Ch. 3 Of Clocks and Horror [Forward dated to late Sunday Morning]

[not_a_codfish]

[Over the journal, you begin to hear what sounds like what you would imagine a clockmaker's shop to sound like: a discordant cacophony of ticks and tocks. Followed soon after by the most blood-curdling, fear-inducing shriek you have ever heard. The sound of pure. Unadulterated. Terror.]

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!

[This is followed by loud shouting and the sounds of crashing and smashing]

WHY. WON'T. THEY. BREAK?


[Hook barely has the presence of mind to send a quick filter to his newly formed crew:]
YOU’RE CAPTIAN REQUIRES YOUR IMMEDIATE AID!

[ooc: Hey everyone, Hook's on his Loss. Have fun. :)]

Comments

[Dictated]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Um... Cap'n Hookypants? What's got your garter in a bind?

[not_a_codfish]

[We're sorry, the number you are trying to reach has is busy having a panic attack, would you like to leave a message?

There is just more sounds of indistinct shouting, smashing, and tick-tocking]

[sawyourwolfjunk]

[Cue one curious Kenzi making her way through the castle to the source of said smashing and disturbing.

She peeks her head around the corner]

Yo! What the Fig Newton are you doing?

[not_a_codfish]

[You see the door to Hook's room open. It is partially blocked by what appears to be a large grandfather clock. Upon closer inspection, it appears his whole room is filled with clocks, watches, and mechanical timepieces of every variety.

Hook himself is dashing about the room attempting to hit, trample, toss and otherwise destroy them all, but seems to be having zero success.]

Stop the Tick-tick-ticking! Make them stop! They won't break!

[sawyourwolfjunk]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm your britches, Hookster. Just... chill. What the hell is up with all the clocks anyway? You run some kind of shop?

[She's going to tiptoe in, looking around at way too many clocks. Way. Too. Many.]

[not_a_codfish]

How sould I know what the devil these clocks are doing here?! Don't just stand there, do something! Your captain is in peril!

[He seems to belive it, the way he's dashing about vainly trying to break every clock he can reach]

[wagers]

[OH SHIIIIIIII--]

What's wrong, Captain?

[not_a_codfish]

[Hook's answer is brief and to-the-point:]

GET UP HERE! MY ROOM HAS BEEN INFESTED!

[wagers]

On my way! [And those blue wings are spread, lifting the young troll up and through the air, waiting for no one gosh darn it! Time to show her mettle, aww yiss.]

[not_a_codfish]

[Upon arriving at Hook's room, it becomes apparent that something is off. The door is open, but the way in is blocked by a big grandfather clock, and the whole room is bedecked with clocks of every size and shape imaginable.

Hook is in the midst of it all furiously attempting to beat a coo coo clock to death with his hook. He doesn't seem to be having any effect at all, however, the clock ticks merrily on impervious to Hook's labors.]

That filter forever

[onlyanapple]

...Oh right. I forgot about you.

What's wrong with you now, Nutjob?

[not_a_codfish]

[There isn't a filtered response, just more commotion over the journal. Whatever is wrong, it's keeping to busy for him to answer.]

[muffled] Damnable thing! {clang} Why won't you stop! {thunk} ARRG! {bonk} What is all of this doing in my room?

[onlyanapple]

...What thing? The ticking sound?

It isn't a pipe bomb is it?

[not_a_codfish]

[It might as well be, as panicked as Hook sounds]

Blast it! I don't understand it. Stop ticking, curse you!

[All of this doesn't seem to be addressed to anyone, just yelled from somewhere nearby the journal. And still the sound of many clocks all ticking disjointedly, as if all the timepieces of the universe had converged on Hook's room.]

[onlyanapple]

...Hook, just move out of the watch shop and you'll be okay.

Idiot.

[foolreversed]

[KDDFHBKDFNNDFKVDS]

W-What's wrong, sir!?

[not_a_codfish]

[Hook sounds panicked, and a little out of breath.]

They... are in... my room! What the blazes are they doing in my room? And why can't I break them?!?

[foolreversed]

I-In your room?? H-Hang on sir, I'll be right there!

...Wait, where's your room again?

[not_a_codfish]

The sixth floor! Room 610! Now get off your ass and get up here and HELP ME!

[Hook is kind of a jerk when he's afraid for his life.]

[foolreversed]

All right, I'm coming, I'm coming!

[and with that he's off! Luckily he was in the castle anyway so it doesn't take too long before there's a cautious knock on the door]

Aaaa I was gonna tag this and forgot (also action forever lol)

[lord_wizard]

[Hey Hookie guess who also lives on this floor? You may not have met him in the actual non-avian flesh, but here is someone peeking in your front door right now, with a look that say he isn't sure if he should be annoyed or amused.]

If this is revenge for the crowing, perhaps you've somewhat overreached.

1/2

[not_a_codfish]

[That voice is familiar but.... ACH! CLOCKS! EVIL CLOCKS AAAAAH!]

What? I {smack} don't know what you clunk are talking abou...

2/2

[not_a_codfish]

[AAAaaaand the penny drops. Hook does his best to put on a gentlemanly air, but it's plain that he's scared out of his mind.]

Ah. It is you, sir. Sorry if I disturbed you, but as you can see, my Room is INFESTED!

[At just that moment four-or-so coo coo clocks decide to go off right in hooks face. He recoils and trips over a downed grandfather clock, falling into a pile of pocket watches near the bed. Much screaming follows]

[lord_wizard]

[He raises a brow. Clearly this man is unstable.]

Calm down. They're just clocks. They will not, as far as I can tell, hurt you.

[He'll barge in anyway, and tap on one of those cuckoo clocks curiously]

[not_a_codfish]

[It seems like a very normal Cuckoo clock. Nothing at all sinister or magical about it. It looks kind of ornate, but nothing super special.]

That's what you'd think! But, look:

[Hook hurls a hand full of alarm clocks out the window, then takes cover behind the chair. A few seconds later the clocks fly back through the window, making a solid impact on the chair's back]