bakerstreet | the dollhouse meme

It arrived as a gift, though there's no way to tell who sent it. "A dollhouse? Who sends a dollhouse?" But you've opened it anyway, and now nothing is the same.

The Dollhouse Meme
In whatever setting, for whatever reason, your character has received an enchanted dollhouse. Much like Pandora's Box, opening the house unleashes a flood of magic, transforming them into a doll. Is it a quick transformation? A slow one? Will your character be able to retain their sense of self with a body made of cloth or plastic? And what about the other person? A concerned friend perhaps, horrified at the nature of the transformation and hoping to break the curse? Or were you instead the one who arranged to eliminate a rival? What will you do with your new living toy?

Please remember to state preferences in the body of your original comment! It's important to remain respectful to everyone's particular limits. This meme is open to smut or non-smut options, so be sure to state which you are looking for.

Pick an option, or have an RNG link if you prefer.

01. Baby Doll - Baby needs to be held and cared for. It certainly cannot walk on its own, or even feed itself. It needs a patient Mommy or Daddy to take care of it and teach it all about the world.

02. Barbie Doll/Ken Doll - Barbie has fun! Barbie has spunk! Barbie is tanned and plastic and always ready to slip into the tallest high heels! She loves to dress in all kinds of clothes and wear lots of makeup and smile! She's just not so smart. Math is hard, okay? Her friend Ken also loves to dress nice and smile, driving around in his fancy car and never doing anything that involves serious thought!

03. Blowup Doll - A smooth-skinned lightweight utility designed for primarily for raw use. As it is an inflatable model, conversation would be sparse.

04. Mannequin - The art model. It's fully poseable, with articulation lines running along all its important joints. But the mannequin is intended for display. With bondage more intimate than the tightest ropes, this doll is rendered incapable of more resistance than a handful of muffled noises while being posed and manipulated at its owner's will.

05. Porcelain Doll - The delicate decoration, white-skinned and fragile. Though this model lacks the ability to bear rough handling, it is the perfect armpiece, speaking softly and deferring to its owner in all things, a model of the Victorian angel in the house.

06. Rag Doll - Comfort is the nature of this doll. It's been stuffed from head to toe, in a cozy felt body with soft yarn hair. It won't be a terribly dexterous model, lacking the detail for proper fingers, and the button eyes may prove disturbing for some, but for good times and bad it can be the best friend a doll can provide.

07. Real Doll - The android. This doll has been constructed of the finest in modern technology. It has been programmed literate in any field, sculpted to look like a perfect human figure, flawless latex covering unbreakable steel. Welcome to the uncanny valley, Master. How may I serve you?

08. Voodoo Doll - The vengeance doll. This doll is thoroughly featureless and lacking will and autonomy. It exists to be caused pain. Had a bad day at work? Prick your voodoo doll and wish harm on your boss. Stuck in traffic too long? Take out your aggressions on your doll. Perhaps in time, your doll will even come to enjoy the beatings. Filled with real blood or a stuffing alternative, at the buyer's discretion.

09. Another Doll There are plenty of other doll-type figures out there. Scarecrow? Amigurumi figure? Paper doll? Go wild! (Or feel free to adjust one of the given options to suit you.)

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[[ because she's kind of been there, done that, bought the t-shirt. /sob ]]

[Everything goes!]

[These disturbances were getting bad. Alchemy was scary stuff in the wrong hands... And there was only one crazy energy-bending alchemist in these parts. She at least had enough savvy to hunt off most people's territory these days, but she had been inching towards his again. And this morning he had found one of her victims -- and it was undoubtedly her work -- just within his borders. Whether she had chased there or killed there or was baiting him he didn't yet know, but he had contacted her. He at least respected her enough to give her a warning. He had picked the time, she the place... and now he was off his territory in an abandoned warehouse with only his sword and the fact he had given her little prep time to protect him.

Unless, of course, getting him alone had been her intention from the beginning... Prince is distracted from his train of thought by a clattering behind him. He wheels about, hand on his sword, to find... a dollhouse. It's lovely, but weird. He steps towards it, cautious, before nudging it with the tip of his sword. Nothing. A quick kick. Nothing. So he opens it with the tip of his sword.

There's a bright flash, and his sword clatters to the ground as he lifts his arms to block the light. When it fades, the dollhouse is closed again, and something feels... off. He picks up his sword, but can barely do so. His joints feel bizarrely stiff.]

Hello again, my little white-haired darling.

