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Foolish Mortals Mod Account ([personal profile] grimgrinningghosts) wrote in [community profile] foolishmortalsooc2017-03-16 11:30 pm
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Due to both player interest and murdergame newbies who might be curious about how they'd play in the more intense settings, we've decided to open up an official test drive. This is in lieu of a mock trial, as we know a good deal of players are considering testing out multiple muses before the game start. This test drive will remain open until the game itself opens in June.

Foolish Mortals is, of course, open to Disney characters only - and the same rules apply here. Characters who don't fit this criteria may find themselves being removed from the test drive, for consistency purposes. If you have any questions, please feel free to consult our FAQ here. Please list your character's name (canon also recommended) in the header of your top-level prompt.

Here are some examples to get you started:

1 - Waking Up
You find yourself awoken in a dreary little bed that creaks and squeaks far too much for your liking. The room is run-down and decrepit, and cobwebs practically coat the particularly tacky wallpaper. It's...unnerving, to say the least, and you should probably get out of there. Sadly, it doesn't look like the rest of the mansion is any cleaner, but...perhaps you'll find others in similar circumstances?

2 - Killing Time
If we must kill something, it might as well be your boredom. It doesn't seem, however, that the mansion has quite a lot to offer in the way of entertainment. There's an old projector with creepy silent film reels, a ballroom, a portrait gallery, a conservatory (filled with dead plants) and...a seance room. Might be best to stay away from that one, especially since it feels like you're being watched...

3 - Happy Haunts
There's...stillness in the air. Occasionally, you might notice some sort of unexplainable oddity. A piano might begin to play itself in your presence, or dishes and silverware might reaarange themselves when you're not looking. The eyes on portraits might even follow you around, until you notice them. Perhaps it's worth investigation, or perhaps you're better off just screaming and running away. Your call.

4 - Formal Ball
It should be known that your Ghost Host just loves throwing parties. Indeed, it appears that he's called a mandatory one in the ballroom...on Thursday night. You should throw on your best formal attire, and try to have a good time. It should be mentioned, of course, that the motive this week appears to be getting on everyone's nerves. It doesn't really help matters that it'd be so easy to take someone out if you just flipped the lights off...have fun.

5 - Body Discovery

The smell of deer carcass fills the air. Though you didn't know her very well, it appears that Bambi's Mom is dead, and one of you is responsible. Better investigate the mansion for clues, and hope you don't mess this up...

6 - Et Cetera, Et Cetera, Et Cetera
For all the prompts you want to do but we haven't listed.

Keep in mind that posting in the test drive does not represent a commitment to join our game. You're welcome to play here even if you can't app. Playing here does not guarantee a slot in the game, nor does it count as a reserve. However, you're welcome to use up to 20 comments here from your character on the test drive should you app them later, in lieu of a sample.

Remember, reserves for the game will be opening on June 2nd.

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[personal profile] trashcubes 2017-03-17 04:51 am (UTC)(link)
[killing time]

[There's really only one thing that Wall-e does to "kill time", and that's cleaning up garbage or playing with random things he finds. As such, it's easy to find Wall-E wandering around, picking random objects up and examining them, attempting to determine whether or not it's trash or worth keeping.

That is, until he reaches the room with the projector.]


[Despite the fact that the films that it plays are silent (and possibly creepy), Wall-e actually stops in it's tracks here and watches one of them play out. He seems to find it interesting enough to hold his attention, despite it not being Hello Dolly. If anyone comes in to join him, he will wave a hand at them, before then pointing to the screen inquisitively.

What is this movie that's playing on the screen right now, we're curious about it.]

[happy haunts]

[Wall-e is not used to ghost shenanigans, so when the piano starts playing by itself, or when he thinks he's noticed a portrait looking at him funny, he rolls back towards it and tilts his head at these things in confusion.

It's not until a sudden loud noise, whether it be from an object falling at random or a door suddenly slamming shut, causing the robot to yell in alarm and speed away from the noise... and right into whoever happens to be walking right by here.]
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[personal profile] sevenvaginas 2017-03-17 04:57 am (UTC)(link)

[this place isn't so bad. it's just a little bit... dreary. nothing a good cleaning won't fix!

today, Ariel is out in the halls with a bucket and a mop, sponging cobwebs off the walls. and she's doing a good job! until she turns around to clean the other side of the hall, and the cobwebs reform behind her back. and repeats. and repeats. and repeats.

it's been an hour.]


