COPPER ROSE
[When the shadows clear, your team stands unharmed in a fancy bedroom. There are sharp knives, similar to the ones in the ghost you just saw, scattered throughout the room. They are stuck fast in the walls, the ground, the bedposts, no amount of force can pull them free. The sheets of the bed are soaked in blood.
Over on the dressing table sits a jack-o-lantern that lights itself once you look at it, smoke rising from the flame into the shapes of people, acting out the scene of a memory in the room.
A young woman is getting ready for the ball, dressed in her very finest silks with her hair being styled neatly in place. The little girl doing her hair, perhaps ten years old, fumbles her fingers. She tugs on the hair slightly, dislodging some clips, and the woman starts screaming at her. ‘Clumsy little oaf!’. The girl is kicked out of the room, the young woman insisting on doing it herself and muttering about useless staff. After a moment of this there’s a flash of light that streaks toward the bed. The woman jumps up, startled, and investigates what happened. There is a knife stuck in the bedpost. Several more flashes of light appear behind her and she turns, horrified, to see them all aimed at her. She tries to scream, and the smoke disappears abruptly as all the knives come hurtling towards her.]
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Over on the dressing table sits a jack-o-lantern that lights itself once you look at it, smoke rising from the flame into the shapes of people, acting out the scene of a memory in the room.
A young woman is getting ready for the ball, dressed in her very finest silks with her hair being styled neatly in place. The little girl doing her hair, perhaps ten years old, fumbles her fingers. She tugs on the hair slightly, dislodging some clips, and the woman starts screaming at her. ‘Clumsy little oaf!’. The girl is kicked out of the room, the young woman insisting on doing it herself and muttering about useless staff. After a moment of this there’s a flash of light that streaks toward the bed. The woman jumps up, startled, and investigates what happened. There is a knife stuck in the bedpost. Several more flashes of light appear behind her and she turns, horrified, to see them all aimed at her. She tries to scream, and the smoke disappears abruptly as all the knives come hurtling towards her.]
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RULES
It’s possible for your character to skip a room without facing the monster out the door they came, but that means you won’t get the memory and the victim will be mad at you. You only get ONE SKIP, if you try a second time she will attack.]
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How do we turn this thing on?
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Maybe it's hidden behind books on the shelves?
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[shrugs and starts pulling some down, anxious to just keep moving]
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Uhm. Is your leg bleeding or . . . ?
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[flings one of the books with a lot more force than necessary]
That's what happens when glass snakes try to burrow into your skin; something about trying to drill through your flesh just makes blood start coming up, don't ask me I never did that AP Anatomy shit.
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Who killed me?
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[SORRY, DISTRACTED FROM ANSWERING--seems to be reacting badly to all this shadow touching and shadow portaling]
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