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Paul Atreides ([personal profile] terriblepurpose) wrote in [community profile] deercountry2022-11-01 11:18 pm

l’s escape room birthday | every second dripping off my fingertips

Who: ‘Lazarus Sauveterre’ (L Lawliet) and select friends
What: L’s Depraved Escape Room Hellromp
When: October 31st
Where: A reclaimed house in Gaze

Content warnings: Underage drinking, psychological horror, eventual cosmic horror, suggestive MSPaint drawings (displayed in tags)



At an abandoned house towards the edge of Gaze, although not that one, someone has been extraordinarily busy on very short notice. Directions to the party may only be obtained from the guest of honour himself or the chief planner, hand drawn maps distributed on scrolls tied with black ribbon. These maps lead to a dilapidated seeming two story home constructed in a typical Trench style, festooned with towerlets and dark, leering windows.

Inside the house, however, the first two rooms of the house will be what most people might expect of a party: in contradiction of the exterior, the sitting room and the dining room have been thoroughly cleaned and redecorated in an elegant black and grey theme.

In the sitting room, a fire crackles invitingly at one end, surrounded by comfortable couches and chairs, while the other half of the room is open for mingling or dancing near the old-fashioned looking (but thoroughly modern in its interior) phonograph, into which requests from the musical library of DeerNet may be fed.

The dining room is dominated by a long table of desserts of all kinds, from rainbow bowls of hard candy to sculpted chocolates to stacks of little cakes and pastries on serving towers. Those in search of savoury fare will come up nearly empty-handed, save for a cheese plate or two interspersed throughout. On the side tables, bottles of liquors and liqueurs alternate with tea and coffee services, along with a selection of juices, sparkling waters, and other mixers.

The adjoining restroom even has little charcoal soaps carved into whimsical, seasonally appropriate shapes, to complete the welcoming and convivial atmosphere, which is a good thing, because there’s one catch that the invitations failed to mention:

After the guests have all arrived, none of them are leaving through the door they entered through, because it (like the back door, and the windows) has been altered to only open from the outside.

Welcome to Lazarus Sauveterre’s birthday puzzle box. Enjoy your exploration of the rest of the house - or, if so inclined, stick to the front rooms. After all, someone is sure to figure it out before morning.

(Costumes are optional, but encouraged.)

The Ceremony Room

The first room down the hall from the sitting and dining rooms is full of the obvious remnants of an invocation: half-melted black candles, a runic circle carved meticulously into the bare hardwood floor, a stone altar topped with bowls of salt, water, and iridescent oil.

It is also obvious from the char marks and smoke stains on the peeling wallpaper that something may not have gone as planned. Keen eyes will notice that among other piles of flaked off paper are scraps of notes written in runes that match those on the floor.

This room will be most easily solved by party goers familiar with the occult and ritual.

The Library

Further down the hall lies a modest library. The bookshelves here are in disarray, with no immediately obvious rhyme or reason to their organization. Even the books themselves are at all angles with each other, crammed sideways, upside down, and backwards between mismatched bookends and musty, half-dead potted plants. Three tables of differing make are centered in a triangle at the library’s heart, covered in loose papers filled with a script that does not lend itself to easy deciphering.

Fresh paper and pencils are stacked on the small, cleared desk by the door, evidently for guest’s use.

The secrets of this room are best discerned by those with an interest in linguistics and cryptography.

The Study

Just off of the library, this smaller room is dominated by a massive wooden desk, heavy cabinets, and a squatting iron-bound chest. All of them are locked, and the keyhooks beneath an oil painting of the sea and above the back of the desk are conspicuously empty. If the investigators wish to rifle through the home owner’s hidden items and correspondence, they’ll need to be deft of hand and sharp of eye - and perhaps, if all else fails, thoughtful about construction.

What is hidden here will be quickest found by sneak thieves and the mechanically inclined.

The Laboratory

On the second floor, to the left of the stairs, lies a room neater than most left in the house. Racks of glassware compete with disassembled clockwork mechanisms for space on the counters lining the walls, and those familiar with the scientific (or pseudo-scientific) process will notice swiftly that it seems a series of experiments were being documented on the blackboard that dominates one end of the room. Other notes are scattered throughout the room in disorder, inviting the guests to piece together this mystery in both time and space.