[Ariel is almost never not moving around quickly, usually in a clumsy and dangerously unsteady way. today, she's careening about even worse, and for one reason: she is currently in hot pursuit of a set of fine china, which had started with a ghost trying to freak her out and had ended with said ghost hightailing it the fuck outta there while Ariel decided that she sure as fuck wasn't letting living dinglehoppers escape from her collection.]

Come back! I'm sorry for grabbing you like that! [and if she trips over her dumb human feet and crashes right into you well. eggs. omelets. the breaking of them.]
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Fiddleford Mcgucket | Gravity Falls

[personal profile] terribibble 2017-03-17 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
[A. Killing Time]

[The conservatory sounds almost nice until Fiddleford actually gets there and finds it just as dusty and cobweb-covered as everywhere else. At least there are no portraits to watch him here, which is a marked step-up over the rest of this place.]

Y'know I bet some of these'd perk right up with a little water...

[Look. Desperate, dogged, stupid optimism is all he has right now. He turns to look for a can, takes a single step, runs smack into an expansive spider web and screams like a little girl.]

[B. Body Discovery]

[This is... incredibly conflicting. On the one hand a dead deer isn't all that abhorrent to a country boy who grew up butchering his own pigs. On the other hand this dead deer could talk. So... yeah. Weird. He didn't like that the deer could talk but that wasn't really grounds for murder.

At least it being a deer means he isn't in complete hysterics like he would be if it was a human. Honestly he's more annoyed that whoever did this wasn't even intending to make use of the meat. What a waste. Is that wrong of him? He feels like it probably is kind of wrong, in a way. Sorry, Bambi's mom. Not his fault how he was raised.

He does know what a freshly-killed animal ought to look like, though. Are there any bullet-holes? Stab wounds?]
returntodarkness: (♥ From those dark depths are hearts born)

[personal profile] returntodarkness 2017-03-17 05:42 am (UTC)(link)
[I. Waking Up ]

[ There is a heaviness to him when he awakens that there shouldn't be. His first thought is to simply become incorporeal. But there is something wrong. He cannot blend with shadow like he could before. With a grunt, vivid golden eyes open and he raises a hand to the ceiling. ...What's happening...? ]

Where is my strength...?

[ It's almost as if he were human again. Did he not shed that form long ago for the positives this would give? Slowly, he pushes himself off the bed. And then he hovers. Strange. Is this only as far as he can go? A bit forward and he plummets, boot landing on the floor. ...Who did this to him? ]

...So. There is one who thinks they can bind me in mortal flesh? I must have words with this insolent...

[ He clenches a fist then releases it. Fine. Fine. Let's continue onward and investigate. ]

[ II. Body Discovery ]

[ Now that he's more used to his more... Mortal limitations, and he knows the vague rules of this place, he doesn't mind investigating the body that's been discovered. He's formerly a brilliant scientist, after all. He knows anatomy. So, then, he's going to kneel, keeping him gloves on so that he doesn't obscure anything. ]

...Why would one murder a deer? Could they not hope to end the life of any of the others here...?
Edited 2017-03-17 05:42 (UTC)
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mr. toad | adventures of ichabod and mr. toad/mr. toad's wild ride

[personal profile] motormania 2017-03-17 06:26 am (UTC)(link)

I say, horsey, up! Come on, come on!

[the horse in question happens to be incorporeal, and the cart he's attached to isn't so much a carriage as it is a very antiquated hearse. you know, the kind that's chilling right outside the mansion's entrance. and in the driver's seat is this little fellow, a toad in a waistcoat who isn't the slightest bit perturbed by the ghostly animal who, by the sound of things, isn't the least bit pleased by this arrangement. it's invisible, but the way the bit and bridle are moving suggests that it's shaking its head back and forth, which makes sense with all the snorting noises it's making.

not one to be discouraged, Toad continues to shake the reins and hop around in the driver's seat even as the horse lowers itself to the ground, stubbornly sitting still right where it is.]

...Oh poo. You're no fun. [Toad frowns reproachfully, cupping his cheek with one hand as he thinks of ways to get the animal moving again.] I don't have any carrots on me if that's what you're demanding.


