from inside, I internally reprimand myself. Bad Fractal. The voice in my head says. Those pies are important. It's a matter of life and death... although, they're already dead, so 'life and after-life' I guess? Doesn't have the same ring to it, though. Hmm...

I notice the glow of the refrigerator through the open door. While the voice is distracted, I wander over and fully open the door, making sure to keep an eye on The Pies out of the cornet of my eye. I take a can of whipped cream from inside the door, placing it in my pocket. This could come in handy, and I have plenty of time to come up with something to yell if I need to use it."You're so whipped"? Nah...

My inner-Fractal distracted again, I peruse the rest of the fridge while humming Whip It by Devo, and take stock of any interesting or potentially useful items...

They didn't actually say anything about whipped cream being in the fridge, so I don't think they were too happy.

Quote:

Sneaking a can of whipped cream from the refrigerator before anyone can notice or approve, you put the item in your pocket for possible later use. Who knows what other fantastic catch phrases you might come up with by the next time you see someone?

You're about to explore the rest of the fridge when above, in the main house, a door shuts. You pause and listen.

Muffled voices from above seem to greet each other. There is no more fighting. Finally, a woman's voice comes closer to the oven, and you hear her say, "Now, where did I put my cooking tools?"

Looks like I'm gonna need to find somewhere to hide. And fast!

From what I've read, it seems like wearing a flower (lilac/daisy) might mark you as either being for or against the revolution.

Oh, and Nessa, was that you entering the house? Surprised

Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 1:24 pm

kolixela
Unfettered

Joined: 23 Aug 2007
Posts: 335
Location: Gilbert, AZ

I'm guessing the flower marks you as a defender of the Mayor.

Just seemed rather poetic to ask for it as payment Razz

Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 2:52 pm

Nessa
Boot

Joined: 15 Jul 2009
Posts: 54
Location: East TN

FractalP wrote:

Oh, and Nessa, was that you entering the house? Surprised

Indeed! With a scared ghost boy in tow.

TV's Response:

Quote:

You agree to go to the other house as a group, and the little boy clutches your shirt the entire way. You hold your strangely warm horseshoe, just to be safe. Mr. Garden doesn't seem to notice the item.

Outside on the porch, you see a church a few yards ahead and a house to your left. To your right there is a graveyard, and a mansion lies just beyond it in the distance.

Mr. Garden, with as pleasant a demeanor as ever, gestures for you to follow. "It's at the opposite end of the semi-circle," he says. The three of you walk across dead grass, passing the church and a well. There are other houses to your left.

Then you reach your destination. It is a house much like the one you left, almost directly across the lawn.

"My friends are over for some tea," he says politely, opening the door to let you inside. "I know they are looking forward to seeing Billy."

The child hangs back for a moment and shakes his head, but Mr. Garden ushers you both inside.

There you see a woman so large she is nearly a giantess standing on top of a grotesquely thin woman. Both are ghosts. The frail woman on the floor is trying to bite her captor's ankles.

Everything in the house is smashed or turned over. The boy hides behind you.

"Mrs. Swelter," Mr. Garden says, "Miss Sepsis, this is our new guest. She has been caring for Billy."

Instantly, the larger woman releases the smaller, and both ghosts stand facing you with broad smiles.

"Wonderful," the thin woman says as though nothing has just happened. "Let me preheat the oven for some pie!" She heads over to the kitchen area that is an absolute disaster. "Now, where did I put my cooking tools?"

My reply:

Quote:

I don't know what to make of the house's destroyed interior. It looks like the product of either a very good or very bad party... or perhaps an episode of Cops. And those two women who were fighting moments ago - no wonder Billy was hesitant to come over here. A chill runs up my spine as I wonder if this is the house he fled from in the first place. I really, really don't want to end up as Pie a la Nessa.

I want to ask someone what just happened here, but there seems no way to do so without possibly offending Swelter or Sepsis. And another glance around the room tells me that I certainly don't want to do that. Mr. Garden isn't acting like anything's out of the ordinary, either.

I turn to face Billy and ruffle his hair affectionately. "So," I say in a quiet, flippant tone, "you know these ladies?"

Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 3:42 pm

FractalP
Decorated

Joined: 10 Oct 2008
Posts: 258

Quote:

Indeed! With a scared ghost boy in tow.

