whatever you were doing, you aren't, because you are now here, in a very swanky looking hotel room. however, even though it's fancy, it's also only just big enough for a bed, a big armoire style wardrobe, two bedside tables, and a dresser, across from the bed. the dresser has a mirror on the wall above it. you seem to be alone, but you have this intense sensation of being watched.
[ it's overindulgence week so unfortunately even though grace has an idea what might have happened to her, her reflex upon seeing the room is
LOOT
So after a quick look around she goes to rummage through the wardrobe and dresser, and I'll leave it at that for now but she will be looking through everything for loot. she also makes a pit stop in between both to look at herself in the mirror and admire herself for a solid second. ]
[well, loot seems to be a pretty good start! the wardrobe has nothing in it, but she finds a whole-ass pipe bomb in the dresser. why is that in there? who knows.
the mirror shows... her reflection! wow, hot damn, grace, sexy as hell. except for when there's a jumpscare and her face turns into a skeleton for a split second. that's - well, maybe that's sexy to some people, no kinkshaming.]
[ PIPE BOMB. how big is it. well whatever grace's pouch is probably big enough to hold it, and she's putting it in there.
the mirror jumpscare completely works on her and she jumps backwards like three feet with a scream. thank god no one was there to see that! there is nothing sexy about skeletons. get out of here, sans undertale. ]
Fuck-- ugh. This better not be a sign of things to come.
[ well. that's enough of that, time to move on and look at the bedside table. is there anything on them? is there a drawer she can open as well. loot ]
[like, normal pipe bomb size? it fits in her pouch.
when she screams, there's a giggle behind her, but nobody is there. spooky.
the bedside table has the usuals, like the bible and the notepad. no pencils here, though, someone ate all of them. there's not a lot else that seems useful quite yet, unless she wants to take one of the condoms that's in the drawer. it's labeled ghost flavor.]
[ well. she'll grab the bible and the ghost flavored condom because she's greedy right now, and the bible gets a cursory opening in case there's something hidden in it before she shoves it back.
she'll also check to see if there's anything written in the notebook.
Next, even though this room is clearly haunted! she is going to check under the bed covers/pillow and under the bed itself. ]
[oh, shit, SICK SELFIE. they hear laughing coming from somewhere. it's weird, though, it sounds like mechanical laughter.
when they look in the mirror, they see - douman, just a regular douman. except there's a few extra five or so eyes on their face in random places. if they try to touch those places, they don't feel anything.]
[Wouldn't be the first time he's woken up in a strange room with no memory of getting there? Also wouldn't be the first time he's lived with the strange sensation of being watched.
As you always do, first thing is check the bedside tables for any good shit.]
[what the fuck is a bible just seems like a boring ass book anyway just taking all of those things why not, the coat pockets are large for holding things. If he flips through the bible, anything in there? Just horrible words about the jeebus man (he cannot read)?
though mildly worrying that the rest of his shit isn't there. cool cool. no problem. uh. well. onto the rest of the looting - wardrobe, dresser, checking in the mirror if everything is normal. correct amount of eyes and all.
[molly you can't read. except for how you can, this one time. the words in the bible rearrange themselves when he opens it - it reads you're next in bright red letters, and he instinctively understands it.
nothing under the bed!
nothing else in any of the parts of the room, but when he looks in the mirror, he sees - a smiling version of himself. there's something sinister, in that smile - his tattoos glow brightly.]
If you're not going to show yourself, I'll make myself comfortable.
[ Gojou opens every single door-like thing (the wardrobe, the dresser, etc.) to see if there are items that are useful for him to loot. People be stealing knives, scalpels, and fake swords... So might as well?? ]
[nope, just a bible and some pencils, and a notepad. if he looks closely at the notepad he'll see that it's indented, kind of? like someone was writing on it and tore the top page off.
when he looks under the bed, a pair of bright yellow eyes are staring back at him.]
[ He stares back with his bright blue eyes for a second. ]
Okay, I'll get back to you.
[ He stands back up because he wants to see if he can use the pencil and shade over the paper on the notepad, see if the indents are deep enough to read. ]
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whatever you were doing, you aren't, because you are now here, in a very swanky looking hotel room. however, even though it's fancy, it's also only just big enough for a bed, a big armoire style wardrobe, two bedside tables, and a dresser, across from the bed. the dresser has a mirror on the wall above it. you seem to be alone, but you have this intense sensation of being watched.
there's a door leading out of the room.]