[the unthinkable has happened. the day of atonement has finally come. everyone, say your prayers and repent for your crimes because judgment is finally upon you.

Toad has managed to find a motor car. a motor car with gas.]

Ahahahahaha! [the old timey honk of a horn echoes throughout the graveyard.] Out of the way, nincompoops! Poop poop!

[now, don't ask how he got his hands on this instrument of death. maybe he managed to get one of the brainier living inhabitants of the mansion to cobble together an engine to install in the hearse outside. maybe he found it in whatever passes for a basement here in the mansion. maybe the Mastermind decided things weren't moving as quickly as they'd have hoped and got the bright idea to kill a few birds with one stone, talking or otherwise. either way, it's happening, it's here, and from the looks of things as Toad races through the graveyard in his car, he's not about to stop until a) he runs out of gas, or b) someone calls the cops to pull him over. the ghost cops.]

How'dya like THAT, spirits?! [—said as he zooms past that one opera singer ghost, eliciting a very started shriek as she topples over, among other assorted gasps from a few nearby ghosts.] Few are as frightening as the fearless Toad of Toad Hall! Toad, the undaunted! Toad, lord of the road!

[save yourselves!!]
Edited 2017-03-17 06:32 (UTC)
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Jiminy Cricket | Disney's Pinnochio

[personal profile] whistlenotchirp 2017-03-17 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
Killing Time

[So here's the thing. Crickets live about three months, tops. He's already spent his equivalent of the twenties on the road, seen the sights, made mistakes, and experienced life. Oh and the last thing he remembers is leaving his wood friend in an illegal donkey kidnapping ring. So he's seen a lot.

But now he's trapped in a strange murder building, he's almost a month and a half old, and he's kind of losing his mind right now.

Which brings us to an anxious cricket struggling to stay still as he watches one of these moving picture shows. He never saw one of these in 1883 Italy, but he can catch up. He can be hip and cool with the modern generation. He's not falling behind in the world at all.

Formal Ball

[Jiminy still isn't 100% used to this fancy outfit he's been sporting. It was a gift from the Blue Fairy and he's been working hard to maintain it for her. Once every possible trace of dirt or fluff has been removed, Jiminy proudly hops around the ballroom, showing off... the same suit he's been wearing every single day.

Listen he's trying to keep a good attitude about all this and being a braggart is the best way to go about it.

Body Discovery

[The stench of animal death is overpowering and about as unsettling as Jiminy expected. He'd been pretty lucky in avoiding insect death, considering how easy it is to get stepped on.

Mrs. Bambi's Mom was a good lady. A caretaker and a mother, keeping children safe and properly informed. Those are values that Carlo Collodi, writer of the original Pinocchio Jiminy holds dear.

Reluctantly, he hops closer to get an unfortunately detailed look at the damage.
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[personal profile] pardonmylanguage 2017-03-17 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
Happy Haunts

I'm going to exorcise all of you! [Tip is chasing after an instant camera that's floating through the air.]

Formal Ball

[Tip is wearing the least puffy dress she could find. It's dark blue, and comes down to about her knees. At least she can move about freely enough in it. Still, she's feeling paranoid about everything going on, so she can probably be found near the drink table, slowly sipping at a cup of water.] you think those photos were real?

Wrong Genre Savvy

[Tip is on the ground floor right now, poking at the floor and the walls near the floor.] Come has to be here somewhere! If we can find that control room we can find a way out!
Edited 2017-03-17 06:41 (UTC)
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Basil, the Great Mouse Detective

[personal profile] worldstiniestviolin 2017-03-17 09:45 am (UTC)(link)
[Moving eyes on a portrait... unusual, yes, but not entirely out of the norm of what Basil has previously investigated. He has climbed up on one of the busts in the hall, carefully looking at the portrait in question to see if the eyes will give him access to - no doubt - the peephole behind, and thus further clues as to who has created this ... phantasmagoria that people seem to consider an actual haunted house]

[Not that any such thing truly exists, he thought. No, logic dictated otherwise]

Curious... there seems to be no markings, but there must be something...

[It was the smell that caught him first. He carefully walked around the body, looking at it from all angles before speaking out loud. Perhaps to himself, perhaps to anyone who comes near. He is clearly deep in thought, either way]

Doe, of mothering age... One child, judging by current body shape. By the smell, dead ... a few hours perhaps. No clear sign of possible cause which leads to believe... internal. Poison? Too wide, must find a way of narrowing it down...