Awesome! Be careful, though. At least one of these ghosts appears to be a psychopath. Possibly two.

EDIT: I just noticed Swelter is an anagram of wrestle. Hah!

Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 4:37 pm

Turducken
Decorated

Joined: 10 Jun 2009
Posts: 273
Location: REACHing for September 14th

Re: A Thought...

Ya I just haven't been able to make my way to the forums in a few days but here is my last 2 responses from TV

Quote:

As your companion attempts to enter the museum through a broken window, you walk down the stairs and squeeze yourself through a small opening below.

It's a tight fit. Not that you aren't in good shape, but the hole is only tall enough for a grown person to enter flat on his stomach. So that's what you do. You slide yourself across the dirt and dead grass, getting a few sticks in your side and suffering a few minor scratches on your belly, and then you're through. Bleeding a bit, but through.

You look around. There is a single light bulb on above you. It barely illuminates a dingy room. Furniture is lacking; there are just one table and one chair under the light.

Suddenly, someone grabs your neck and tosses you into the chair. You sit, panicked, as two ghosts tie your hands behind your back and bind your ankles.

One of the ghosts, a tall, broad man with a carnation jutting out of his pocket, grabs the lightbulb and turns it toward your face. The light is bright at this angle, and you squeeze your eyes shut.

The other ghost, standing next to you, leans close and whispers, "Are you going to tell us where he is?"

Quote:

The larger ghost hits you across the face. Though he's mostly transparent, it hurts, and you know your eye is going to swell later on.

This makes you angry. What in the world kind of vacation to Transition Village is this?

The smaller ghost leans in again. "We saw you with him. What did he say to you? Why are you protecting him?"

The larger ghost moves as if he is about to strike again, but then he mutters, "We won't have anyone causing problems for the Governor's grand opening, you understand?"

Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 5:23 pm

Nessa
Boot

Joined: 15 Jul 2009
Posts: 54
Location: East TN

FractalP wrote:

Quote:

Indeed! With a scared ghost boy in tow.

Awesome! Be careful, though. At least one of these ghosts appears to be a psychopath. Possibly two.

EDIT: I just noticed Swelter is an anagram of wrestle. Hah!

They both seem loony to me! I guess we'll see what happens next.

And I had never noticed her anagram. Very Happy

That's so funny!

Posted: Fri Aug 20, 2010 11:27 pm

urthstripe
Entrenched

Joined: 31 Aug 2004
Posts: 1113
Location: Atlanta, GA

Quote:

You move to examine the fireplace as your companion talks and generally surveys the room, not investigating anything in particular. He says his name is Samuel.

Then he notices the bar and walks over to it. As he eyes a goblet of blue liquid, he asks you what you have found in your travels so far.

You kneel down to the floor and take a look at the ashes. There's a letter in there, half burned, along with a life bead.

You may take only one item per turn.

Life bead or letter first?

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Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 12:26 am

FractalP
Decorated

Joined: 10 Oct 2008
Posts: 258

Quote:

I stifle a gasp as I turn to face the above-oven entrance. Someone, most likely one of the sisters, is approaching from up above.

Oh no, she might be coming down here, I think. Quick, hide!

Looking around the room for a hidey-hole, I find a substantial lack of places to conceal myself. Settling for the armchair in the lounge section, I lunge behind it and prepare. Taking stock of the contents of my pockets, I realize I only have a life bead and a can of whipped cream. Making do with what I have, I ready the can of whipped cream in the hope that ghosts are somehow allergic to it.

Keeping my ears open, and cursing my bad luck at not having had time to come up with a witty catchphrase, I lie in wait...

And their response

Quote:

Clutching the very cold can of whipped cream in your hand, you wait behind the armchair. Above, you hear the unmistakable voice of Miss Sepsis as she says, "I can't reach the cabinet. My legs are so frail sometimes it's hard to stretch. Would you mind?"

Just then you hear something. Something electric. It's humming all around you. It's hot.

You begin to sweat. It feels as though you're standing directly in the sun on the hottest day of the year.

It's getting hotter. The pies in your own oven smell as though they're burning.

Noooo, they're burning! Stupid alarm not going off Sad

So I pretty much have too choices right now: get the hell out of the suboven, or pull everything out of the fridge and hide in there.

Posted: Sat Aug 21, 2010 12:32 am

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