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bakerstreet2019-10-14 10:22 am
madreen_rua) wrote in bakerstreet2019-10-14 10:22 am
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You can't say you weren't warned
just couldn't leave well enough alone, could you?
this meme is for serious or light-hearted forays into the unknown. were you at a planned seance trying to hear your long-dead aunt barbara speak to you? are you at a sleepover and some smartass decided to chant bloody mary in the bathroom mirror? maybe you thought the abandoned house in town looked like a cool place to take photos at midnight. no matter how serious or sarcastic your attempt, you've actually managed to trigger the supernatural.
rng for prompts, or choose based on your favorites! try to put which scenarios you're most interested in in your top levels.
the scene
1. a sleepover. your house or theirs, this is a decidedly normal and un-spooky place most of the time.
2. an abandoned house. this one's at least up-front about it, even if you don't believe in ghosts. doesn't have to be a house - maybe it's overgrown train tracks or an old asylum. whatever it is, it's crumbling and quite frankly a little depressing.
3. a cemetery. the most obvious place of all, and yet the ghosts probably didn't spend much time there while they were alive. were you here to grieve? to prove you're not afraid to wander around at midnight? taking a shortcut home?
4. a carnival. is their psychic pulling up real ghosts from your past? are you seeing a terrible future in their crystal ball? maybe that tarot reading is starting to come true in horrifying ways. or maybe you just found a ghost eating popcorn behind the water pistol game.
5. at work. they say it's a killer job, but you'd really thought it was just a phrase.
6. any and all others.
the trigger
1. ouija board. specifically made for contacting spirits, you were probably at least aware that this was happening. but did you expect it to start spelling out threats? or is it just asking you to change the pandora station because it's sick of your weird acid punk music?
2. bloody mary. did a friend go into the bathroom and then come out screaming that it actually worked this time? did you try it out and end up face-to-face with a very drunk ghost? why does that drink even have clam juice in it? maybe now you can ask.
3. recordings. is there a vampire in the background of your latest snap? or maybe your serious attempt at recording an EVP was successful.
4. ghosts, man. you turned a corner at that abandoned subway station and now you're staring at a worker from the 1800s. your closet houses a long-dead Baltic immigrant who won't stop trying to sing you lullabies at night. whether friendly or aggressive, it's a little creepy to talk to a ghost.
5. mystical artifact. those surprisingly cheap boots you got from a garage sale were apparently not vegan leather, because now you've activated a mummy's curse. a book you got from the library turns out to be a witch's favorite grimoire. whatever the situation, you've managed to find the exact wrong thing to get your hands on.
6. surely there's more. bring in your favorite spooky trope or old haunting legend. there's room for it all
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date. Wei Wuxian is clearly in good spirits in more than one sense. His steps have been weaving for a while now, at one point, tripping over a gravestone and nearly falling flat on his face. Despite this fact and that it'd occurred no less than fifteen minutes ago, he boldly declares in a vaguely whiny tone:]But Lan Zhan, I am walking properly! It's not my fault if the headstones keep getting in my way.
[He glances over his shoulder at Lan Wangji playfully, his smile radiant with confidence in the moonlight.]
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...mn. Headstones. Some of them are old.
[A mild remark. With a small sigh and as Wei Ying stumbles, he caught his hand to help him steady himself and regain his balance on his feet. Such a klutz after drinking a whole jar of Emperor smiles on his own.]
Stand upright. You know, Wei Ying. I don't mind going to the carnival if that's what you wanted. I think it's much better.
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Maybe we should go after we're done. We're not alone here. Can't you feel it, too? What did the request say again?
[After all, Lan Wangji's the one who goes where the chaos is. Wuxian mostly just comes along for the ride.]
The sooner we finish, the sooner we can go.
[He isn't letting go of Wangji's hand though, holding it firmly so it probably wouldn't take much to talk him into going somewhere else.]
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They're not alone. Spirits are everywhere as far as Wangji is concerned, and they tend to gather in the cemetery naturally. His clan specialized in communication with spirits through song and playing specific notes on the strings of his guqin.]
The request is to see if this place is haunted. So far nothing came up through inquiry. I believe some people are terrified when they felt the spirits here.
[Inquiry enforces the spirit to give truthful answers. In other words, Wangji doesn't find anything necessary to purify the place. There's no evil spirits here. Holding Wuxian's hand firmly.]
...Mn. Wherever you wish to go, I'll go with you.
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Instead, he turns to look at Wangji, a fond smile on his lips and a softness in his eyes that are for him and him alone. Maybe the moonlight's getting to him more than he thought, he can't quite bring himself to relinquish that hand just yet. And the more he thinks about it, a trip to the carnival does sound pretty nice after all.]
...Let's go then. I see no reason to disturb them.
[If the spirits aren't actively harming anyone and the request was simply a product of villagers' hysteria, it's fine to let them be. And he trusts Wangji's abilities.]
So where's this carnival?
[And though Wuxian may never admit it out loud, perhaps a graveyard isn't the best place for him to be with this much alcohol in his system.]
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...Mn. Let's go.
[Lan Zhan is not sure how he feels about Wei Ying, but he grows fond of him as a friend, and this fondness grows stronger by the day that he really cares for him. He has long grown passed from a simple prank since that day in the library pavilion. Now he worries for him. He hoped the resentful energy doesn't go through his head...or risk his own life. Lan Zhan knows a few techniques to balance out the yin and yang chi energies within his body if it's necessary.]
On the other side of the village, where the lights and townspeople are.
[When they arrive there, it wasn't much to look at it. It's a small village at best. Food vendors are out selling hot food and candy, spooky decorations, and lights being strung up to light the way. Turning to him, noticing he's stumbling as he walks.]
Wei Ying, are you all right? Do you feel dizzy? If you need to sit and rest, we can go to the inn.
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[He speaks with a casual, dismissive wave of his hand.
He's not fine. Wei Wuxian hasn't been any degree of fine since before his escape from the Burial Mounds. He's keeping secrets, ones he's prepared to take to the grave and beyond, if necessary.
But despite that, friendship's nice and drinking's always more fun with company. He lets go of Wangji's hand and hurries forward a couple of steps, tossing a smile back at him over his shoulder.]
Come on, Lan Zhan! Let's look around the carnival first.
[Now that he sees it, no matter how small and unimpressive it might be, he really wants to go now. Or maybe Wuxian's just being a little rebellious about being urged to rest and sit down.]
We can get a room together at the inn later!
[He probably didn't mean that the way it came out.]
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...Mn.
[Lan Zhan doesn't seem to mind. Nothing much to see other than food vendors, a bright merry-go-ride with painted horses, and games to play to win prizes, and stalls that sells candies, sweets, and toys on display. Lan Zhan helps himself to buy a few cakes and snacks, which he buys for Wuxian too.]
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Even in his tipsy state, Wuxian's eager to experience all of it, even if he's not quite bouncing around with the same agility or grace he'd have when sober. He's also sticking pretty close to Lan Zhan's side, munching on one of the cakes he'd been given with childlike gusto. There's a few crumbs clinging to the corner of his mouth and dropping down onto his clothing.]
Hey, want to go on the merry-go-round with me? It'll be fun. We could share a horse.
[Because that's not a questionable activity to do with your friend or anything. Also, given the amount of people here, it doesn't even seem all that necessary.]
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