GRACE
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LOOT
So after a quick look around she goes to rummage through the wardrobe and dresser, and I'll leave it at that for now but she will be looking through everything for loot. she also makes a pit stop in between both to look at herself in the mirror and admire herself for a solid second. ]
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the mirror shows... her reflection! wow, hot damn, grace, sexy as hell. except for when there's a jumpscare and her face turns into a skeleton for a split second. that's - well, maybe that's sexy to some people, no kinkshaming.]
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the mirror jumpscare completely works on her and she jumps backwards like three feet with a scream. thank god no one was there to see that! there is nothing sexy about skeletons. get out of here, sans undertale. ]
Fuck-- ugh. This better not be a sign of things to come.
[ well. that's enough of that, time to move on and look at the bedside table. is there anything on them? is there a drawer she can open as well. loot ]
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when she screams, there's a giggle behind her, but nobody is there. spooky.
the bedside table has the usuals, like the bible and the notepad. no pencils here, though, someone ate all of them. there's not a lot else that seems useful quite yet, unless she wants to take one of the condoms that's in the drawer. it's labeled ghost flavor.]
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[ well. she'll grab the bible and the ghost flavored condom because she's greedy right now, and the bible gets a cursory opening in case there's something hidden in it before she shoves it back.
she'll also check to see if there's anything written in the notebook.
Next, even though this room is clearly haunted! she is going to check under the bed covers/pillow and under the bed itself. ]
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DOUMAN
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[Interesting! Douman looks around, intrigued. They've never been in a hotel before! This is exciting!]
[Well, time to turn to open the dresser. Any cool clown clothes inside?]
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they open the dresser. there is a wrench inside it! it's rusty, but it's pretty nice otherwise. there's also a really rad hat in there too?]
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[Douman takes the wrench, hefting it in a clown hand, and then reaches for the hat. They look it over and...]
[Put it on their head. Time to step back and...take a selfie! And also admire themselves in the mirror. FASHION.]
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when they look in the mirror, they see - douman, just a regular douman. except there's a few extra five or so eyes on their face in random places. if they try to touch those places, they don't feel anything.]
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[HEY WHO'S LAUGHING. BINCH.]
[And...honestly this is a cool look? They're actually disappointed when they touch their face and there's nothing there.]
Ah, well. [Time to rummage through the bedside tables and wardrobe!! What's texting people? LOOT TIME]
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cw: eye gore (heis don't interact)
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MOLLYMAUK
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[Wouldn't be the first time he's woken up in a strange room with no memory of getting there? Also wouldn't be the first time he's lived with the strange sensation of being watched.
As you always do, first thing is check the bedside tables for any good shit.]
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the bedside tables are full of your typicals. a bible, some notepads, some acid in a vial, a pencil.]
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though mildly worrying that the rest of his shit isn't there. cool cool. no problem. uh. well. onto the rest of the looting - wardrobe, dresser, checking in the mirror if everything is normal. correct amount of eyes and all.
...looking under the bed.]
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nothing under the bed!
nothing else in any of the parts of the room, but when he looks in the mirror, he sees - a smiling version of himself. there's something sinister, in that smile - his tattoos glow brightly.]
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hm! putting a hand over the one on his neck.]
... Right! Time to go, then.
[well, nevermind, the bible is not being taken. the bible may stay here. One quick peek under the covers on the bed before going for the door.]
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GOJOU
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If you're not going to show yourself, I'll make myself comfortable.
[ Gojou opens every single door-like thing (the wardrobe, the dresser, etc.) to see if there are items that are useful for him to loot. People be stealing knives, scalpels, and fake swords... So might as well?? ]
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when he looks in the wardrobe, he finds some jumper cables. you know, for when you need to add some flair to your outfit.]
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If there's nothing else in the little cabinets, he checks to see if there's anything in plain sight on tables and stuff. What about under the bed? ]
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when he looks under the bed, a pair of bright yellow eyes are staring back at him.]
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[ He stares back with his bright blue eyes for a second. ]
Okay, I'll get back to you.
[ He stands back up because he wants to see if he can use the pencil and shade over the paper on the notepad, see if the indents are deep enough to read. ]
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