[Basil has found the library. You can watch him all you want, ghosts, he will be carefully inspecting the books]
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Lady Eboshi | Princess Mononoke

[personal profile] powertobite 2017-03-17 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
2 - Killing Time

[The inconvenience of this strange mansion is not without its diversions, it must be said, and Lady Eboshi can be found lingering in any one of them, but none are so intriguing as the projector room. In silent study with a somewhat furrowed brow, she tests how the film reels move, how the light turns on, the switches and gears - while she's not too familiar with this sort of machinery, it's clear she's had experience handling some things, because she's not giving up until she can get one of the movies to play.] it moves this way, and...

[Want to watch her struggle for a while, or are you kind enough to give a lady a hand?]

4 - Formal Ball

[Sure, the motive is beastly, but is Lady Eboshi ruffled? Not that any of you can tell. She's dressed quite nicely and holds herself with a poised air. She may not be dancing, but she'll greet anyone who looks her way with a genteel smile.]

Enjoying the festivities?

[She seems fine enough to hang around with, but do be warned that underneath all that silk, she's packing steel. You don't come to something like this in such a place unarmed, after all, do you?]

5 - Body Discovery

...What a shame. Poor thing.

[Lady Eboshi has knelt by the slain doe, mouth set as she carefully takes stock of the injuries. Dead animals aren't an unfamiliar sight - people need to eat after all, and forests aren't cleared without bloodshed - but the deer hadn't done a single one of them harm. If you seem faint or disgusted, she'll part with the body to usher you someplace less corpse-y, but if you've got the stomach to handle a carcass, she'll welcome the help.]
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Sally | The Nightmare Before Christmas

[personal profile] darnsitall 2017-03-17 09:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Killing Time

[Where else would you find Sally but the conservatory? She's happily humming a song while watering the very dead flowers. She even re-pots one certain dead plant that was outgrowing its original pot before it withered. Should... somebody tell her it's not going to help?]

Happy Haunts

[Sally loiters in the portrait gallery, completely unfazed by the flickering lights and the breeze that seems to come from nowhere, rustling her skirt and her long hair. It's only when one of the portraits of a surly old man turns its eyes on her that she gasps.]

...Excuse me! It's rude to stare!

[Not expecting that kind of response, the portrait's eyes snap shut.]

Formal Ball

[If there's one thing that the denizens of Halloween Town know how to do better than scaring the pants off people, it's party. Sally is here wearing a striped number of her own design. She looks around the room excitedly before spotting you and running over.]

Come on, let's dance the night away!
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Wendy Corduroy

[personal profile] kindaruledatit 2017-03-17 10:10 pm (UTC)(link)

[If the group must stay here for the foreseeable future, then at least their stupid captors were kind enough to leave them with some entertainment.

Today, for an hour or so already, Wendy's planted her butt in the film room, spending her day reclined and diving through the old film reels; movies of trains moving, and horses racing, and all of it's silent.

But hey, it reminds her of home.


[Wendy leans back against one of the walls of the ballroom, content to watch the rest of the room and get involved in their captor's crummy excuse for a party as little as possible. But she has decided to dress formally for this.

She's... wearing the exact same clothes as she normally does, with the addition of simple, black bowtie around her neck.

Pure class.


[Naturally, the rank scent of blood in the air is sure to draw attention no matter where you happen to be at the time.

That means Wendy comes running latter then the rest, and skids to a stop right before the corpse, holding her nose. She fought off a gagging sensation in her throat, trying to use her anger to swallow it.

Aww, yuck, man! I thought we all agreed that hunting the deer was a no-go!
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Tamatoa | Moana

[personal profile] decopod 2017-03-17 10:28 pm (UTC)(link)
Killing Time
[ Did you ever see an 11 feet tall sparkly crab in a portait gallery? Did you want to? Actually, you're not getting a say in the matter. Tamatoa is here and he's very, very hard to overlook. ]

What's the point of keeping so many pictures of puny humans around? They're not even pretty. Actually the whole paintings aren't pretty - way too dark, those colors, nothing is... vibrant.

