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fandomtownies2012-10-31 08:26 am
furnaceface) wrote in fandomtownies2012-10-31 08:26 am
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The Boards, Wednesday, All Day
There was a door halfway off its hinges down at the Boards, a fluourescent light behind the marquis flickering off and on intermittently, with the rest of the lights strung with cobwebs and just flat-out not working. From behind that loose, swinging, banging front door, a mist swirled out, just daring anybody who passed by to step inside, where a host of eerie creaking sounds and shadows that moved from just beyond one's peripheral vision threatened to make it a walk to remember.
A perfectly harmless one, of course, but this was the theatre. If they couldn't do 'haunted house' right, who could?
When the marquis was lit, the sign read;
Haunted Theatre!
Come In, Look Around...
If You Dare!
Jono had far too much fun with this holiday. He really, really did.
[Open! There's a thread for people to post any exhibits inside the haunted house that they worked on or are participating in right then. If you didn't actually tag in before, feel free to mod that at some point you stopped by anyhow. Jono would have had the place open on Monday and pretty much all last night, getting this stuff ready for the actual event. Have fun! Run rampant! Happy Halloween!]
A perfectly harmless one, of course, but this was the theatre. If they couldn't do 'haunted house' right, who could?
When the marquis was lit, the sign read;
Come In, Look Around...
If You Dare!
Jono had far too much fun with this holiday. He really, really did.
[Open! There's a thread for people to post any exhibits inside the haunted house that they worked on or are participating in right then. If you didn't actually tag in before, feel free to mod that at some point you stopped by anyhow. Jono would have had the place open on Monday and pretty much all last night, getting this stuff ready for the actual event. Have fun! Run rampant! Happy Halloween!]
Arrive/Mingle!
moddableHalloween-themed refreshments. Punch that was a little greenish and fizzed ominously, candy, black-and-orange decorated pastries from J,GoB...All of it was edible and delicious, of course. It had been personally tested by the guy who owned the place.
Traverse the Haunted Theatre!
Look, it was plenty spooky. Shut up.
[Please, ping in here with any exhibits you've set up! Feel free to mod the whole run of your typical theatre- Only the sound booth, the office, and the stairs leading up to Jono's apartment are really off-limits.
The Seating
At least, not until the seats started to creak, and one by one a host of glowing, grotesque, twisted person claimed each one, turning to direct their blue faces, now the only things really illuminating the room, to watch you as you walk by.
They're reaching for you, and if they touch you, you'll feel it, just as though they were as solid as anything. And their message is clear - turn back. Turn back while you still can.
[The 'ghosts' in the seating are Jono's hard-light constructs. Completely harmless, if only because Jono is personally puppeting each and every one. You can interact with them, but carrying on lucid conversations with any one of them would be difficult, since Jono's focus is so split. They'll mostly just tell you to turn back and reach at your arms as you walk by.]
The Balcony
The sandbags won't actually hurt if they hit you, since they've been stuffed with cotton instead of sand, but Jono isn't going to do this sort of thing in half-measures. And he's going to have fun while he plays some sort of... Phantom up there, or something.
It's only a pity there's no chandelier.
Backstage
But what the hell is that massive creature curled up and sleeping down the end of his particular corridor? It doesn't make any move to hurt you as you walk by, no, but it does crack open one giant, slitted eye, watching you hungrily and licking its chops as you go.
Under one giant, wickedly sharp set of talons, it's got the remains of its last meal. A dress and a few assorted body parts, all liberally smothered with fake blood.
A theatre can have a giant, man-eating dragon if Jono says it can. He is the one with the hard-light collar and the extra energy packs for just this occasion, after all.
The Stage
She was playing a variety of
moddablespooky tunes, from horror movie themes to carnival ditties, piano-adapted heavy metal interludes and unsettling versions of rock classics, as well as songs that turned into a lot of potentially disturbing piano key smashing in parts.And of course, sometimes she just sat still and let everything go quiet, until smashing her hands against the keys at just the right time to startle someone.
[ooc: Feel free to approach her if you have any reason to, but there is an SP warning in effect for a few hours.]
Backstage
Depending on how observant you are, you might notice random noises that begin a little ways beyond the dragon. The sound of many legs scrambling across a wall. The occasional odd hissing noise. A faint chittering. A slight rustling, like hundreds of objects moving in a small space. The noises move, too. They follow you as you continue on the path and make your way through the dim lights and deep shadows, getting louder as you go.
The noises are more noticeable in the dark and the canvas walls seem to press closer the further you walk. Every so often, something brushes against your skin like a ghostly caress so soft it can barely be felt.
You are in an area slightly better lit that the rest when a large object falls in front of you and lands at your feet. It's a cocoon, but there's no pretty butterfly making its way out of there. Upon impact, the layers of silk split and the dessicated corpse of a teal deer fawn spills out onto the floor, much of it still bound in webbing.
The teal deer isn't the only thing that's dropping from the ceiling, however. A second later, a large spider is dangling directly in front of your face. Speaking of faces, the body is roughly the size of yours, and the legs long enough to wrap around your head if it wishes. The spider looks at you for a long second from multiple eyes, hisses at you, its mandible clicking with fangs that drip venom that sizzles when it hits the floor, then turns and scurries back up its dropline. Should you follow its progress with your eyes, you'll see that it is, in fact, a mama spider.
And she's not alone. Not by a long shot.
On the off-chance you're not staring in shock at the writhing mass of spiders above you, you might notice that the carcass on the floor is wiggling, too. It jitters and shakes and then bursts open, releasing a veritable tide of baby spiders onto the floor. Those spiders don't hesitate a moment before racing towards you--and the tiny spiders above begin flinging down drop lines, trying to catch you in their webs.
You can choose to run backwards towards the dragon or deeper into the theater...
[ALL LINKS GO TO SPIDERS. DON'T CLICK IF YOU ARE CREEPED OUT BY IMAGES/VIDEOS OF SPIDERS. EXCUSE ME, I HAVE TO CURL UP IN A CORNER NOW.]
Break Room!
Yes, if you're actually working this, there's pizza, assorted beverages (including alcohol if you're old enough), and, of course, a little black cat who loves you all.
OOC!
Happy Halloween!