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[eat_me_beat_me]

[Nora is busy in the lobby, today. She's set up a few lanterns to light her way as she leans a couple of tall ladders against pillars and places mirrors in precarious locations. As she works she dictates softly, pausing every so often to look over her shoulder. As much as she tries to ignore it, the noises are starting to get to her.]

Thirteen
Thirteen Mirrors shattered under Thirteen Ladders
a Black Cat pads over the shards, oblivious to the Cracks it steps on
Superstition comes to life in the eyes of the Fearful
meaningless objects given Terrible meanings
meant to Frighten us into Obedience
into Amputating rabbits and Throwing salt
a Ladder is a Ladder
until it's a Vortex of Curses and Misfortune
step beneath and spin the Roulette Wheel of Fate
the choices shattering like so many Mirrors
bringing seven times seven years of Calamity

do you play?
or do you shy away
searching instead for a heads up penny
a four leaf clover to placate your nerves
a band-aid for the fear spreading like mist over the moors

[She opens her mouth to continue but she hears footsteps creeping up behind her. She sees something move in the corner of her eye and yelps as she whirls around to see... nothing... absolutely nothing. She sighs, running a hand through her hair and flopping down onto the closest couch]

I feel like I'm living in a bad horror movie.

((ooc: Backdated to afternoonish. Open over the journals or in the lobby. Those mirrors are just waiting to be knocked over and those ladders are primed for walking under :D))

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[hard_talker]

[racing heart, right, maybe caffiene wasn't the best idea. he's not really thinking about that right now, though, setting the cans down on the sofa and sitting down to put the candle down on the floor before putting his arm around her]

Yeah, that's -

[he starts a little at a noise he thinks he hears, and sighs. breathe, Mark.]

- that's true.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[Oh that arm is definitely welcome. She leans into him a little.]

We're better than this place.

[When he starts she wraps her arm around his waist]

We are. [Said just as much to reassure herself as it was to reassure him.]

[hard_talker]

[he nods, a few more times than necessary, and pulls her closer]

Totally. ... Hey, maybe we should be like Mary Shelley when she had that party in the thunderstorm or something.

[eat_me_beat_me]

[She chuckles, not complaining about the snuggling whatsoever... especially since the lanterns are flickering...]

Hey, I like it. It'd be just the thing to get our minds off of [She jumps, looking for the source of the latest creepy noises] ... everything...

[hard_talker]

Yeah ... [he shudders a little, hearing sirens off in the distance. thankfully, that was easy enough to call bullshit on - or at least, easier than some of the noises he'd heard over the course of the day]

So, I guess I'll start. [he clears his throat, thinks for a moment, then closes his eyes and starts off a story] The old metal strongbox was never meant to see the light of day. Old Man Caruthers had buried it with the full intent of its contents going to the grave not long before he did.