[ Tamatoa hasn't been an art critic until this very second, but feel free to consider him a professional. Shh. ]

Formal Ball
[ Tamatoa isn't particularly worried about this motive or anything much. He may have been shrunken down to an annoying level, but he has a shell and everyone else here... kind of doesn't have that. He knows he's more likely to be culprit than target and that's what matters.

So he's going to enjoy himself.

He's dancing.

Sorry to whoever else was on the dance floor and now constantly has to make room to let a swirling giant crab pass by. ]

Body Discovery

Sooo... is anyone eating that? Because if we leave her here to rot that's going to get nasty and I could use the snack.
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[personal profile] truecalling 2017-03-17 10:51 pm (UTC)(link)
waking up.


[From one of the rooms comes a bump, a creak and the sound of feet pounding on the floor. One minute she's running to look for a window and the next she's throwing herself across the room to the door. It's like she's been lit on fire, the way she moves, whipping her head out the door to look down the hall the moment she's got the door open.

Not that it's doing her a lot of good. But at least she might find someone this way. And maybe they might know a thing or two about. Well. She'd take anything right about now.

Oh, uh. [Moana laughs sheepishly, pushing her hair out of her face.] ...hey! What's... what's going on? What is this place?

killing time.

[Admittedly it doesn't take long for Moana to start feeling restless. She can't stand being cooped up, but there's not a thing she can do about it. So instead she spends her time exploring. In the portrait gallery, she studies the images, running her hands over them like she would the images painted or sewn into canvas or on stone walls. They're smooth but dusty.

The conservatory makes her face fall a little, gentle hands reaching out to touch wilted plants with a sad look on her face.

She doesn't know WHAT to do with the projector. Although she has a good time pushing buttons and turning the reels of movies in her hands, trying to figure out how they work.

formal ball.

[Moana has never seen anything like this. It's fascinating-- would be more so if it weren't for the... everything else. Not to mention the timing has everyone a little on edge.]

So uh... interesting party, huh? You'd never see anything like this on Motunui.

[She kind of looks like she wants to learn how you dance at these parties, from the way her eyes gleam in interest around the whole room. It's nothing like the stuff she knows and well-- she's here, right? It would be kind of cool.]
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Elsa | Frozen

[personal profile] defyingfrigidity 2017-03-17 11:48 pm (UTC)(link)

[Well... it looks like Elsa's made a friend, in the oddest of places.

She'd been scared of the ghosts a bit at first, like most of the others in the mansion. But the more she took notice of the odd things going on around the building, the less she was convinced that whatever spirits were living with them were evil. They just... seemed to want attention. So one day, in a lull between the murder and the horror, Elsa can be found in the music room, before the grand piano. At first it just seems like she's playing by herself, playing the same few bars twice before moving on with whatever song she's playing, but when one gets a little closer, they'll see that she's only playing the tune once. The next time it plays, her hands aren't even on the keys, though they still push down like something is playing with her.]

You seem to really like that song, don't you?


[Gee a murder possibly happening at a ball that doesn't sound familiar nah Balls... really aren't Elsa's thing. A whole lot of people all gathered in one room is enough to start to pick at her, and after everything that happened at her coronation, there... aren't really some good memories associated with parties like this. But the bright side to this one is that she isn't forced to be the center of attention, so she manages to relax a little!

... Of course, that doesn't mean she willingly lets herself be the center of attention. Elsa's off to the side of the room, wallflowering it up a bit. There's a light smile on her face though, as she watches the others mill about, so at least she doesn't seem bothered with the situation they've all sort of been forced into.

Would you like to approach...?]
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Captain Amelia | Treasure Planet

[personal profile] polysyllabics 2017-03-18 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
waking up

[ Creaking she's used to in beds, though it's been a few years at least now since she was promoted above cots. It's that which clues her in first that something's amiss. She doesn't sense any other physical presence in the room, which is good at least... so after a moment of investigating the room she heads out into the hallway. And if she encounters you and you look like a friendly enough sort, she'll approach. ]

Terribly sorry to ask, but have you been kidnapped as well, or are you a resident of this... haunt?

