[Final Day] Breaking & Entering

[arsgoetia]

After being hit by the door on the way . . . in, you force yourself into the sealed area and find yourself in a perfectly ordinary sitting room. There are portraits on the walls, and overstuffed chairs, and a big-ass rug, and a cold fireplace.

It's all very suspicious.

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[arsgoetia]

"Well, there has to be SOMETHING," Cady says, annoyed. "Where else should we search?"

[haspinkglasses.livejournal.com]

[looooking--]

Maybe under the rug?

[arsgoetia]

"Huh," she says, and pulls the corner of the rug up. "...Good call!"

There is a trap door under the rug.

[haspinkglasses.livejournal.com]

Let's see where this goes then.

[arsgoetia]

She tugs; the door comes up. "Looks like a drop," she says, and flicks her polearm so it folds down again into a cross. "I'll go first."

[haspinkglasses.livejournal.com]

Let me go first.

[arsgoetia]

"Oh, well, if you insist." She steps aside.

[haspinkglasses.livejournal.com]

[let's see how deep the demon hole goes]

[arsgoetia]

You land on a floor about 12 feet below in what seems to be a hallway. Depending on your balance from sore shoulders etc you may or may not fall on your ass.

[haspinkglasses.livejournal.com]

[my ass makes a good cushion]

[calls up] There's a hallway down here!

[arsgoetia]

Cady drops onto him. At least her butt has a fair bit of padding, though a knee probably gets you in the solar plexus.

[haspinkglasses.livejournal.com]

--oof!

[arsgoetia]

"Sorry!! I thought you'd moved," she says, kind of unrepentant.

She gets off you and looks around. It's a long narrow hall, apparently on the outside of the building as there is one window letting in early morning light. The window is, however, obviously not just locked but sealed shut with paint.

There are two doors, at either end of the hall. One is plain; the other is somewhat more decoratively carved.

[haspinkglasses.livejournal.com]

It's fine.

... so which door?

[arsgoetia]

"Ornate means cool things," she decides.

[haspinkglasses.livejournal.com]

[going to try the ornate door then!]

[arsgoetia]

The doorknob rattles.

But before you can offer gallantly to dislocate a shoulder you hear a click, as though someone unlocked it from the other side.

[haspinkglasses.livejournal.com]

...

[ooooppppens it]

[arsgoetia]

There is a woman standing on the other side, wearing a nightgown. She is in her mid or late thirties. She has long blond hair with some gray in it, held back in a ponytail, and her feet are bare.

"Oh," she says, surprised, "More guests."

[haspinkglasses.livejournal.com]

uhh... Hello, m'am.

[arsgoetia]

"Hello," she says. "Do you want to come in?" She looks back over her shoulder. "No, I won't ignore you," she tells someone in the room.

Cady glances at Banjou. "Yyyes," she says. "I'd love to come in. Thanks, Ma'am."

[haspinkglasses.livejournal.com]

--Sure, thanks...

[going to walk in then]

[arsgoetia]

It is a nice cozy room with a lovely big bed, a nice fireplace (on, this time), a big full-length mirror, several armchairs, a table, and a teaset with two cups poured. One is placed next to the mirror. There is nobody else where.

"Would you like tea?" the woman offers. "I'm Lucille."

[haspinkglasses.livejournal.com]

I'm Kizaki Banjou, and I'm fine, thanks.

[arsgoetia]

"Me too," Cady says. "Just ate. Drank."

"Oh, very well," the woman says, and goes to sit next to the mirror. "And this is -- what did you say your name was?"

The old, smeared, dirty mirror does not respond.

"Oh, yes, of course," the woman murmurs.