LILAC
[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.]
Light the lanterns.
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.]
Light the lanterns.
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The room with the book?
[LET'S GO]
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YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH]
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[For a change, everything is very well lit in the library. Books lay scattered throughout the room, torn and ruined, wind and rain beating down on them through smashed windows. The pumpkin is not in sight, you’ll have to search for it.]
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OKAY GOING THROUGH THE BOOKS]
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—Hey! Deuce, Clover!
[REACHINGGGG FOR THE GLITTERING KEY. TRYING HER HARDEST.]
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[kind of. . . .relaxed tho. . . . . . . . .]
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[why are you relaxed 8|]
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[reaching out to grab it, okok] What happened, where'd these come from anyway?
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[ quick, quick! there's still more room to search for the pumpkin! ]
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come out come out wherever you are sir pumpkin]
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[ Go, find matches! Maybe try that giant desk int he corner? ]
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H-hurry!
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...find a way out to the pumpkin! ]
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