[ Ha. God this place is gross. ]

killing time

[ Well, Amelia has somehow procured a saber! Nothing nearly as fancy as she's used to, but making do with things she's not used to is half of what qualifies her for captaining! So before that formal ball business, she's going to go ahead and use the ballroom to keep in form and get used to the weight and such of her new companion! She's quite adept at this. ]

formal ball

[ Luckily, one of the perks of her position is she comes in a suit that can be worn to balls already! Military and all that. So Amelia takes it upon herself to sort of... prowl the edges of the party. Half to try to keep people safe, half to connect with others who aren't comfortable here. Balls have always been far too stuffy for her liking. ]
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body discovery

[personal profile] vitawny 2017-03-18 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Vitani doesn't care who killed this deer.

She only cares that they abandoned the carcass long enough for her to sidle up and start gnawing on it.
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Professor Padriac Ratigan | Great Mouse Detective

[personal profile] iamnotarat 2017-03-18 08:38 am (UTC)(link)
[Killing Time]

Well, killing time was tragic in its own right. He'd much rather be off killing...other things. Or at he very least trying to rebuild the shambles of his Criminal Empire, which was in shambles because of his ...apparent demise.

Still, there was not much else he could do at the moment.

The dapper, overly large ra--mouse--wandered into the conservatory. He was wearing a very fine suit, holding a top hat in his paws, with a red cape flapping roguishly behind him.

"Not the most cheerful place in the world, but not so bad for criminal activities," he chuckled quietly to himself, practically dancing through some dead peonies, his large tail dragging behind him.

[Body Discovery]

He was drawn by the familiar scent of death, though it didn't have the same certain smell as the usual rodent deaths. Well, the ones that Felicia hadn't eaten, anyway.

Hmm. He quite missed that cat.

Ratigan wrinkled his nose and approached the body carefully. He was a brilliant mastermind, and despite being a criminal, he could deduce just as quickly and easily as that miserable Basil of Baker Street.

Though, the means wasn't as in question, as was the motive. And was anyone else in any danger?

A great grin.

It seemed a new game had begun.
Edited 2017-03-18 09:42 (UTC)
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Miss Bianca | The Rescuers

[personal profile] rollerscoater 2017-03-19 01:11 am (UTC)(link)

[This is not her porcelain pagoda. Yes, that's from the books only, but I had to make the joke. Either way, Miss Bianca wakes up on a human-sized bed, which is alarming enough without all this other stuff going on.

She'll wander carefully out of the room and look up and around, slowly taking note of all the people. She raises a paw hesitantly, fully expecting anyone larger than her not to understand her or to freak out, but some humans do understand animals, so...]

Hello? Excuse me, could you please explain things here?


[Bianca sprays on a tiny bottle of perfume and tucks it into her coat before walking carefully into the ballroom. She quickly starts to climb on top of the nearest piece of furniture by the wall.]

Would anybody like to dance? I do wish it wasn't so hazardous, but you only live once, don't you?
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Benjamin Franklin Gates | that movie with the declaration

[personal profile] illstealit 2017-03-19 02:13 am (UTC)(link)
waking up

[ Hm. This is... not where he expected to wake up. It's not nearly as cold as where he last was, for one, and...

Regardless, Ben's quick to get ou- no wait he's pacing around the room and looking at every damn thing and muttering about the era of history it looks like it came from. Then he goes outside of his room. And... investigates the walls and furniture some more, um. He doesn't seem too bothered about being kidnapped until he sees someone else. And then he will approach, but keep in mind - this is kids movie Nic Cage, but it's still Nic Cage approaching you in a haunted house. ]

Uh... pardon me, but... do you happen to have any idea how we got here? As interesting as this place is, I have an expedition to get back to.

Et Cetera, Et Cetera, Et Cetera

[ Well, he decided to try his luck with regains today! And he got some sort of... tube? The kind of tube big enough to hold like. A poster.

From his expression when he opens it, what's inside is definitely not an ordinary poster. Um. Excuse him, he's going to run full-tilt back to his room. ]
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Naminé | Kingdom Hearts

[personal profile] chainbroke 2017-03-19 02:53 am (UTC)(link)
killing time
[ ... Well, there might not be a lot here in the mansion, but there's more than what Naminé is used to. Castle Oblivion didn't have much in the way of entertainment, but all of the entertainment here is... creepy... like those silent films. Naminé's thoroughly unsettled by them, but there has to be something good here... right? Sure.