Those with experience in rigorous study and the natural sciences will find this room a surmountable challenge.

The Observatory

The largest room on the top floor boasts a telescope mounted in a rotating dome that may be turned by the means of a hand crank on the wall, which spins a central platform via some cunning hidden mechanism in the floor. Those who put their eyes to the telescope will be treated to a dazzling view of Trench’s night sky, dotted with stars.

On the walls of this room hang a series of clocks of various makes and models, not one of which is set to the right time, and all of which are paired to a star chart that depicts no night sky that may be seen through the telescope.

Those who star gaze or devote themselves to numbers will have the best luck here.

The Guest Bedroom

What was once a modest guest bedroom adjacent to the observatory has been rifled through by someone on a less delicate mission than the puzzle solvers. The armoire hangs open with the spare sheets and towels inside ripped out and discarded, while the sunken mattress has been slashed with a blade and divested of fistfuls of tufted fiber in search of something. The knife in question may be found at the dressing table tucked into a corner, sticking out upright above the drawer someone pried apart with it.

Next to it: a guest book, of the old-fashioned kind, intended for each visitor to the room to add a greeting and a few memories of their stay. Between its leather cover, it seems the guests of this house prior to this party had a great deal to jot down, and some of them even seemed to have used it to discuss a certain upcoming matter between themselves…

The secrets of this room will reveal themselves most readily to those with profiling and associative skills.

(The master bedroom across the hall is only a comfortable room, cleaner than the rest of the house, with a soft bed and a door that locks from the inside.)

The Hidden Chamber

Beneath the house, the last room may be found once all the other rooms are solved, concealed at the bottom of a narrow staircase. It is a small, spare room, all of it one apparently seamless stone enclosure, and in its center rests a plain white cloth, an empty silver bowl, a hand mirror in a silver frame, and a fresh white candle set into a candle holder made of a black crystal geode.

No special skill is needed to solve this room. Only a clever mind is required to apprehend the room’s purpose and locate the key.

[The mystery spreadsheet for clues and solutions is here. The purpose of these prompts is not to create a mystery for you, the players, but an in character framework for setting up puzzle solving for the characters.]
hearthebell: will credit if found (Come away o human child)

L Lawliet (Lazarus Sauveterre); OTA

[personal profile] hearthebell 2022-11-03 04:20 am (UTC)(link)
[L has never had a party like this. In that sense, this actually is something like his very first birthday.

He mingles like he has at the other parties Paul has thrown, like someone invited who is not necessarily a guest of honor. He's grateful, even mystified, but keeps his narrow shoulders curled forward and his head down, since he's ill-suited, as a general rule, to being the center of attention or having attention drawn to him in person.

He would never expect anyone to throw a party like this, barring someone like Paul. Even Paul would doubtless see, quickly, that his guest of honor isn't popular or charismatic and can't draw a crowd. Still, he resolves to be here, solving the puzzles with gusto and offering grateful smiles in small measures the whole night through.

L has invited several people independently of the standing plans. He checks, glancing often towards the entrances, to see if they have arrived. If they haven't, he can be reliably found at the plentiful dessert tables, loading up another plate.

If he knows you, or even if he doesn't, he is chuffed that you came here tonight. He swallows whatever mouthful he has lately ingested, and pretends like he's not even the birthday boy.]


Hello; Paul threw a great party, didn't he?
Edited 2022-11-03 21:36 (UTC)
wannasmash: Want anything from the shop? (frown determined cape uraraka)

Re: PARTY SUMMARY

[personal profile] wannasmash 2022-11-03 05:17 am (UTC)(link)
Name: Izuku "Deku" Midoriya
Notable Party Activities: Wearing a sheet ghost costume over the suit he wore to Ruby and Ange's wedding earlier.
May Have Been Seen: Helping Paul plant knives in non-escape-room-related places. Tailing certain someone(s) sometimes in a repeat of his Security role at Kaworu's party.
Rooms Investigated: Guest Bedroom. He's open to assisting others elsewhere if needed, but he is not a puzzle expert. His nerdery lies... elsewhere...
wannasmash: "I've got a bad feeling about this." (frown nervous)

[personal profile] wannasmash 2022-11-03 05:43 am (UTC)(link)
Midoriya's face turns an impressive shade of pink, blotting out his freckles. He is very unsure about a whole ring of people watching him kiss his boyfriends. He doesn't like divulging things either, mainly because they involve other people's stories that aren't his to tell. And he's a terrible liar. These party games are the worst matchup for him. Thanks Paul.

