[ grace maturely sticks her tongue out at molly, but then door be open so. there they go. she raises an eyebrow at the lights flickering and sighs ]
... I'll take the wardrobe, you take the dresser?
[ she doesn't wait for him to answer before stepping in to look at the wardrobe. it's a small room so she can't steal without molly seeing it, which is good, because she would keep it to herself this week. greed attack. she is keeping her crossbow in her hand :/ ]
[cool! love that. he loves flickering lights that then show dead friends. well the good thing about two of them being here is you can split the search duties.]
Yes, but it's my torture room, so splits on what you find.
[through the dresser! And the nightstand while he's at it.]
nothing in the nightstand, but when grace opens the wardrobe, she'll feel an instant amount of utter terror, overwhelming enough to bring her to her knees.
the lights flicker even more intensely, and then go out, but it's just regular darkness and not magic darkness. outside the room, there are... footsteps.]
[ you think grace isn't the kind to scream when she feels terror even when she doesn't know the source? you are wrong she is very much the kind. so. enjoy that molly, as grace screams and falls down, covering her head like she thinks something will come at her as she shakes
[haha why you screamin girl it's just a dresser clam down
molly will reactively just - shh shh ssh and try and cover her mouth with an arm - pulling her back behind the edge of the wardrobe and pressing to the wall. so whoever the footsteps are maybe can't see them under the door. he'd screamed at it to fuck off earlier but with grace here its ... a little easier to react smarter.]
It's alright, I can see. Nothing in the room, Grace.
[ oh well she had a good one second of not being scared, but at least now her own terrified emotions are a little more muted, so despite tensing up and leaning back into molly in clear fright of the doorknob, she also lifts her hand with the crossbow and aims it at the doorway. so! y'know! this one is productive, silent fright!
she lowers the crossbow a little bit before turning at molly and mouthing "do you think they're real?". because molly is real! but she heard molly earlier, and he heard someone else, allegedly. was it one of those two? molly decide ]
guess he seems pretty real right now, so, there's that. mostly he looks equally confused for a second because gestures at head M. T. but he isn't terrible in a crisis
just looking at the door, for a moment. then reaching to raise grace's arm so her crossbow is aimed again at the door. There's a clear moment of some gears turning and then,]
[that he went to the indulgence center and made a friend? how is this shocking. nothing to see here. let's talk about yuel.
anyway he is making such a face because, well, that's a pretty good answer to the password bluff. he'll move out from behind the wardrobe anyway, mouthing to grace to stay back there and keep the crossbow up
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[look it had to be loud! Maybe Douman heard it too now. They don't know the clown is here. Something else sniffing at doors is also here.
Anyway, Mr. Carnival Barker seems completely unapologetic. Shouldering his golf club and going for room 203.]
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the lights flicker a little, though.]
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... I'll take the wardrobe, you take the dresser?
[ she doesn't wait for him to answer before stepping in to look at the wardrobe. it's a small room so she can't steal without molly seeing it, which is good, because she would keep it to herself this week. greed attack. she is keeping her crossbow in her hand :/ ]
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Yes, but it's my torture room, so splits on what you find.
[through the dresser! And the nightstand while he's at it.]
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nothing in the nightstand, but when grace opens the wardrobe, she'll feel an instant amount of utter terror, overwhelming enough to bring her to her knees.
the lights flicker even more intensely, and then go out, but it's just regular darkness and not magic darkness. outside the room, there are... footsteps.]
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SHE'S BUSY WHAT FOOTSTEPS ]
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molly will reactively just - shh shh ssh and try and cover her mouth with an arm - pulling her back behind the edge of the wardrobe and pressing to the wall. so whoever the footsteps are maybe can't see them under the door. he'd screamed at it to fuck off earlier but with grace here its ... a little easier to react smarter.]
It's alright, I can see. Nothing in the room, Grace.
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and then the footsteps pick up, just as fast. two sets. the doorknob rattles.]
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so it's fine! ]
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and]
Thought I told you to fuck off!
[yea sure just antagonize it]
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[it's a familiar voice. very familiar. and it's joined by another. male, smoother, slightly amused:]
Now, now. Just give them a second, they don't know it's us. Molly?
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she lowers the crossbow a little bit before turning at molly and mouthing "do you think they're real?". because molly is real! but she heard molly earlier, and he heard someone else, allegedly. was it one of those two? molly decide ]
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guess he seems pretty real right now, so, there's that. mostly he looks equally confused for a second because gestures at head M. T. but he isn't terrible in a crisis
just looking at the door, for a moment. then reaching to raise grace's arm so her crossbow is aimed again at the door. There's a clear moment of some gears turning and then,]
... Password.
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Lie back and think of Great Liang?
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Something I should know about?
[ this isn't the time, but also, hehe gu yun/molly real ]
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[that he went to the indulgence center and made a friend? how is this shocking. nothing to see here. let's talk about yuel.
anyway he is making such a face because, well, that's a pretty good answer to the password bluff. he'll move out from behind the wardrobe anyway, mouthing to grace to stay back there and keep the crossbow up
but
probably very stupidly, he reaches for the door.]
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