... She pokes around in the seance room for a little while, too, before deciding it is definitely not for her, and she gets the heck out of dodge. Or catch her in the kitchen--she's had an appetite, strangely, since arriving here, so she's trying a lot of stuff... ]

formal ball
[ She doesn't know how to dance, but... why not? Naminé's opted to wear a simple white dress, which is exactly what she wore upon arriving here. Mostly she stays at the walls. Maybe convince her, somehow, to move away...?

... Or maybe the lights have gone out. She's staying close to the walls, still, but she manages to pluck up enough courage to step away and right into someone. Oops. ]
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The Mad Hatter | Alice in Wonderland/Disney Parks

[personal profile] cleancup 2017-03-19 08:44 pm (UTC)(link)

[Teatime! The Hatter might already be well known for his inane tea parties, but this seems deranged even by his standards. The teacups are floating about in the air at wild, with streams of tea forming skulls in the air. The Hatter says nothing of this, even as his oversized hat floats off of his head. That is, until the silverware starts to float away.]

Oh, look! The dish is running away with the spoon!

[So it is.]


[Wonderland is not a place where one sees much in the way of blood and guts. Even the queen's mass decapitations typically end with the victim's heads bouncing away and grumbling something about brilligs and slimy toves. The sight of the mutilated deer unnerves him greatly, for this reason.]

I suppose


Somebody else take this one, I'm going to go scream into my hat for an hour.
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Judge Doom | Who Framed Roger Rabbit?

[personal profile] notjustanytoon 2017-03-28 12:40 am (UTC)(link)

[Men like Judge Doom, men with vision, tend to be in control of their situations. To be placed in an ordeal where he's stripped of all power is truly audacious. As glamorous as this all might be, Doom is quick to call it when he sees it. This is a kidnapping situation, and kidnapping a government official warrants justice.

There's little to note about his surroundings outside the fact that he hobbles out of there as quickly as possible. After working in Toontown with the likes of Bugs Bunny and Droopy Dog, one tends to be desensitized by these sort of things. The house, as cartoonishly creepy as it might be, is nothing short of mundane to him. Upon reading the rules, however, he truly grows worried. As dignified as Doom carries himself, this is the first time where he feels that he doesn't have control of the situation. Had he been kidnapped as retribution for his own crimes?

No, that couldn't be it. He'll maintain the facade of stoicism for now. It's convenient for him, especially if others lurked about this realm.

So, Doom roams the place. Eyes peeled and scanning every room for details. The cane held in his right hand doubles as a swordstick - and he keeps it ready at all times. No telling what sort of maniac could be lurking around this anarchy-ridden hellhole...]


I would like to speak with you.

[No matter where you are, no matter what you're doing, you find yourself being cornered by the good judge. Someone has died, and Doom is seeking justice. His cape blows, despite the lack of wind, and he leans on his cane as he waits for a response.]
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J. Jonah Jameson | Marvel 616

[personal profile] cigarchomping 2017-03-28 06:57 am (UTC)(link)

[In every murdergame, there's always one person - an individual who seems to be so angry with their situation that they take it out on the people around them. Imagine the most frustrated individual you've ever seen, multiply the anger they were feeling by ten and you'll have Jameson at this very moment. He's yelling at nobody in particular, though won't hesitate to turn his attention to you if you step in his general direction.]

Do you know who you're dealing with here!? Nobody kidnaps J. Jonah Jameson and gets away with it! My lawyers'll be on you like friggin' dogs, you hear me!?

[With a cigar wedged in his mouth and his fist balled tight, he shakes it at anyone who steps his way. He yells all sorts of gibberish like the above, not stopping until he's interrupted.]


[JJ is a journalist, and goddamnit, he knows when this shit gets serious. He holds off the tasteless venison joke for now. That can wait till later.

The man has armed himself with a camera and is out photographing every stray bit of evidence he can find. He captures the body from every possible angle, and every little item that seems remotely out-of-place gets photographed.

He sits at a table, puffing at his cigar, looking over some polaroids. Jolly Jonah is in his element.]



[JJJ has retrieved something...interesting from the machine today. We're not very sure what this costume is supposed to be, but he manages to look both ecstatic and livid about it at the same time. If you approach him, he shakes the mask in your direction.]

You see, I told you that webslinging menace was involved, and now I've got the proof in my own goddamn hands!