"You didn't think about this at all, did you," he mutters at the host, his usual mild-mannered demeanor set aside. But Midoriya is sat down and is bound here by the indelible rules of politeness and party games. He lifts his eyes to Paul with a challenging glint that promises he will pay for this later... and spins the bottle.
wannasmash: "I'm fine I'm just really nervous!" (fine at attention)

[personal profile] wannasmash 2022-11-03 06:01 am (UTC)(link)


Midoriya has the spirit, but... the execution... not so great...
wannasmash: "What do you mean?" (huh)

Izuku "Deku" Midoriya

[personal profile] wannasmash 2022-11-03 08:16 am (UTC)(link)
Mingle

Midoriya (going by his last name is default) is in the gray suit and tie he wore at Ruby and Ange's wedding. Not one for being elaborate, he's thrown a simple costume over that, a long ragged white mantle from a Spirit Halloween Trench Black Parade stand, complete with eye holes in the hood and spooky-festive patchwork.

He helpfully restocks some more bottles of sparkling water. "Sauveterre-san loves sweets, so this holiday is perfect for him."

Guest Bedroom

He is very close with the party's chief planner and would have volunteered to help with supplies and setup in the front rooms, but that means absolutely nothing when it comes to solving the mysteries presented here. No favoritism, he's just as clueless as the other guests. He stops just inside the door, his usual red sneakers scuffing quietly. He looks around the room half with curiosity and half with pride. He's impressed with Paul's dedication to hosting great parties. If only they didn't always come with bad luck and a little (or a lot) of disaster.

"I had a school exercise like this once, though the 'suspects' were still at the scene when we arrived. Quick assessment during emergencies is vital to a Hero's work, but still, we're not detectives..."

After this thoughtful muttering, he steps carefully into the room as if a wild beast might jump out of somewhere. He pulls out his handkerchief to handle the guestbook when it draws his attention. Despite his compactly-muscled frame suggesting he might be well-suited to wrestling small bears, he's the polite, studious sort.

Wildcard
Talk to him about his performance during the party games, or whatever it is people who aren't nerds do at parties. (It's Midoriya, he is the nerd.)
wannasmash: Obliterate that twink! (frown steam)

[personal profile] wannasmash 2022-11-03 08:26 am (UTC)(link)
There are two wolves inside him. On the one hand, Midoriya would very much like not to be stared at while he kisses Paul. He also tries to think of something Paul does not already know about him that would be okay to divulge here. Midoriya is very capable of doing either of these simple things, but he's the worst when he's put on the spot. He cannot call up even one mundane and little-known fact about himself. He's a lamb to the slaughter. This can only end in disaster.

He makes a noise somewhere between coughing and clearing his throat. His wide green eyes blink frantically at Paul and around the circle. It seems he will stay frozen in embarrassment forever. Then he comes to his decision with his face suddenly set and resolute. It's really the only choice he can make, having exhausted all other strategic hypotheticals, so he will do his best. Plus Ultra.

He rises and crosses to Paul, and it seems he will go the kissing route--grabbing the front of his robe--tugging him, wait, where is he going--is that a closet or a bathroom, he doesn't remember, and it doesn't matter--

In the sage words of Johnny Lawrence, Paul's karate sensei, it's time to obliterate that twink.
justoscar: (marked -- surprise)

Oscar Pine

[personal profile] justoscar 2022-11-03 01:29 pm (UTC)(link)
Mingle

Oscar was annoyed, but at least he looked good for the party he had sought escape to after Ozpin's indiscretions at Ruby and Ange's wedding ceremony. It should have been a night of celebration for the two young ladies sharing their lives together-- and it was! Until Ozpin closed the night with a maudlin speech about how ephemeral the nature of love and youth truly was. The ladies of the night were upset, and rightfully so-- and Oscar was upset for them. Closing off what he could of their interconnections in a move not unlike what Ozpin had once done to him, Oscar packed a few belongings in his bottomless bag, picked up a snazzy pirate hat and little black mask from the Halloween Black Parade costume pop up shop, and fled to the first place he knew that he was welcome in-- that being, the party he had been invited to.

