lights out

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LIGHTS OUT
a dark room meme



Uh oh! Looks like something weird is happening, here! Did someone forget to pay the electricity bill? Or has that storm outside caused a blackout? Who knows! Reasoning aside, you are now trapped in darkness. You can't see anything, anything at all! And you can't even adjust to this darkness, for some reason! There's only black, black, black. Something about this room is odd, for certain!

How this is going to go down
♦ You will post as your character as ANON, because you're in the dark!
♦ There is no putting your character's name in the subject line. However, if you like, you can put your character's series/canon. It's no fun if you know who you're interacting with right away!
♦ You're free to set up your character fumbling around in the dark and such, just so you remember which comment is yours in this anon mess, if anything.
♦ Those who reply to you will roll the RNG for the specifics of the situation!
♦ Yay! In the dark shenanigans!!
♦ When you guys are ready, the lights go on, you can log into your character journals, and it's time to admire the awkward in the light.

♦ ONE: WHY IS IT SO SMALL AND CRAMPED IN THIS ROOM? Wait, this isn't a room, this is a closet. It looks like you've been locked inside for Seven Minutes in Heaven, or just for shits and giggles! The door doesn't seem to be opening, and it sounds like some ... Barry Manilow is playing? Oh, talk about awkward.
♦ TWO: BRR, WHY IS IT SO COLD? Looks like your clothes are missing! For some reason, you're only dressed in your underwear, or even commando if you feel like being really mean to your muse. Are you in bed with someone? Just can't find your clothes? Are THEY wearing your clothes? Up to you, because it really doesn't make it any less awkward.
♦ THREE: A LITTLE HANDSY: Did someone just cop a feel? There's a lot of accidental (or... not accidental groping going on, for whatever reason! Talk about an awkward situation, mmmhmm!
♦ FOUR: OOPS, STUCK! One of you is stuck somewhere in this room, and can't get out! Either in a hole in the floor or tied to a bed or something! Whatever you can think of! Hopefully the other person can help you out in the dark.
♦ FIVE: ON AND OFF! Rather than totally darkness, the lights are flashing on and off, creepily. And it looks like there might be monsters in there with you guys?! Or are those illusions?

If you don't want to roll the RNG, that's fine! Go ahead and create your own situation, if you'd like!

Have fun, everyone!

(originally posted here at memebells)

Comments

ANON. So anon it had to be in caps.

[(Anonymous)]

Oh for fuck's-- [There's a clatter as he bumps into something and causes it to fall over.] Whatever that was I hope it wasn't breakable or expensive.

Re: ANON. So anon it had to be in caps.

[(Anonymous)]

You should probably be feeling your way around carefully. I can't see to bandage your injuries.

Glass cuts are painful if infected.

[(Anonymous)]

Hey, I'm trying. It's really freaking dark though. I can't even see my hand in front of my face! -- I think that's my hand anyway.

[(Anonymous)]

Obviously. It's dark.
It's best to feel your way along a solid surface such as the floor or wall.

Careful.
[Of course, this would be the stranger masking their own fear of being in a dark, small room.]

[(Anonymous)]

As soon as I find a wall I'll do that. [And the second he says that? Bam. There's a wall.] Ow. Found one.

[(Anonymous)]

[There's a sigh.]

Idiot.
Next step is to find a door. You know, you turn the handle and it opens.

[(Anonymous)]

There is so no need for name-calling. I know what a door is, thanks.

[There's some less than pleasant muttering as he starts to feel his way along the wall.]

Why the hell aren't you looking -- er, feeling -- whatever?

[(Anonymous)]

I am.
I'm just being careful. I don't particularly want to cut my fingers on the glass vase you broke.

[(Anonymous)]

That was a vase? Huh. I still hope it wasn't expensive.

[Priorities, he has them.]

[(Anonymous)]

Hollow sound, long and narrow - hence a vase.
I haven't seen the rest of the house, I wouldn't know if it was expensive or not.

Have you found the door then?

[Feeling along the wall, hits a picture.]

I'd say we were in a study - which means there is most likely a desk in the center of the room, facing the door. Oh wonderful, things to trip over.

[(Anonymous)]

No. Does it sound like I found the door? Did I say, 'oh, yay, the door'?

[This is turning into a snark fest and it's totally not his fault.]

You mentioned bandaging my injuries. Are you a doctor?

[(Anonymous)]

I can't be a doctor if I don't have a certificate to be one. I am medically trained, but my friend is more qualified than I. I can bandage injuries if that's what you're asking.

[(Anonymous)]

Okay... [His hand brushes over a switch.] I think I just found a light switch. [Flip. Flip. Flipflipflip. Nothing happens.] A light switch that doesn't work. Awesome.

[(Anonymous)]

No power, obviously. [Continues along wall.]

No door here, either.

[(Anonymous)]

If this is a room without a door I'm going to break things on purpose. [Again, priorities. Still, he continues to feel his way along the wall.]

[(Anonymous)]

Here.

[He pushes on the handle, seeing if it will open. If it's locked he'll have to figure out if he has anything suitable in his pockets that can pick a lock in the dark. It might be bolted shut.]

[(Anonymous)]

[He stops.] Oh, yay, a door? Is it locked? [Please don't let it be locked!]

[(Anonymous)]

[Sounds like he's trying to prise the handle off.]

I'd rather not break the handle off but - it may be bolted from the inside.

[(Anonymous)]

[He starts working his way along the wall again, more surely this time.] If I had my phaser I could just melt through the damn thing but it's not on my belt. [Which is bothersome. Where'd his shit go?]

[(Anonymous)]

You used to have it then. Likely was confiscated from our person then. A phaser, you say?

An audio signal processing technique used to filter a signal by creating a series of peaks and troughs in the frequency spectrum - concentrating on one specific point.

A futuristic 'stun gun' of sorts.

[Nope, he doesn't know anything about that at all. Without all the facts, not proper to reach a conclusion.]

[(Anonymous)]

Yeah. It can do more than stun, though. [Uh-huh. It seems he knows a lot about phasers. He's sort of thrown by the 'futuristic' part.]

[(Anonymous)]

I meant futuristic from the time I'm from. It's in - ah - my friend's collection of films.

[Continues to feel his way around the lock.]

Appears to me to be some sort of freezer. I suppose we won't die as long as we don't contract Freon poisoning.

[(Anonymous)]

And what time are you from?

[He frowns at the mention of it being a freezer.]

Poisoning. Great. That's another thing I need.

[(Anonymous)]

Two-thousand twelve - I suppose everything in your world goes by "stardate" now?

[There might be a hint of scorn, followed by a thump. He disregards the statement about poisoning. There's more things to be concerned about than Freon poisoning. Dehydration for example.]

End table. Or something like that. No. It's a chest. Locked to - I don't have my tools to pick the lock in the door. If we had something small enough to fit into the hole - if it really is a freezer there is usually a safety feature a small notch that enables one to pop out the bar. Strange that there's furniture in here.

[(Anonymous)]

...yeah, but I know when twenty-twelve was. Sort of a low point in Earth's history. [He's still inching along the wall until he hits something -- and promptly realizes it's the other person.] Wow, you were way closer than I thought. I could have sworn we were in a study? Is it a freezer-study?

[That makes sense, really it does. He should probably just stop talking.]