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[stolenface]

Who: The Alices
What: The next World's door isn't opening, but the Cat's left something open behind him instead
Where: ▒▒▒▒▒
Warnings: Potential for (non-permanent) death, there's a few body parts around, an eye in a jar, and also mentions of a sewing needle; will update with further info

The Cat hadn't shown up the entire time everyone was in the Hub. It probably was a tiny bit disconcerting. But still, they are ushered on to the next World. But as they go, they'll be greeted with the Cat... Walking away with his back turned to them. He steps through a literal hole in the wall, perfectly round, on the far side of the room where the doors are. And then, it stays open. Should they try the doors, only the ones they've been to previously will open. That hole must be awfully tempting, if the Cat left it.

When they enter, they awaken to a very odd place indeed. An alleyway with one end fenced off and a large grave in the middle of it. The only other way to go is an old factory. Upon entering, they will find the space is off in itself. The machinery is all rusted, but there's the sense that touching the controls could turn it on. And in one corner, in an area that's far more warehouse because this place seems to be patched together from a factory, warehouse and basement, is an old mattress with bloodstains on it and the floor around it. Various body parts, some fresh, some far more decayed and only bone, all seem to be scattered around. There's thick thread--almost like wire--and a large sewing needle that's definitely seen use. On a stand next to the old beat-up mattress is a jar with a single eye in it, red in iris coloring. All of the text everywhere is garbled and unreadable, and the entire world is inverted in coloring. It's probably disorienting.

The Cat doesn't seem to be anywhere they can find, although scraps of cloth in a few places look similar enough to what he wears. There's definitely more to this place beyond the fence outside, but there's no discernible way to get past it. No powers that could help them get over it are accessible, and trying to use any extrasensory powers will earn a splitting headache and nausea similar to that caused by the mysterious voice from before. In fact, the entire area gives the sense that they're not normally supposed to be here.

Where did they get to now...?

Comments

[worldkeys]

[ It's remarkably well-preserved, the freshest of all the body parts with a red iris. It's displayed almost like a trophy. Sebastian will be aware of a feeling of dread while handling it, and even hear the bloody gurgles of a girl along with a sudden pain of three spikes or something running him through his midsection. ]

[frozentear]

[He doubles over when the pain hits, and only straightens up once it dulls. Was that... from handling the jar? Why?]

"What are you from?"

[He doesn't really expect an answer though.]

[worldkeys]

[ He'll hear a faint whisper, barely there and almost hidden behind static. ]

....Don't...give up...okay...? No matter....what happens....get home.

[frozentear]

[He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. He can't remember anything important being back home... but that's also probably what was taken from him.

Going over to the grave.]

[worldkeys]

[ The grave itself is hardly anything of note. It's old and doesn't seem well taken care of, and the text is illegible from weathering. ]

[frozentear]

[He traces the text on the gravestone with his fingers, wondering it it'll respond like Hanna did.]

Who do you belong to?

[worldkeys]

[ The grave is utterly silent. ]

[frozentear]

[So there wasn't even any sensation this time... hmm. He'll try to pick the grave up, push it over, anything to remove it from where it sits in the ground.]

[worldkeys]

[ It won't even budge. ]

[frozentear]

[...Huh. Remember that bone he was holding earlier? He's going use it to try digging in front of the side of the grave with the weathered text.]

[worldkeys]

[ Easier said than done. That's stonework below it. ]

[frozentear]

[..Well that's not happening, then. Interesting that there's stonework below it, though.

He's going to go examine some of the scraps of cloth.]

[worldkeys]

[ Holding the cloth, Sebastian will get a feeling that this cloth has been used to sew together clothing the Cat wears, as if he can picture it in his mind's eye. It's quite shabby... and mostly purple. There are no words or thoughts accompanying this. ]

[frozentear]

[Picking up two scraps of cloth, he goes back to the needle and thread. Sebastian's going to try sewing them together, to see if anything happens. He's not very good at it, and pricks his fingers a few times.]

[worldkeys]

[ He'll get a stronger impression of a boy teaching himself to patch his own clothing. No one's going to do it for him, after all. ]

[frozentear]

[Hmm. The machinery seems to be working, so he's going to try feeding the sewn together pieces of cloth into the machine.]

[worldkeys]

[ All it manages to do is momentarily get the machine stuck. Clearly this is not the purpose of the machine. ]

[frozentear]

[Hmm. What about that bone he had been holding? Will it go into the machine?

Probably not, but he's trying it anyway.]

[worldkeys]

[ The machine clogs up when he does that and begins making loud, violent noises. It lurches, and something begins smoking in part of it somewhere.

Good job, Sebastian. That was incredibly unintelligent. In what world does bone plus textile machine equal smart decision? ... It's probably safe to say it's not going to be working for a little while. Some of the phantoms from around the area scramble and yell nearby, upset. One in particular runs over to nearby Sebastian. His voice can be heard as he's approaching from farther away, clearly agitated: ]

Who the fuck jammed up the loom?!