[Syre's voice is lilting and song-like, a humor in her words.]

It's nice to see you again so soon. Did you enjoy my present?

Edited 2012-10-11 01:27 (UTC)

[So. She's here after all, and he's at a disadvantage. His body is starting to feel numb, as well as stiffer that it already was. It takes a lot more effort than it should for him to turn to face her, but he still does, scowling all the while.]

For once, I hope you mean the corpse... Is this your doing, too?

[He gestures at the dollhouse. Or rather, tries to. His arm is barely responsive anymore, and only lifts a little bit in the direction of the bizarre toy.]

Oh, I mean both, don't you worry.

[The alchemy needed to set up the dollhouse trap took a lot out of her. Judging by the eager tone she uses by speaking, she's fed quite a lot while waiting.]

Oh, it's certainly working as intended. I get you all to myself this evening, how delightful!

I see someone's got a lot of energy.

[It was getting hard to speak, too. He could barely enunciate; even his throat felt stiff at this point, while other parts were completely numb, especially around his arms. Prince couldn't feel his hands at all, couldn't move his arms, and when he looked down at them -- a task much harder than it should have been, because his neck did not want to seem to bend -- he noticed a something. It looked like a crack, running around his wrists. As he watched, it widened slightly, and he got a strange, almost tickly sensation as something in the joint itself shifted. He looked back up at her, panicked.]

... What have you done to me?!

[A manic laugh leaves Syre's lips, her smile widening.]

What do you think? A dollhouse needs dolls, you know. Might as well start my collection with a one-of-a-kind piece...

You're sick.

[The words are soft and indistinct, mumbled through hardening lips. He want to charge her, to rend her limb from limb, but his own refuse to obey. He can feel them again, but not in the classical sense. It's more like the ghost feelings of a lost limb than anything; tingling electric itchiness without function. He can barely move at all, let alone attack, so he just narrows his eyes and glares.]

Ah, do you not like that idea?

[A laugh, sarcastic and cruel, as she steps forward and takes Prince's arm into her hand.]

I'll have you know I take care of my toys.

!!!!

[He makes a tiny surprised meep-sound at her hand on his arm. Is she going to drain him again? He's not sure if he can deal with that on top of this... Or maybe that's what she wants. To finally pin him down and finish him off. It's not like he can move or resist her, aside from moving his eyes to look at her hand. Is it glowing?]

[No, her hand isn't glowing -- she's not going to ruin the fun by sucking the life out of her little plaything so soon.]

[Instead, she'll just be messing with Prince's ball-jointed arm, bringing it to his chest as though making him swear allegiance.]

'Oh, Syre! My glorious commander! I would give my very life to serve you!'

[She chuckles at her little game of play-pretend, her eyes glinting as she stares Prince in the eye.]

[He doesn't try to speak anymore, but he's clearly not amused. He's glaring as hard as he can at her. However, as she watches, his expression softens, relaxing and setting into place in a more neutral position. The only thing that betrays his anger is the dark rage, still burning in his eyes, but soon even those begin to gloss over, and the only place he can express his outrage is in his head.]

Hahaha... you must be quite displeased, I imagine.

[A smile creeps upon her face, twisted and dark, as she rests her hand on his shoulder now.]

You know what I loved doing, when I was just learning anatomy? I would take dolls apart, limb by limb, and study each piece...

[The barest of twitches rattles his frame, the full extent of control he has over this new body. Her hand on him feels... strange. Almost like someone touching your hair, or something you're holding. She is touching him, but it feels like the pressure is indirect. He wonders briefly if he would even feel the pain if she started draining him now, or if he would just slip into the darkness without sensation.

Her words snap him out of his morbidity. They're clearly a threat. His glassy eyes swivel to look at her hand, so close to the joint that is all that's holding his arm to his body. He's painfully aware, in that moment, that if she decided to take him apart, there would be nothing he could do to stop her.]

[Her fingers wrap tightly around his upper arm as her grip on his shoulder strengthens. Her gaze is almost predatory, her eyes gleaming both with her stored energy and her eagerness to act.]

I wonder... just how badly it would hurt. [There's an edge to her words as her eyes lock on his.] Don't you?

Mmm!

[He wants to shriek at her. To chop off her head with the sword still gripped in his now-solid right hand. But he can't even move his lips enough to let out more than a half-strangled hum of a yelp, let alone swing his arm. He's trapped in his own body, at her mercy, and hating every second of it.]

the dollhouse meme

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