Early in the night he could be found moodily slurping his soda through a straw or blowing bubbles in the fizz in an effort to distract himself. As the night grew on, he would get more into the mysteries of the house they were spending time in.

Study

All of the rooms would eventually catch Oscar's interest, but his own skills would come to shine in the study. A farmboy through the depths of simple little soul, the tricks would be fairly easy for him to spot.

-- it was good that he knew a few good old fashioned ways about breaking locks, and that his endless bag contained a simple tool kit. It was amazing-- the feats that could be accomplished with a screwdriver.

Wildcard

Regardless of what happened, Oscar wouldn't fuss about being in the building for the night. The distraction was helpful, and it wasn't like he planned on going home for a few days.
justoscar: (concentrating)

Open

[personal profile] justoscar 2022-11-03 02:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Not for the first time that night, Oscar wondered if Paul's choice in costume was teasing him specifically. Not many people in Trench could be called a Wizard, but Oscar was one of them.

And, like any Wizard, he had some questions about the rules.

"What if you're not into kissing, but you don't want to drink either?"

He asked boldly, doing his best to look like a Serious Pirate that Cared About Rules with his jaunty hat despite the obvious blush that darkened his cheeks. The other events of the evening had left him feeling somewhat prickly as well-- he wasn't sure what he was going to do.

But, so far the unspoken rules of politeness bound him. Without much choice left, he took his turn with the bottle.
justoscar: (honest)

[personal profile] justoscar 2022-11-03 03:22 pm (UTC)(link)
Name: Oscar Pine

Notable Party Activities: dressing like a pirate over his wedding outfit, solving puzzles, playing games, trying to avoid kissing or drinking associated with the games, and being a grumpy, moody teenager.

May Have Been Seen: blowing bubbles in his sodas, manifesting hot cocoa from seemingly nowhere, making popcorn in the kitchen because he needs something salty to match his mood.

If there's no kitchen he's using the fireplace dammit.

Rooms Investigated: all of them, but his carpentry skills are handy in the study.
Edited 2022-11-03 15:28 (UTC)
justoscar: (snark)

[personal profile] justoscar 2022-11-03 07:59 pm (UTC)(link)
Dryly:

"I'm not drinking whatever you had at the party in the Spring either. One time falling through that mess of memories is good enough for me."

It was clever, but Oscar knew the dangers associated with mind altering substances from multiple viewpoints. Unfortunately, he was too busy Rules Lawyering to pay attention to where the bottle had stopped.

The innocent bottle was pointing directly at Paul.
Edited 2022-11-03 20:03 (UTC)
peripheries: (look at this dick)

[personal profile] peripheries 2022-11-04 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
[Paul has only just put the period on the sentence explaining how the game works before Kaworu takes the bottle and spins it with great eagerness. He is good at kissing (he thinks) and needs more opportunities to do some telling (probably not) so he thinks this is a great game.

Unlike Midoriya, there's no shyness or hesitation. Only a palpable glee that's either charming or a little scary.]


I didn't know you were so forward. Well, I did. But not usually like this.
Edited 2022-11-04 00:22 (UTC)
justoscar: (SUDDEN BLUSH)

[personal profile] justoscar 2022-11-04 12:21 am (UTC)(link)
The truth was that he would consider it. Kissing was still fairly new to him, and those heavy, darkened lashes made his heart flutter despite his salty teenage sass. Oscar quickly turned his cheek with a pout, desperate to hide the way his face reddened from the attentions.

There were dozens of secrets on his soul that he didn't want to share-- the melange of souls he had been subsumed by, the unstoppable fate that he was running from. He didn't want to necessarily kiss, but speaking a truth or drinking an unknown was also not an easy option.

After a long moment he finally cast Paul a sideways look.

"What's there to say?"

He asked, in a voice heavy with the particular petulance of a flustered kid.
Edited 2022-11-04 00:22 (UTC)

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