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hellhouse2019-06-10 10:28 am
morethanbark) wrote in hellhouse2019-06-10 10:28 am
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WHO: Sandor Clegane, Kaylee Frye, and Kate Danvers
WHAT: introductions and associated confusion
WHERE: second floor dining room
WHEN day 1, late morning
WARNINGS: Clegane has a mouth like a trucker, I'm sure other stuff will crop up too
Sandor wakes up with a start in a strange room with strange faces, sat in a chair at a table, a shout in his throat. He looks around with wary eyes, no trace of King's Landing, or what was left of it, in sight but something strung tight around his throat. It takes him a couple attempts to pull it off but he does eventually, throws the scrap of fabric onto the table with an irritated grumble. Nothing makes sense, which only succeeds in making him edgy, but when he moves to stand, there's no armor. No sword, only strange clothes made from strange fabric and a lingering feeling like all of this is Wrong.
He'd say it must be a dream, but it feels too real for that, and the only dreams he ever remembers are filled with fire. Everything's mixed up anyway.
The voice interrupts his ruminations, lays out everything, not that it's much. He can't find the source, although it's not for lack of trying, there's nobody else talking he can trace it to, only a box and that doesn't seem to make much sense. But it falls silent sooner or later.
Looking around the room, he sees two women seated at the table too, not that he recognizes either of their faces.
"Who in the seven hells are you?"
WHAT: introductions and associated confusion
WHERE: second floor dining room
WHEN day 1, late morning
WARNINGS: Clegane has a mouth like a trucker, I'm sure other stuff will crop up too
Sandor wakes up with a start in a strange room with strange faces, sat in a chair at a table, a shout in his throat. He looks around with wary eyes, no trace of King's Landing, or what was left of it, in sight but something strung tight around his throat. It takes him a couple attempts to pull it off but he does eventually, throws the scrap of fabric onto the table with an irritated grumble. Nothing makes sense, which only succeeds in making him edgy, but when he moves to stand, there's no armor. No sword, only strange clothes made from strange fabric and a lingering feeling like all of this is Wrong.
He'd say it must be a dream, but it feels too real for that, and the only dreams he ever remembers are filled with fire. Everything's mixed up anyway.
The voice interrupts his ruminations, lays out everything, not that it's much. He can't find the source, although it's not for lack of trying, there's nobody else talking he can trace it to, only a box and that doesn't seem to make much sense. But it falls silent sooner or later.
Looking around the room, he sees two women seated at the table too, not that he recognizes either of their faces.
"Who in the seven hells are you?"
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Kate looked over to Kaylee and shrugged casually. "Yeah, my family will be pissed that I'm gone. They're probably already looking for whoever did it." And that person was going to need an angel to save them. Though she doubts an angel would.
Turning her attention back to the door, she pushes it open forcefully, causing it to hit against the wall. Only it doesn't make a sound, because before them is an entire room that is just one giant padded cell.
"Well," she says, the hairs on the back of her neck standing up. "That is a special level of distrubing."