hellhouse | [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?"

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Hello? Yes! I'm, I suppose new. New to this place. Where am I? What do you men trapped?

[She asked, staring down at her arm as someone was talking back through it. Surprised by this. Did Beetlejuice do something to her again or was it something else...]

According to the recording we got when we first got here, Hell House, apparently. I mean we can't get out. We've been trying for weeks.

I'm Rikki. What's your name?

I heard that, but that doesn't really mean much to me. It sounds like a haunted house theme name or a New York Club. [She said calmly, still looking around the dining room slowly.] Weeks? You've just been stuck in a house for weeks?

I'm Lydia.

Fair enough, I suppose. It didn't mean anything to Ben and me, either. But yeah, a few weeks at least. The days sort of bleed together, though, so I could be off...

Sorry to hear that you're here, Lydia.

So they really did mean we're trapped here. How curious. I wonder if this is a bit like the afterlife.

Sorry to hear you've been trapped here as well, Rikki.

Yeah, they did. You're not the first person to say something like that and that's actually making me really uneasy...

( a lot more uneasy than she's willing to admit, but to say the least, she's horribly uncomfortable thinking that there's at least two people now who think they've died. )

Thanks. Me, you, and loads of others. We just have to keep trying. We'll get out.

I don't think there is anything to worry about if we are dead, it's if we're not that it might be a problem. [She said calmly.] I've read The Handbook for the Recently Deceased. It doesn't mention anything about the living being able to cross over into the afterlife. I still feel alive at least.

[Morbid...]

Is there no front door?

( ...awkward... )

I'd really rather not be dead if it's all the same to you, mate.

Dunno, I haven't found a door that's led outside, yet. I've found doors to lots of places, a door that bites, but not a door that leads to the outside. You think we'd still be here if it was that easy? ( that last bit might have sounded a little bit put out. )

[Wont be the first time something awkward is said...]

If you asked me that a month ago, I wouldn't agree, but I'm with you on that now. I rather like living now.

I wasn't sure if we could get outside is all. I've foudn windows but I can't see through them. It seems odd. Biting doors seems odd as well though.

Well I, for one, don't remember dying so I'm inclined to think that I didn't. I don't think that's what this is.

There's nothing normal about this place. Doors on the floor. Portals that drop people from the ceiling and then disappear. This place is like a fun house from hell.

They say that the dead sometimes don't realize they are dead. I hope that isn't what this is though.

I've found a kitchen, but the strangest thing about it is the rotting pantry. I'm pretty sure there is a jar of eyes in there.

It's not, mate.

( She's completely unwilling to accept that. Rikki likes to think she would've remembered dying. )

Ew, are you joking? That's disgusting!

[In all her morbid curiosity inn the dead, she's also found herself glad to be alive? So she'd rather not this be the afterlife.]

I didn't stay in there too long. The stench of rotten food was over powering, but there were jars of... things. I wouldn't try to inspect it too well if I were you.

That is too gross. I wouldn't, believe me. That's not something you'll have to worry about.

It does make me curious to what else we might find in this place. Is it normal to find weird stuff like that? Perhaps I should be more careful in where I explore.

Part of me is curious, but not as big a part of me as the part that prefers survival. Things got pretty hairy when I first got here and I wasn't going 'round looking for trouble. I can't imagine we'll find anything we want to find ... just be careful, yeah?

Survival is a good thing. I've lived in a haunted house before. I'm wondering if that's what this is too. I'll be careful though. You as well.

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