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hellhouse2019-06-23 04:51 pm
abigdarkroom) wrote in hellhouse2019-06-23 04:51 pm
Entry tags:
[Action + Accidental Audio]
Who: Lydia Deetz + OTA
Where: First Floor Dining room
When: Morning of the 23rd
Warnings: Updated as needed
Notes: Because she came in alone this tag is open to Action and Audio!
Dropping the fork, Lydia blinked the fog away, looking around the dining room in confusion. When did she get here? Why was she here? Looking down she saw she was in a bat winged formal dress, striped black and white leggings and some ridiculously tall shoes that looked like her step mother had designed them.
Slipping her shoes off she held them with one hand and started to stand, looking around the place. "Hello? Is... anyone there?" She called out to whoever might hear. That was when she noticed her arm. Her hand reached to try and pull it off, but it was stuck in her arm itself. She had no idea what it was, because after all, cell phones in her time were still brick sized.
While pulling at the thing in her arm she kicked it to Audio on mistake. There is the sound of someone struggling a bit, then a huff of a breath. "Great." She said slowly, a soft distaste for whatever this thing is. "Where am I?" She said out loud, catching on the device in her arm for anyone to hear.
Walking from the dining room she found a kitchen. That wasn't helpful at all. "Hello?!" She called out louder, still catching on the device in her arm. "Is anyone here?"
Where: First Floor Dining room
When: Morning of the 23rd
Warnings: Updated as needed
Notes: Because she came in alone this tag is open to Action and Audio!
Dropping the fork, Lydia blinked the fog away, looking around the dining room in confusion. When did she get here? Why was she here? Looking down she saw she was in a bat winged formal dress, striped black and white leggings and some ridiculously tall shoes that looked like her step mother had designed them.
Slipping her shoes off she held them with one hand and started to stand, looking around the place. "Hello? Is... anyone there?" She called out to whoever might hear. That was when she noticed her arm. Her hand reached to try and pull it off, but it was stuck in her arm itself. She had no idea what it was, because after all, cell phones in her time were still brick sized.
While pulling at the thing in her arm she kicked it to Audio on mistake. There is the sound of someone struggling a bit, then a huff of a breath. "Great." She said slowly, a soft distaste for whatever this thing is. "Where am I?" She said out loud, catching on the device in her arm for anyone to hear.
Walking from the dining room she found a kitchen. That wasn't helpful at all. "Hello?!" She called out louder, still catching on the device in her arm. "Is anyone here?"
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